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Sister Angelica?

Sister Angelica?

Oh no.

Oh no, no, no.

I'm not a religious person, Angelica, so forgive me for not being able to honour

your untimely passing in the way which you most likely prefer.

Oh. Well, I can do that.

Eternal rest grant unto you, Angelica, and may

perpetual light shine upon you.

Amen.

Amen.

The rope around her neck is the same as her belt.

Yeah, it's called a cincture, the belt.

Does that mean someone else is missing one?

Superfluity.

Sorry?

It's the collective noun for a group of nuns. I get the feeling this is not your

first superfluity.

No, I was taught by a group of nuns for a short, but not entirely successful

time, and it wasn't because I was in the Holy Terror. I'm so sorry to hear that,

but I can assure you all nuns are not created equal.

Once again, Mother Superior, our sincere condolences.

God has called this child home.

She's forever with the angels, but... And we will do our best

to find whoever sent her there before her time.

And I'll pray your best is good enough.

Let me show you the chapel.

Sister Angelica was on her way to choir practice.

When? I might wait here for Gina.

I was at the front conducting.

Angelica's usually in the back row, but I didn't notice she was missing until it

was time for her solo.

And then... Who caught sight of her outside?

Sister Grace Marie, of all people.

She is the most fragile of all my sisters.

I shudder to think how she'll recover from this shock.

Who was last to enter the chapel?

It's usually Angelica.

Punctuality was her cross to bear.

Although more often than not, it was us bearing it.

However, on this occasion, she was not the only one running late for choir

practice.

Oh, for goodness sake, Eulalia. Cleanliness is next to godliness. That's

not a joke.

All things should be done decently and in order.

And on time, sister.

So you will last to enter the chapel.

Thou shalt not kill, detective.

You'll understand that we need to ask these questions to find out what

happened to Sister Angelica. Of course.

But I am the keeper of this convent. These are my sisters and my love for

them is unconditional.

I would die before I let any one of them be hurt, let alone hurt them myself.

Yet someone hurt Angelica.

It wasn't one of us.

Impartia vivimus.

The cincture around Angelica's neck, she was wearing hers around her waist, so

the ligature came from someone else.

We need to talk to everyone in the choir.

If not the whole order.

That is going to be a problem.

The Little Sisters of Saint Monica take a vow of silence when they enter the

Comet, broken only for singing.

prayer and the occasional essential Latin.

Can you make them talk to us?

You of all people should understand the right to remain silent.

That's a standard legal principle.

And this is a standard religious one.

If there's anything you need to know I can help you find it out.

What are they doing?

Making tinctures and salves to distribute to those in need.

Such as?

Residents of hospices, aged care facilities and nursing homes mainly.

Anywhere where we can alleviate unnecessary suffering.

Did Angelica work in here?

No.

Can you think of anyone that would have had a reason to harm her?

A nunnery is not in the business of having enemies.

And even if it was, love thy enemy is what we preach.

The police possibly have a different outlook on that.

Of course.

I'm sorry. I know you have a job to do.

My priority now is to gather my sisters and pray for the soul of our dearly

departed Angelica.

So, please.

I will need a full list of names of everyone who lives here as soon as

possible. Ask and you shall receive.

Well, it's a start at least.

You believe in all of this?

I believe in country music, good wine and...

Yeah, but for the grace of something, go many of us.

Lucky. Lucky woman.

Gina, she was strangled. Yeah, but she got to be a nun.

Do you know that after 1917 revolution, nuns were not allowed in Russia? They

had to operate in secret like angels or spies.

It was my greatest wish to be one.

I cannot imagine that.

But my personality is perfectly suited to a life of quiet contemplation and

prayer, Christine.

Right. So, no other obvious signs of a struggle.

Hard to say without further examination.

But it would appear that the victim has suffered no other obvious injuries.

But see here?

She has clawed just in front, most likely in an attempt to release the

pressure of the ligature, scratching through the fabric of her coif,

desperate to breathe.

And the wish was found lying flat on her back with a noose still in place.

So it's possible she never even saw her attacker.

You know, I think these dresses would look much better if they were shorter

and maybe sleeveless.

Good chats with the boss lady.

If nobody else.

It's a silent order. In pace vivimus. You mean in silentio vivimus.

Do I?

In silence we live, not in peace.

Of course. We speak Latin.

Still can't play the Feralese, though.

Never mind.

According to the Mother Superior, Angelica had no enemies.

Well, friends don't strangle friends.

Gina thinks it was a surprise attack. There's no evidence of a struggle.

But she also said that the nuns in Russia are more like spies and the nuns

here would look better in miniskirts, so... Well, I'm pretty sure the Mother

Superior would be having none of that.

Someone had to.

I'm gonna go check out Angelica's room.

Something with which you are clearly familiar.

I like the bits about justice.

Is there anywhere else Angelica could have been keeping her things?

A locker maybe?

We don't really do things.

Oh. And poor Picard have a Venus as well.

In poverty we live.

Yes.

Detective Sims, don't let whatever holy terror befell you in the past lead you

into looking for trouble where there isn't any.

It's just something we need to do in these sorts of situations.

Still, if you've finished here.

Let me clean that up. Sorry.

Could be evidence.

I'll see myself out.

Yo, what's up?

Hi, sorry, who am I speaking to?

Hello?

Sorry about the circumstances, Sister Yulia, but we need to ask you some

questions.

Did you notice anything unusual outside the chapel as you headed inside the

choir practice this morning?

All the same, if you're unable to speak, you still need to answer us somehow.

Persecution? Or is it evading police inquiries?

You were the last into the chapel before Angelica was strangled.

Grace Marie was.

Chop, chop.

Alright,

I hope you've all brought your best voices.

Let's sing to the rock of our salvation.

You're suggesting Grace Marie was the last to arrive.

Are you sure?

Angelica and Grace Marie were...

Very close.

How close?

I've said too much already.

It's Sister Ululea.

Saying too much is not going to be a problem here.

You know, for someone who's dyslexic, she's very good at spelling it.

Alright, I've found three Angelica Perez's and none of them are deceased.

Okay, that's odd.

What? That there are three of them or that they're alive?

That they're Angelica Perez's.

Traditional nuns don't usually keep their original names.

How does that work?

Well, if I was a modern...

Vesper-riding nun, I'd be called Sister Kristen Sims. But if I joined an order

like the monikers, I'd take the name of a saint, like Sister Michael the

Archangel, patron saint of the police.

So the chances of Angelica Perez being her real name are how high? Hold that

thought.

Blessed Maria Angelica Perez, born 1897, died May 1932, beatified June

1987.

So, not that high at all. What other names are on the list?

Uh,

Eulalia Merida Gertrude Halster.

Mary Magdalene, even I know her.

So, the Mother Superior has given us their chosen names.

Not helpful.

