All language subtitles for Sister Boniface Mysteries Season 03 e07

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Lily Lustre, by Minerva.

Apply in...

seconds.

She might as well have
a price on her forehead.

Do we really want
shiny shoulders?

Jean: Stay lovely for hours.

Why not also try Affinity,
Minerva's latest face powder?

Matches your skin tone

and keeps the shine
off your nose,

hour after hour.

Matching skin tones indeed.

My grandmother bled herself
with leeches to look paler.

Very sensible.

Jean: As the evening sets in,

don't forget Kiss --

for exciting, inviting lips.

What will your lips say
about you?

That I look like a hussy?

Jean: Minerva.

Be the woman
you want to be --

day and night.

TV Announcer: Next week,
your local Minerva sales team

will be calling in
on Little Sockford,

Middleton, and Great Slaughter.

Well, they'll not be getting
a penny out of me!

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Button:
It's been three whole months

since the Minnies
were last here.

Gillespie: I've missed them,
too, Button.

Must be lovely for Mary.
Back selling on home turf again.

Not sure her husband agrees,
Sister.

Doesn't Alfie
sell cosmetics as well?

- You're embarrassing me.
- No, Alfie.

You're embarrassing yourself.

- There's my Minnie. Iris!
- Iris: Hi, Peggy.

- How are you?
- Iris: Yeah, great.

- It's my birthday!
- Really?

Happy birthday.

Jean: Hello, Great Slaughter!

Minerva here
to make you even more beautiful!

See you at the meeting, girls.

You're such a little hippo,
Iris.

One look at the women
of Great Slaughter

tells us they need more Minerva
in their lives.

Now, this place won't be easy,
but remember,

there's no such thing
as bad territory,

- only...
- All: Bad sales girls.

Some exciting news.

Our Top Salesgirl this week
will take home

this box
of Pablo Rabano goodies.

I love Pablo Rabano!

Mary: I wouldn't get too
excited, Iris.

Mary is the girl to beat.
As per usual.

Now...

Some bad news.

Total sales are still down
on last year.

There's no room
for passengers in my team.

Which is why the Minnie

who "sells the least
will be released".

Alright, team.

Let's make these women
beautiful.

Livingstone: Right. Right, okay.

Goodbye, Victoria.

I love you, too.

Right, okay. Bye. Bye.

What was it this time?
Cake decorations?

- Flowers?
- Bridesmaids.

Peggy?

Victoria and I would like to ask
you to be our second bridesmaid,

after Lilly.

- Button: Me?
- Livingstone: Yes.

Oh, my goodness.
It's a dream come true.

Thank you, Sarg.

- No worries.
- Excellent choice, Felix.

I assume that you've
decided on a best man?

Do I have to have a best man?

- Yes, of course!
- Livingstone: Right.

So, what qualities
should I be looking for?

Well, I'd start with charisma.

You've got the speech,
the stag party.

You want a fun guy.
A man's man.

Right.

I'll think about it.

Thank you, Sam.

Well, don't take too long.

Come on. I mean,
who else is he going to choose?

- Hello, ladies.
- Don't waste your breath, Mary.

- We're not interested.
- I might be interested.

What might I be interested in?

I'm holding a Minerva party
at my house tomorrow morning.

A "party"?

There'll be tea,
chocolate treats,

and lots of free samples.

How wonderful.
Vera and I would love to come!

- What?
- Great. You too, Sister?

Oh, well, yes!
It does sound jolly good fun.

Though, I'm hardly
your ideal customer.

Oh. Come along anyway.

And you, Peggy.

I won't. Thank you, Mary.

- Iris is my Minnie.
- Oh. Iris is sweet.

Just a bit expensive.

I promise to beat her price
on anything.

I'll even throw in
a free makeover.

Oh. Wow.

I'd love to attend, Mary,
thank you.

Girls only,
I'm afraid, Inspector.

Which reminds me,

my husband finds
female independence

a little tough to handle.