Well, whoever she is, the number I found in Angelica's Bible is for a burner

phone. It's been disconnected since I called.

Forensics are tracing the call, so we'll find out where he is, or where he was,

at least.

We have a conflicting account from Sister Eulalia about who was last in the

chapel. She claims that Sister Grace Marie was lurking around outside when

she entered, so it's possible that Grace Marie strangled Angelica. But the Mother

Superior claims that Eulalia was the last in. And Eulalia suggested that

Angelica and Grace Marie were more than just friends, or at least that's what I

think she was suggesting. So perhaps we have a lover's tiff.

Oh. Good luck asking the Mother Superior about that. At least the Mother Superior

checked out.

Born Elizabetha Ahern in Wellington in 1982.

No record and no social media.

Well, as you'd hope.

But we certainly have plenty to talk to her about.

Gina!

You know, Mike, in Russia, nuns are much more traditional.

I'd say dressing head to toe in white and devoting your life to silent prayer

is about as traditional as it gets.

Yes, but it's not that being dressed what is so shocking.

It's what you see when she's not.

You're right. That is not traditional.

And I have to tell you, I don't think they are particularly holy.

Is that? An expletive? Yes.

And it's not the only one. I guess she didn't get the memo from Leviticus about

not incising any marks on your body.

If tattoos are a sin, then statistically, one in five of us is

going to hell.

There's certainly a lot more to Sister Angelica than initially meets the eye.

Oh, I have a tattoo.

A copy of one that archaeologists identified on the mummified body of the

Siberian Ice Maiden.

We'll take you with her, Gina. Thanks.

Anything more you can tell us? Yes.

Her tattoos faded in the sewing process.

But then she was 2,500 years old.

About Angelica?

Oh, yes.

Of course.

You see the knots in the belt here?

They are roughly 50 millimeters apart, which corresponds very clearly with the

bruising here on the victim's neck.

What this tells us is that the cincha went around her neck, was quickly

tightened, and did not move laterally until she was dead. So you were right

when you guessed that she never saw her attacker.

I'm always right, Christine.

And she didn't have time to fight them off.

No. Her death was at least mercifully quick.

The Little Sisters of St. Monica.

Yes, it's not my own particular brand of faith, but I do know of them.

Even though, until recently, they kept pretty much to themselves.

Until recently?

They've been here about ten years, I think, doing good works, mainly at

Sunset Manor. In Tyment Village?

Yes, and although I'm not one to gossip, we're all God's creatures, great and

small, there was talk of them being involved in some unpleasantness there a

while back.

And what nature? Don't know the details.

But the sisters subsequently switched to providing musical entertainment at the

bowling club instead.

One mentioned on Facebook that the monikers were coming and I was right off

the Christmas card list.

Brimstone being an archaic term synonymous with sulphur, evoking the

acrid odour of sulphur dioxide.

The nuns are here!

Hang on, I was just getting to the part about Solomon Gomorrah.

Did they have to book the jolly nuns for the same day?

Any idea what the unpleasantness was with the retirement village?

No, but I'll tell you this, no one fell asleep for the choir.

In fact, the crowd got quite lively.

Just give me some space.

Dida made you poop.

She sounds like an angel.

Although technically, angels, from the Greek word agelos, are bodiless

messengers, not singers.

So would you say this particular bowler was fixated on Sister Angelica?

Ernie Guthrie, fixated, might be pushing it.

If anything, it was the van driver who seemed to capture his attention.

Your reputation precedes you.

I'll see you next time.

I've been looking for you.

Ready to take the green, my love?

Don't you my love me.

I don't know what he was up to, but there was more than a whiff of

skullduggery about it.

You think his wife thought so too?

Marina's a staunch member of my flock.

To be honest, I thought Ernie was too, but those nuns seem to have quite turned

his head.

No, thank you. Although I liked the musical Book of Mormons. Very funny.

Marina Guthrie, is that... Yes?

DC Chalmers, Brokenwood CIB.

I'm looking for your husband, Ernie. He's been disappearing for hours at a

time, and when he is here, he's often a dream world.

Was he home late yesterday morning?

I don't know. I was supposed to meet him at the geriatricians, just to check his

marbles, but he never showed.

So you don't know where he was?

I could not get a straight story out of the great plunker.

Did any of your nuns have tattoos?

Well...

As far as I knew, they didn't even have arms or legs, just hands, which they

used to torture the knuckles of young girls trying to learn the piano.

Ah, the fur Elise that never was.

Sister Raymond kept a box of tissues and a steel-edged ruler on top of the piano,

and even as a ten-year-old, I could work out what that meant.

Your first detective work.

Yes, but when confronted with her use of the steel-edged ruler, she denied it,

thus flouting any slavish commitment of the Ninth Commandment.

Thou shalt not lie.

As it happens, tattoos are not an impediment to taking holy orders.

Did you know Angelica had them?

Modesty prevails, Detective Sims.

In case you hadn't noticed, we're not exactly running around in midriff tops

and hot pants.

How long had Angelica been here?

About eight years.

And before you ask me anything about where she came from, all you have to do

to be welcomed into the Little Sisters of St. Monica is give yourself to God

and the greater good.

Everything else stays in the past.

Including the nuns' real names.

Little Sisters choose their own monikers, no pun intended, when they

choose their new lives.

It's nothing new.

In fact, it's been that way since the Middle Ages.

Well, that may be the case, but policing has moved on since, and we are legally

required to identify Angelica and notify her next of kin.

We are her next of kin.

Well, she must have other family who'd want to be notified.

If she did, I would know about it.

Regardless of that, we're going to need a list of the nun's real names. I don't

see the relevance.

With all due respect, that's up to us to decide.

I will see to it.

Now, if that's all... Uh, not quite.

Before we go any further, Sister Eulalia claims that it was Grace Marie who was

last in the chapel.

Eulalia! End on time, Sister.

Is there any possibility that Angelica and Grace Marie were more than just

friends?

Of course they were friends, but if you're suggesting anything improper...

To be fair, it was Eulalia that was suggesting it. Sister Eulalia would seem

to be clocking up the abominations.

And all caused by one deadly sin.

Envy. Food.

She couldn't really understand it.

But now I know that he demands it.

Thank you, Eulalia.

Great enthusiasm.

Good effort.

Grace Marie, can you show us your more perhaps nuanced version?

A gift like your sister, you honour nobody by keeping it to yourself.

Angelica had the voice of an angel, but Grace Marie is in another realm

entirely. Although she is sadly reluctant to sing in public, despite her

greatest encouragement.

And I'm sorry to report that Eulalia finds it difficult to appreciate her

sister's God-given talent.

So Eulalia lied to get Grace Murray in trouble?

Eulalia's knees will be quite worn out by the time she's finished praying for

forgiveness.

Could it be that Eulalia attacked Angelica?

This is not an inside job.

But did you actually see Eulalia enter the chapel? You are testing my patience.

Come on, Eulalia.

Chop, chop.

Eulalia is tricky, but she's not a murderer.

Look, were it Grace Marie, and I can't believe I'm even saying this, but were

it dear Grace Marie who had gone to meet our maker, I might have, in the

circumstances, had a sliver of doubt. But, God help me, Only a sliver.

And in this case, I absolutely do not.

We'll still need to talk to you, Lillia, again.

I can see my word is not good enough for the Broken Woods CIB.

Just doing our job.

Oh, ye of little faith.

You guys need to take a look outside.

Todd!

Thought I spotted you out here.

Jeez, you nearly gave me a heart attack.

I'd fall at any minute.

You work here now?

Been doing odd jobs since I lost my farm gig.

You like it here?

I do.

I feel closer to a higher being.

Didn't you? Maybe it's the latter.

It's just the quiet that creeps me out.

Can you imagine not talking? Or talking in a funny language that sounds like

Iwaki's? Hey, Todd, would you mind coming down here for a second? I've just

got a few questions for you.

Yeah.

So...

Did you know Sister Angelica?

The one who got... Yeah, yes.

Well, no.

I mean, yes.

I saw this thing with her and a dude in a Hendrix T-shirt.

What thing?

I was fixing the balustrade up on the balcony and I saw Sister Angelica deal

to some skungy Pakeha.

So you just expect me to go out there and wrestle up?

You're sure about that?

Yep. Right in the family jewels.

Did you recognise this guy?

No. But I bet he's still walking funny.

So, when was this?

About three weeks ago.

And you're sure you've never seen this guy before and it was definitely Sister

Angelica? Well, yeah. She was small, but staunch.

OK. Thanks.

Staunch, you've been very helpful.

No, Wockus.

Oh, you should ask the other night.

About the dude. She might know something.

What? Of a nun?

The tall one.

Exactly how tall was this nun?

Like Detective Chalmers, but not so muscly, I don't think.

It's hard to say what's under those freaky cloaks.

It's not right to think.

And this all happened in silence?

Apart from the dudes.

I think so. Yeah.

The sisters aren't allowed to talk, remember?

They were just duking it out.

Nuns, eh?

In Pache Vivimus. Yeah.

That's what the Ewoks say.

Bless me, Mother, for I have sinned. To be discussed.

Open a window, Elalia. It's beyond stuffy in here.

Here. Let me help.

Ah, you've done yourself an injury, I see.

The result of a burn.

Grabbing a scalding pot handle in the kitchen in a moment of haste.

Elalia has a lot of faults, and patience is one.

Regardless, with those injuries, she couldn't possibly have committed that

act on Angelica.

Thanks for the tip.

Did you witness the accident?

I did not.

Others did.

I did hear the scream and the unholy utterances that followed.

A most painful event in many ways.

I'm sure.

I'd like to talk to Grace Marie.

That I absolutely forbid.

She's in mourning for her friend and simply not up for it.

You'll let me know as soon as she is.

Please, detective.

I am charged with protecting these good women.

I've already let Angelica down almost more than I can bear.

Can you not just leave us alone?

Thanks, Gina.

Gina's looking into Angelica's dental records, but apparently you can't rush

that hedgehog.

And Mother Superior is putting together a list of real names.

Somewhat reluctantly, it has to be said.

What did Reverend Green have to say?

That the nuns have been around for a while and the choir is very popular now

at the bowling club.

But something went wrong earlier at the retirement village. I was just on my way

to check it out. But do these seem like normal nuns to you?

Well, according to Convent Handyman and our friend, Todd Taylor, he

witnessed one nun kneeing a...

scungy pakeha in the groin, and pushing another nun to the ground. So, no,

definitely not.

Sounds like something you'd expect at the Frog and Cheetah, not a nunnery.

We've confirmed that Eulalia was the last in the chapel, but she's injured

her hand, so it'd be difficult, if not impossible, for her to strangle someone.

Ernie Guthrie, according to the Reverend, and his wife, has been acting

out a character ever since the choir started singing at the bowling club.

Now his wife can't say where he was yesterday morning, or in fact where he

is right now, so we'll need to question him.

I'm wondering if this is the nun Angelica pushed to the ground. Perhaps

she knows something about this scungy male.

The tall one.

Sounds like the one that drives the choir van.

Right then.

Let's see if she's none the wiser.

Yeah, that's quite good.

What? So it's alright when he does it?

Sister Stella and a man?

Here at the convent, no, no, no, no. That can't be right.

It's not that men aren't welcome here, it's just that there's no reason for

them to come.

This can't be true.

All the same, we'd like to talk to Sister Stella.

We have an eyewitness who saw Angelica and you with a man in the garden and

says that there was some sort of altercation.

Our witness says that Angelica pushed you and you fell.

It was an accident.

So there was no altercation.

Different ideas about horticulture.

Me chem fertiliser versus her organic.

Okay, so you argued about gardening.

You weren't at choir practice yesterday morning, Sister Stella.

This is ridiculous.

I'm getting writer's crap.

Forgive me, Lord, for what I'm about to say and the fact that I am actually

saying it.

It's good to hear.

I'm banned from the choir because I apparently have a voice like a donkey in

labour. Well, if you weren't at practice, where were you?

Look, Angelica and me, we had our ups and downs.

But we were mates, and I was nowhere near the chapel when she left this

mortal coil.

I was on gardening duty.

Now I'd like to go and pray for my sins if it's all the same to you.

Ah, the belt.

What do the knots mean?

One for every year of unblemished service.

This one has five knots.

So whoever it belonged to had five unblemished years at the convent.

And Sister Angelica could only manage two.

She'd been there eight, so that's six years with blemishes.

I found something else on the cincture.

Traces of garden fertiliser.

So the offender could have been working in horticulture?

Among other things, yes.

Hmm.

Tell me.

We know the approximate time of death and that it was swift, but how swift

exactly?

The oxygen levels in her lungs at the time of death indicate a little bit more

than two minutes.

This person, they knew what they were doing.

And they were strong.

A less strong person?

They would take at least five minutes.

Also, there would be more signs of a struggle.

She tried to claw away the cincture, but she did not have time to wrestle with

her attacker before she lost consciousness.

Ah, any indication how tall the attacker might have been?

Actually, yes.

See here?

How these are at an angle that goes up from her throat, behind her ears, to the

back of her head?

This indicates the attacker was taller.

Were they shorter, the marks would angle down.

Hmm.

Thanks, Jane.

Sims.

Gina thinks it's likely that the offender is taller than the victim.

Well, Stella's on the taller side.

I'm in her room now. Not that there's much to see.

And there are traces of fertilizer on the sink chair.

Look at her while you're there.

Organic versus chemical.

Uh, yeah, will do.

Angelica obviously won that battle.

Hallelujah. No one wanted the Nuns' Choir when I first suggested it. But

after the first visit, the crowd went wild.

They're not that sort of crowd.

Left the Benny Hill reruns in the dust, let me tell you.

So, what went wrong?

It's not a police matter, Detective.

The homicide of one of the choir singers is... Sister Angelica, yes, I heard. And

I'm really sorry.

Actually, it was she at the heart of the unpleasantness. I hastened to add,

through no fault of her own.

And our ex-employee developed a rather unnatural attachment.

Hey, who's that?

What the hell do you think you're doing?

The devil finds work for idle hands.

I googled that.

Do you know what this work was?

Let's not go there, Detective.

I certainly didn't want to, and neither did the Mother Superior when I asked if

there'd be a bother, any sort of bother, as a result.

If you were to press charges, it would reflect very poorly on the village.

That's the last thing anyone wants, and Sister Angelica insists she is, thank

heavens, unharmed.

Tell me...

The perpetrator of this impropriety.

The orderly, fired on the spot.

Good.

But all the same, I think at best the choir moves on.

It's a shame really, because the singing seemed to really help the residents

sleep better.

Even if, and once again it's not a police matter, there was some

unscheduled removal of clothing afterwards.

Any idea where I can find the orderly?

I have his address on record, I'm sure.

He's terrible at his job, but oddly popular with the residents.

Dean Badgley, former employee at the Sunset Manor.

Sacked for fraternising with Sister Angelica.

No longer living at his Brokewood Heights address on record, so current

whereabouts unknown.

Our scungy Pakeha.

Fraternising? What does that mean exactly?

Details remain sketchy, but it's why the choir switched from the retirement

village to the bowling club.

And your friend in the grey veil knew about it.

Found in a statue of the Virgin Mary, which is not a sin, but it is odd.

I also found a bag of fertiliser in the nun's garden shed, which I've sent to

Gina for analysis, just in case it matches what she found on the cincture.

Organic, according to the packaging.

So Angelica got her way over Stella with that one.

Is a disagreement over plant food a motive for murder? Well, when you think

about how twitchy people get when you don't recycle.

Dean Badgley, on the other hand.

Yeah, if Angelica caused him to get fired, he'd at the very least have a

grudge.

I'll look into it.

The nuns here are not allowed phones.

The aim is to keep the outside world at bay.

But you called us when Angelica was found.

Yes, there's a landline. It's for emergencies only.

Mobile phones are an unnecessary evil and will not be tolerated. So you don't

know who it belongs to?

That you found it is a source of great disappointment.

But I am a spiritual leader, not a prison warden. I don't do cavity

searches. Forensics will be able to unlock the phone and tell us more, but

it would be helpful if you were to be more forthcoming.

I want to find the truth about Sister Angelica just as much as you do.

Yet you didn't think the incident between her and the retirement village

Audley was worth mentioning?

No, I didn't.

She swore no harm was done and of course I believed her.

You don't think that he... Angelica.

It's too early to jump to any conclusions.

Getting back to the Cincture, I see that...

All the nuns have a spare habit in their wardrobe, but only one belt.

We make them ourselves.

It's very time consuming.

That's why there's just one per nun.

Does each nun still have one?

Well, they're not called habits because you can pick or choose.

There are rules here and they must be obeyed or there will be consequences.

Now, why are you here instead of out looking for this man?

I would not want piano lessons from that woman.

Well, the good news is you can learn the Fur Elise on YouTube without crying.

Excuse me, Sister Stella?

Uh, you're Batman, I believe.

Hey!

Well,

what do you think?

Uh, let me guess, you've done something to your hair?

Nah.

Uh, you bought a new shirt?

Nah, I never bought any clothes.

Wait, I know.

The coffee cart is different.

Only completely from the ground up.

What's wrong with the old one?

Oh, you know, it got nicked. Yeah, well, we got it back for you.

Yeah, big ups for that, but it was never the same. You know, it felt violated.

So I built this new one.

Well, that's impressive, Frodo. Congratulations.

I'll take a chocolate muffin to celebrate.

No, you won't.

Ernie's cleaned me out.

Again.

Unless the old dude's sick to the bran muffins.

Do you want a bran muffin?

I'll just have the coffee Friday.

Ernie Guthrie.

Dixie Chalmers, Brokenwood CIB.

You? What are you doing?

Harassing my wife? Now you're following me around?

I'm just here for the chocolate muffins.

Are they the secret you're keeping from Mrs. Guthrie?

Who says I've got a secret?

She says I've got a secret.

She says you're a hard man to find at times.

Always somewhere.

And would that somewhere be at the Little Sisters of St. Monica Convent

yesterday morning?

The convent?

Yes, where the nuns live.

I hear you're a big fan.

I like it.

The singing.

Is there anything else you'd like?

Say one nun in particular?

You're trying to trick me into saying something.

What do I want you to say, Ernie?

You see?

Not entirely.

So let's try an easier one.

If you weren't at the convent yesterday morning, where were you?

I was... Well,

if it comes back to you, you let me know.

It's important.

Care to unlock it?

Sister Stella, you could do yourself a favour right now and start being a

little bit more cooperative.

Because currently, you're in the hot seat.

Why?

You admit to having an altercation with Sister Angelica.

But you can't tell us where you were when she died. Plus, you just tried to

do a runner.

Look, I did not always get on with Angelica, but in no way did I strangle

her, and I can prove it.

Oh, good. We like proof.

What can I say?

It's my guilty pleasure.

This is what you were doing when Angelica was killed?

Check the statistics.

You played it for this many hours?

Yes, but please don't wrap me up to the Mother Superior. She's already caught me

once. The Mother Superior already knows about the phone.

Dean Badgley, the man in the Jimi Hendrix T-shirt.

What was he doing there the day I witnessed Sylvia?

There was no man.

Thank you, officers.

I really appreciate it. Excuse me.

I did not think police resources stretched to this.

But then again, she is our third streaker in as many weeks. I'm not here

about that, but three streakers. Yeah, things you can't unsee. I get stuck in

there. Jonah, new greensman come barman come jack of all trades around here.

How can I help?

Were you here when the Little Sisters of St Monica Choir performed about a month

ago? Yes, I had just arrived.

Not your usual bowling club fare, but the vicar was a real yawn. So you didn't

notice anything unusual?

Unusual? No.

Although it is quite a small choir, and it's even smaller after the tragic loss

of sister, um... Angelica.

So you remember her.

To be honest, they're all peas in a pod.

Although this has nothing to do with the choir per se, but we did have our first

nerdy bowl of the very next day.

What are you doing? You're going to pull my cover.

Come on, you idiot.

Oi!

What the hell are you doing here?

Bloody hell!

Mr Fletcher, don't you drop the pants.

This guy in the Jimi Hendrix shirt, you seen him before? Yeah, yeah, yeah. No,

dodgy looking bloke and not a bowler.

I don't know what he was doing here. I'd sprung on once before. The first day

when the nuns were singing here.

What are you doing in there? None of your business.

You're stealing from nuns.

Nuns don't have anything to steal.

You didn't call the police?

Yeah, I know, I probably should have, but I was new to the job and all that.

And I called them today.

Well, you'll let me know if you see them again?

Too right.

You knew about Sister Stella's phone and you lied.

I said the finding of the phone was a great disappointment.

A venial sin for which I have already asked for forgiveness.

It's very convenient how you can magically conjure up forgiveness.

Look, I found Sister Stella playing a silly game on her phone. She told me

she'd gotten rid of the wretched thing and I believed her.

If you've got anything else to tell me, now would be a good time.

Let me eat my sadness sack.

Gina, moon me till my eyes are black.

Did you just say moon me till my eyes are black?

Yes, but you know, this is not physically possible.

You said you discovered something about Angelica's tattoos?

Yes.

It's all tied up together.

They're all lyrics from songs by the Brides of Kleist.

The grunge band from Invercargill.

Do you like grunge?

No, I had a boyfriend once who... Never mind.

They were a thing in the early 2000s, but not, as I would have thought, with

nuns.

Blip yourself to Blipville.

Actually, I think I've heard this one.

This one here, Ink Deez.

Maybe if you hand me dinks.

No, I don't think it's a song lyric. I think it's the name of the tattoo

artist.

Sister Grace Murray.

Oh, God.

No, no, that's worse.

I'm so sorry.

It's all right. I'm sure some vows are meant to be broken.

Get away from me! Get away!

I'm Detective Senior Sergeant Mike Sheppard from Brokenwood CIB. I'm

investigating the murder of Sister Angelica.

She was my friend.

We're doing everything we can to find out what happened to her.

I would never hurt anyone.

Never. Ever, no matter what, and especially not Angelica.

I'm not here to hurt you, Grace Marie, but I would like to ask you about your

cincture.

It's not regulation, I know.

And I saw what was around her neck, but you must believe me, I would never harm

a single precious hair on her head.

It was a silly accident.

I was distracted when I was cooking.

I managed to clean it but I knew I couldn't get it dry in time before choir

practice.

Sister Angelica?

No!

I was in the choir.

I wouldn't... I couldn't... She was my

dearest friend.

And I, of all people, know what it's like to...

To what do I owe this horror?

Oh, come on. It's the Brides of Kleist.

You know, the cult grunge band.

What, you didn't rock out to some Brides of Kleist in your younger days?

Strangely, no.

Why are we listening to it?

Because the lyrics are tattooed all over Angelica's body by an artist known as

Ink Deez.

Last heard of in Queenstown. I'm following up.

Uh, my ears are still ringing.

From talking to Sister Grace Marie?

As in talking, talking.

Hmm. It was her cincture that was used to strangle Angelica.

Taken from the clothesline after Grace Marie headed to the chapel. So is she a

nun of interest?

Oh.

Mother Superior knew about Stella's phone, so she has been less than

forthcoming with the truth. But neither her nor Grace Marie took the cincture

from the clothesline because Angelica arrived after them. Unless...

They're covering for each other. Because of Eulalia's false witness, it's hard to

get a clear picture.

Oh, it's none of the above.

In other news, I think Eulalia might be a sly grogger.

Ooh, holy water it ain't. Which might explain why she doesn't have any knots

on her cincture. Well, I found Ernie Guthrie.

Although he can't remember where he was at the time of Angelica's death.

Could be his memory.

But our skungy Pākehā has been making a nuisance of himself at the bowling club.

According to the manager, Jonah Fitzmartin, he is an accessory to a near

-streaking incident, of which there have been a few.

Wow. And he was allegedly seen snooping around the nun's van too.

OK, but just going back to the streaking... Gina!

I've missed something.

But not entirely, because I'm here now to tell you about it.

To begin with, the tattoos.

They were quite a distraction.

You see here, and here, and between her toes?

Almost invisible to the naked eye.

Tiny scars.

This got me taking another look elsewhere on the body. They were

disguised by tattoos.

But under the microscope.

There is no hiding it.

Needlemouth? Yes.

At some point in her life, Sister Angelica was an intravenous drug user.

And then, there's this.

The toxicology report.

At the time of her death, testing reveals she had a phytocannabinoid,

tetrahydrocannabinol, in her system.

THC. Correct.

She was smoking cannabis.

Within past 30 days, it had entered her system. Yes.

Although, it's hard to say when and how much.

THC levels are unpredictable post-mortem, and hers were quite high.

Wow.

Is there anything these nuns don't do?

I like what you've done with the place.

Thanks. Sometimes in life you just gotta get a makeover, you know?

Guess I'd feel the same way if I got a perm.

You're not thinking about getting a perm, are you?

No.

Do you think I should?

No.

Hey, sorry to hear about that whole blessed holy Mary mother of sister nun

thing, eh? Indeed, Frodo. Thank you. Yeah, nuns don't drink coffee.

The tall one liked a lot of orange juice and the tattooed one, she likes a decaf

mocha. Extra sprinkles. The tattooed one?

Yeah, she was here the other day with her dropkick boyfriend.

Sweet. The mocha? No, the ink.

Oh. Um, they're stuck on.

Stella, what does the mantel want?

New t-shirt?

Bless her, she has such a sense of humour.

She actually said that to you? Out loud?

Yeah, she called him Munter. It's what my girlfriend's always called me, Munty.

It's a term of endearment, I think. Flat white.

Detective Shepard special.

Thanks. Extra sugar?

Surely you're sweet enough as it is.

Stupid you.

Are you kidding me?

Did you tell her we were going to be here? No, she must have some kind of

homing device.

Does she know about your ex-wife who isn't quite so ex yet?

I'm keeping it on a need-to-know basis.

Mrs Baker, hello.

I'm Beth, back from Aussie, I see. Did you have a lovely time?

Oh, you know, just the usual. Caught up with the family and threw in some

crocodile wrestling for good measure.

Crikey. Oh, she's a brave one.

I have got...

Two words for you, and you are going to love them both.

Are they no and thanks?

Oh, yeah.

They're hilarious.

No.

Are you ready?

Well, Mike might not be, but I am, so please.

Edible sequence.

On the dress.

Oh, no, Beth.

I'm like, well, that would work, but I'm okay. I'm okay.

Sorry to interrupt you.

So you're the big cheese at the police station, is that right? Oh, cheesecake,

that would work too.

Sorry, would Edible's sequins work on that?

Detective Senior Sergeant Mike Sheppard. How can I help you? Jonah, manager at

the bowling club.

I was just wondering if you're getting anywhere with the choir singer case. The

bowlers can't stop talking about it. Are they saying anything I need to hear?

No, mainly they're just gutted.

They're worried the choir won't return. They love that choir.

Well, you can tell them we're making progress with the inquiry.

Right, thanks. Well, keep up the good work.

Sorry to interrupt you. Oh, no problem at all.

Tell me, Jonah, when did you get married?

Oh, that was a long time ago now. It's the best day of my life.

Oh, what made it so special?

The woman I vowed to spend my entire life with.

Once you get a good one, you don't ever let her go.

We're like you, Jonah.

Oh, I'd better be heading back.

Oh.

Nice to see you, Mrs Baker.

This list is as useless as the last list. Mary Tyler Metton, Jane Fondette.

Well, it's not entirely surprising that a bunch of pot-smoking nuns would want

to go incognito.

Well, as far as we know, there's only one pot smoker. And I don't want to

generalise, but the Mother Superior doesn't strike me as a stoner.

And Ulalia prefers vodka.

Hmm. Sister Stella?

Knock, knock.

Todd, how can we help?

Uh, yeah, um, I've got something to tell you, which I probably shouldn't. In

fact, I definitely shouldn't, because there's two sides to every story, after

all. And sometimes three.

Spit it out, Todd.

Uh, so, uh, the thing is, I just popped into the Snake and Tiger before.

I just used the whare paku. A good handyman never drinks on the job, even

when it's really, really hot and there's a lot of, like, Ulta wine everywhere.

Not to mention holy water, and I did try that once, but I'm pretty sure it gave

me the squids.

That's what you wanted to tell us?

Nah, that guy, the one Sister Angelica need in the nuts, he was there.

Yo, sup?

Um, nothing.

I don't personally indulge myself anymore. It was just that one time.

And no one remembers that.

But yeah, that was the thing I wanted to tell you about the dude I saw the

comment that I probably shouldn't tell you about.

Thanks, Todd. You've been very helpful.

Shall we?

Do you have to assume every two-bit prim and broken would end up at the Snake and

Tiger? So you haven't seen him?

Oh, no, Mark.

He's over there playing darts.

Dean Badgley.

And you are?

What?

Don't look at me. I've already tackled a nun today.

So is there anything you can tell me about this guy?

Drinks creme de menthe and lemonade.

And he left his bag behind.

Put the pool cue down. You're harassing me.

You don't even know what I want to talk to you about.

I don't want to know.

Stop.

Don't.

Listen to something.

We also have your name, your new address and about... 200 grams of cannabis?

Resisting arrest.

Possession of a Class C drug.

Coming with us. But I was not in possession at the time of the

resistance.

Well, we can work out the finer details back at the station.

Hey, Dean!

What's up?

Mum! What was that about? Don't ask me.

I don't know anything about known nuns, especially the dead one.

I'm a Buddhist. We can't even kill cockroaches. We have a witness placing

you at the convent with Sister Angelica not long before she died.

Wasn't there?

Well, here's a simpler question.

Where were you yesterday morning between 11 and 12?

Hmm.

I was, um... We know you knew her. You continue to evade questioning and you

can't tell us what you were doing when she died.

I was... I was gardening.

Gardener. All side hustle, you know?

You've been seen twice in what could be construed as separate violent

altercations.

One with a woman who is now dead, and another with a streaker from a bowling

club. Hey, that was just bad timing. I'm a businessman.

Come on, guys. I'm a good Christian.

Communing with the Holy Sisters.

Thought you were a Buddhist. You didn't know them.

What were you looking for in the nun's van when they first performed?

No, no, no. I didn't go anywhere near their van. Why would I?

You tell us.

Hey, you know, I did go near their van.

What are you doing here?

Me? You're the one trespassing.

You're a member of this bowling club.

Have you joined the convent?

Get out of here before I call the cops. You little scum!

So you found him in the van.

Why? What did he say?

You guys are really freaking me out. Do I need a lawyer or what?

You're free to go.

But I don't want to hear you've left town.

I checked out Jonah Fitzmartin from the bowling club.

No record, no trouble.

Doing a great job by all accounts.

Tightwad Tuesday is apparently the hit of the century.

So Dean was lying about Jonah being in the van?

Looks that way.

We know Dean was in possession of cannabis and that Angelica had it in her

system and that they did know each other.

Now, drug deal gone wrong.

Good afternoon.

So, do we have a match?

No. The nun's fertiliser, it's organic.

But traces on the cincture are chemical. Chemical is cheaper, right? And more

common.

But that's not all I found.

There were also traces on the tassel from the nitrate group.

Tomatoes. Ah, the soup.

Grace Marie was telling the truth about her belt dipping in it. But the

strangler who took it off the clothesline didn't work in the common

garden. But they did work in a garden.

Interesting forensics on Sister Stella's phone.

There's only one number in the call history which pinged off a cell tower in

Broken Wood Heights.

Last known address for Dean Badgley.

With a pot planting side hustle.

Yo, what's up?

Is this your side hustle?

Yeah. Put my back into it, won't you? You lot stop pestering me.

Tell me, Dean, do you use fertilizer?

What if I do?

Perhaps you would prefer that we got a warrant to search your property.

A warrant? On what grounds?

I'll make the call.

Look, can't we just... No, no, cut a deal?

There are no deals.

There's just a dead nun.

with a connection to you, a possible grudge, and no witnesses to confirm that

you were anywhere other than strangling Angelica yesterday morning. All right,

all right.

There are witnesses.

So that's just the gummy bears, yeah?

You want chill-out chat-a-thon or big-time party time?

Party time.

Duh.

And keep it on the down low. You're not really my market.

And if they say they've never heard of me, tell them I've got surveillance

cameras watching every transaction.

Do you?

No, but it's a really good idea.

Anyway, they can prove I was nowhere near the convent when Sister Ange died.

Bloody hen parties.

So let me get this straight.

Your side hustle is selling cannabis edibles.

Had weed, but only old people want to smoke it these days. I mean, gummy

bears, give me a break. Weed's not supposed to be cute.

Old people as in the retirement village in the bowling club.

Well, you don't have to be able to bowl, and you're catching on to the gummies.

What was the knee in the groin at the convent about? Hey, they look like

they'd be nice to orphans, but those nuns could be me.

It's not my fault you lost your stupid job. I told you we needed to be more

discreet. Yeah, well, that retirement village was a gold mine, and thanks to

you, that tap's just been turned off. There are other taps.

So you just expect me to go out there and rustle up?

What?

Just remember who the boss is around here, Dean.

Yes.

Who's the boss?

Exactly.

Look, just to be safe, could we not mention the hen party to Sister Stella?

Or that I told you any of this?

I just need you to know I didn't kill anyone.

You're telling us the nuns supply you with cannabis?

Yeah. Plus they make the gummies.

They're really good at it.

And God bless you too.

Yep.

The bishop in the city.

Great, thank you.

As far as he's aware, there's no such thing as the Little Sisters of St

Monica. And I've just talked to the tattoo artist known as Ink Deez, who

from the description of the song lyrics believes that Angelica is a Michaela

Plimkin, former hairdresser from Taihape.

Gina can make headway with the dental records, but she fits the description.

Sounds like we're getting somewhere.

Well, we think we have a name. But we have doubts about the pedigree of the

Little Sisters of St Monica.

Well, according to the council, the land the convent is on is far from sacred. It

belongs to one Elisapeta Ahern.

Paid for in cash 11 years ago. Well, so much for the vow of poverty.

Stand down, officers. No streakers as yet.

Sorry to interrupt, but we're here to see the Mother Superior.

Sister Grace Marie, it's your solo.

We practiced this.

You can do it. I know you can.

The choir's a bit off today.

A word, Miss Ahern?

Not here.

How thoughts exactly?

Sister Gertrude.

Kindly take over.

Let's start with who you really are.

You know who I really am.

But I was a nun.

A real one.

In the Sisters of Clemency order.

I had a vocation. I believed in what I was doing.

Giving myself to God for the greater good.

So what happened?

Visiting priest from Australia happened.

I wasn't totally naive when I entered the convent.

I had a life before when no meant no.

It still does.

Yes.

Well, it was my word against his and my superiors chose to believe him.

And even if Me Too had been invented back then, what could I do?

Any public outcry would embarrass the church and even though I felt let down

by them, I couldn't do that.

So you... established your own order.

As you well know, Detective Sims, within the existing hierarchy there can reign

holy terror.

But the Little Sisters of St Monica aren't like that.

We still live under the rigid tenets of a female religious order, just not

beholden to the all-powerful, judgmental bloody patriarchy.

Sorry.

Which rigid religious tenor allows for the growth and distribution of Class C

drugs?

Ah.

Cannabis.

I don't remember reading much about that in the Bible.

No.

It concentrates more on strong drink.

But Jesus was definitely more forgiving when it came to herbs.

Genesis chapter 1 verse 29, And God said, Behold, I have given you every

plant-yielding seed that is on the face of the earth.

You shall have them for food. So that's where the gummy bears come in?

I realise I don't deserve much of a defence, but if there is one, it's that

it certainly wasn't my idea in the first place.

What?

In the name of God.

If what you are about to tell me is a lie, hell hath no fury to match what I

will rain down on you.

Sister Stella?

This is what you've been harvesting.

In Latin? In whatever.

Yeah, so it turns out I've got really green fingers.

And this stuff grows like actual wheat.

By the time I found out they were selling it, certain wheels had been set

in motion that were going to be very difficult to stop.

And which wheels might they be?

Have you heard of the Sullivan Islands?

I'll tether it to the internet.

Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners.

Ateate, the most remote of the Solomon Islands.

Population about 1,200, mostly school age.

And? We built them that church.

Show her the school, Ange.

We get letters from them every week.

They're learning to read and write.

Because of us.

Because of this.

My holy sister's hearts were in the right place. They believed they were

doing the good Lord's work.

And what would the good Lord think about Dean Badgley selling your Class C drugs?

I knew they had a contact, but I'm sorry to say I turned a blind eye.

Everybody deserves a defence, but that is not a good one.

No.

But a whole island.

is benefiting from our endeavour.

Futures are being secured. Children are being educated.

And the medicinal benefits of cannabis are well documented.

The law is the law.

And Angelica may have paid the ultimate price.

I will take what's coming.

And so will Stella and anyone else who you deem to have erred.

But please will you let me break the news to my sisters first?

I give you my word I'm not a flight risk.

Your word hasn't exactly been your bond up till now The other nuns real names

for instance.

I can't tell you that because I don't know them You'll need to

come in first thing tomorrow so that we can get a formal statement You know it's

all very well busting a nuns gummy bear ring, but we're still no closer to

finding Angelica's killer Although we can confirm Angelica

is Michaela Plimken.

All the obvious suspects can explain where they were, except for Ernie

Guthrie and our cheek with his geriatrician. There are definitely

cognitive issues there.

But if he's a member of the bowling club, his cognitive issues might just

come in a baggie.

Hmm, good point.

We know that the time of death can't be wrong because the choir arrived at the

chapel first and then saw the body soon after. And Gina says her body showed no

signs of having been moved, so she must have been killed right there, almost.

in front of them. So whoever did it is someone we haven't come across yet?

Really the case?

Have we missed someone from her past?

Well Michaela came to the convent fresh out of rehab so I tracked down one of

her counsellors who said she never mentioned anyone who she thought to be a

threat. And although she was estranged from her family none of them were

anywhere near her when she died.

Could the whole choir be lying?

Or... Sampling too much of the product.

Shepard.

We're on our way.

Eula, Leah and Graceberry have gone missing.

I got back from the station to find Sister Stella in a terrible state.

It's taken me this long to get any sense out of her.

Tell them, Stella.

Before we left, I was distracted by the bowlers. Never mind that. Excuse my

French, but now's not the time to cover our butts.

I am the only one waiting for you in the rain.

The devil made me do it and I just want to feel your

pain.

I'll leave your life in rubble.

And neither of them were there and I didn't even notice.

Have you called the bowling club?

Yes, of course, they're not there.

Keep going, Stella, tell them what you told me.

I saw something the day Angelica was killed.

Maybe it was nothing, but now Angelica is gone and Grace Marie is missing.

I'm not sure, but I wonder, was Sister Eulalia spying on them?

So now you think Eulalia has taken Grace Marie?

I pray that's not the case, but yes.

It's been, what, an hour? I'll put out a 10-1, get everyone on the lookout.

At least they're recognisable.

There's something I need you to know.

The women here are not what they seem.

Well, they grow dope, manufacture illegal edibles, they're not real nuns.

I think we've got that. No, no, you don't understand.

I told you about my Me Too moment, but really that was just the beginning of

it.

Every one of my charges here has been the victim of horrible violence.

Angelica was abused by her stepfather.

long deceased, so he's not responsible for her death, but he is responsible for

a lot of misery in her life.

El Aliyah was tortured by her foster family and Grace Marie, I'll

never forget the day she arrived here after suffering so long at the hands of

her husband.

I had nowhere else to go.

If my husband finds me, he'll kill me.

It's a miracle he hasn't already.

If you're looking for miracles, you've come to the right place.

Come on.

Get out of the ute.

All I have left is just mine. He's taken everything else away.

Please come inside.

You'll be safe with me.

I'm not safe anywhere but in here.

A Ford Falcon U, 1985 or thereabouts.

I've seen it.

She won't let me get rid of it.

We'd known all this sooner. It might have helped us find out what happened to

Angelica.

Our vow of silence is not just religious, Detective.

These nuns are seeking sanctuary from perpetrators of unimaginable harm.

They trusted me to keep them safe and now I've let them down.

Hopefully we'll find them.

But first, we need to know who they really are.

Gulilea, real name Trixie Snyder, she had a tough life in and out of foster

homes and did a stint in jail for assault when she was 20.

If this was premeditated she might have already shot through. Is there a place

that means something to Trixie where she might have taken Grace Marie?

Hold that thought.

So the convent was sort of a women's refuge?

Word got out it was a safe haven and Elizabeth took in anyone who showed up

and needed help. She was doing more good than we thought.

Thanks Trudy, we're on our way.

Bad news is Grace Marie is still missing.

Good news, Eulalia hasn't taken her.

Unshackle me!

She had three rum and cokes and then got in a fight when some rando wouldn't pay

the bill.

Thanks for calling us.

Hey, she's the one that wanted the place.

Because it's all my fault.

What's your fault, Trixie?

Trixie?

Grace Marie.

That's what's my fault.

Tell us what happened.

Can we get a coffee over here?

Grace Marie and her beautiful voice.

I was sick of it.

So I played a trick on her, but I didn't mean for it to end up like this.

What was the trick?

I posted her profile on a dating app.

A profile? You mean as a nun?

Some guys just dig nuns.

But Grace Marie didn't know anything about it because you were posing as her

on the dating app. Yeah.

And I was popular.

Well, she was popular, especially with this one candidate at Pina Colada.

I just got carried away.

So you met up with that Pina Colada?

I invited him the first time we sang at the bowling club.

But Grace Marie had strep throat and didn't show.

He just gives him space.

Who died a man? You, Pope.

You mean the manager at the bowling club is at Pina Colada?

He wasn't the manager then.

I guess he got the job and moved to Brokenwood.

Mona. I didn't know that when I reached out to him again. I just knew he was

keen as mustard.

And then it all went so wrong.

Sister Gertrude, kindly take over.

It's him.

Oh my God, it's him.

I know it's him. How do you know?

All these years I thought I was safe, but no.

I should have known better.

He's here to kill me.

You're not making any sense, Grace Murray. Who's here to kill you?

My husband.

He's your husband?

Angelica and I, we had a plan for when this happened. It's okay.

We'll take care of it. No.

We had a plan.

One word, and you're finished.

No, Jonah, please.

Just let her go.

She's drunk. She won't remember anything anyway.

I will come with you, Jonah, if you just let her go.

You say one word, and I'm done with my wife.

I'll come back and I'll kill you.

Mother Superior and every one of those good-for-nothing nuns.

Do you hear me? She hears you, Jonah.

He means it. Not a word.

I force Grace Marie right back into the hands of her abuser.

This one has nothing to do with the Brides of Christ, and Grace Marie has

the same one.

in the same place. I saw it when I met her outside the convent.

So, Angelica wasn't the intended victim.

Grace Marie was. Grace Marie, or should I say Holly Lindhoff, married in 2012 to

Jonah Fitzmartin, the good guy with no police record.

And I just got off the phone to her sister, her actual sister.

She said Jonah was a coercive controller who they thought was abusing her.

Eventually, he cut her off from all her friends and family.

They haven't heard from her in eight years.

And take a look at this.

You know Leah's cell phone.

Do you know the song about pina coladas? About getting caught in the rain?

If you're not into health food, yes.

So we retrieved all the messages from the dating app.

Jonah called himself at pina colada.

And a lot of the messaging relates back to the song.

But in particular, Jonah messaged multiple times about a bar called

O'Malley's where he'll plan their escape.

Any idea where that could be?

A bar?

No. But there is an old barn at an O'Malley's farm.

Ah, bit of a hangout from my mispenews.

Update the others. We'll keep you informed.

It's okay. It's okay.

It's all right.

It's all right.

The manager from the bowling club, he's got one of the nuns, and he said he's

going to kill her in himself.

It's not what you think.

Me and Yvette, that doesn't matter right now. We just need to know what happened

with Jonah.

We were just here enjoying some quiet time. Save it.

We know the nuns have been dealing drugs.

They just turned up?

Just like behind the old box sheds at school, eh?

You what's up?

Actually, we're just after a little privacy. Isn't that right, hun?

Why do you think we're here?

I can only imagine.

Oh, are you all right, love?

She's fine.

We should go.

Jonah, we should go.

And leave these two potheads to ruin everything? I don't think so.

It's all right, Jonah. I know somewhere else.

I thought we were done for.

Then and there.

Then she led him away.

She led him away?

She said she had a plan.

You realize no one's ever going to find you here, right?

Come on, babe.

I know somewhere safe.

Honest.

She's a keeper, this one.

You sure that's what she said? That she knew somewhere safe?

Yes.

I think I know where she's taken him.

Sims.

Okay, so they're both in there, but she won't let anyone get close and she has a

knife. Does he have her? No, I'm sorry. You need to leave it to us. But I know

her. I know what she's lived through and how she survived it. I need to deal with

this. Please, you need to trust us.

Okay, keep everyone back until I say otherwise. Sims, you come with me.

Chalmers, you follow when I tell you.

Get fire and ambush started, and then head towards the yurt with the sounds.

Sister Grace Marie.

I'm Mike Shepherd. We met at the convent.

I never heard Angelica.

I know you didn't.

And I don't think you've hurt anyone in your life.

And I don't think you want to now.

Do you know what it's like to wake up every morning and think, is this the day

that monster's going to find me and kill me?

No.

But that's why we're here.

Leave it to us now.

You ruined me!

Holly, please.

Put down the lighter.

Holly's dead.

He killed Holly.

Holly, please.

The lighter.

Not until he tells you what he did.

What are you doing, babe?

We need to be together forever. Do you remember?

No. Yeah, our vows. When we married, I meant every word.

Till death do us part. Holly, please.

Step away from the youth and give me the lighter.

I can't live without you, all right? I've tried.

i love you so much more do you hurt the people you love

it's not the way it's supposed to go now tell him what you

did to angelica tell

me jonah i followed the nuns back to the convent and i found you whole

after all these years

I've been following her for weeks.

Come on, Janelia.

Chop, chop.

She was my friend.

My best.

My only friend.

And you took her away like you take everything.

You don't want the death of this man on your conscience, Holly. As long as he's

alive, I will always be in danger.

You won't.

He will go to jail for what he's done for a very, very long time. And you will

continue your life with Elisabetta and the other women who have protected you

up to now.

It's not enough.

Have a little faith.

Thank you.

Love bears all things gracefully.

Hope's all things.

And you are all things. Love never ends.

We will keep you safe.

So, anything?

Not yet.

Mike, did you reach out?

I did, and I'm sure we'll hear something back soon. But Tabitha was never big on

the notion of punctuality or deadlines.

Her sense of time is more governed by the moon.

Ladies.

They pimped their ham.

Gotta recognise this song.

I know

that

he can take control.