So, ladies,
please keep this to yourselves.

A secret party?

Oh. Hello. My name is Iris.
I'm with Minerva.

- How are you?
- Busy.

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- Button: Iris!
- Hi, Peggy.

- Happy Birthday.
- Iris: Oh, you're so sweet.

30th of August.
The same as my nan's.

So, how's your day been?

Not great.

I'm worried, Peggy.

I found out the Minnie
who finishes bottom this week

loses her job.

Oh, that won't be you, though.
You're great at selling.

- Not anymore.
- Why? What's happened?

It's complicated.

I saw Mary laughing at you
earlier.

Yeah. She does that a lot now.

She tried to get me along
to her Minerva party tomorrow.

I told her I would never go
behind your back.

Thanks, Peggy.

I need all my customers
to be as loyal as you.

If not, I'm out of a job.

None of my team gave me a card,
you know?

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I love a good party.

Mrs. Clam:
This isn't a real party, Dottie.

Mary wants us to buy her wares.

I'm not sure
why you bothered coming, Vera.

I came to see if any respectable
women from this village

were demeaning themselves.

Thankfully, they're not.

Waterproof mascara.

All thanks to Isododecane.

Fascinating.

Hello, ladies.
I'm Jean, Mary's boss.

Yes. We've seen your shoulders.

Well, I hope you approved,
Mrs...?

Clam.

Why don't you ladies tell me
about your beauty routine?

Soap, water, cold cream.

And the odd dab of Vaseline
on my problem areas.

- Lovely.
- I have two baths every day.

- More on Bank Holidays.
- I see.

And you, Sister?

Oh, well,

St Vincent's is something
of a cosmetics void, I'm afraid.

"Paleness is close
to Godliness",

as Reverend Mother says.

Maybe you and I
could create a range

the Catholic Church
would approve of.

Flawless Moisturiser.

A holy combination
of frankincense,

myrrh, and benzoin oil.

Helps my skin and reminds me
of my Mass commitments.

Your conscience is clear.

Make sure your skin is, too...

With Flawless.

From the Divinity range.

Miss Thimble:
Oh, I won't be buying anything.

Pink packaging.
Frightfully unlucky for a Leo.

Fascinating.
Excuse me, ladies.

Mary: Iris.

I did try knocking.

I needed a new mascara sample.

- Help yourself.
- Thank you.

Actually, do you mind
if I stay and watch your demo?

See how it should be done?

Be my guest.

So, as you can see,

my Affinity face powder
is still doing its job

nearly two hours
after applying it.

I'll just give it
a tiny top up...

...and finally, a little Kiss.

And there we are.

Thank you.

Now, who'd be interested
in a third off anything

- in the catalogue?
- Women:

Mary: Great. I'll --

Ooh --
I'll get my notebook.

- Are you alright?
- This is cosy.

Oh, dear.

I think this "party"
might be over.

Tell your "friends" to leave,
Mary.

Oh, oh. Oh! Alfie!

What is happening to me?

Women:

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The poor thing.
She seemed very determined.

Jolly persuasive, too.

Could you "persuade" us
how she died, Sister?

Well, hands shaking,
speech slurring.

It all rather points to poison.

Putting these under a microscope

will hopefully give us
the "flavour".

This was in Mary's
bedside table.

Gillespie:
I'm guessing this is a list

of Mary's Minerva customers.

And I wonder what those hearts
are for?

Button: And this was at the back
of her wardrobe.

- Gillespie:
- Livingstone: Oh, my.

Clearly we're in the wrong job.

Gillespie: We're sorry
for your loss, Mr. Flint.

This is a bad dream.
It has to be.

You seemed quite upset at your
wife's involvement in Minerva.

It looked like
I couldn't providing for her.

Did that worry you,
what people thought?

It would worry any man
with an ounce of self respect.

How is your business doing,
Mr. Flint?

Well, thank you.

It seems that...

Mary's was, too.

You were clearly threatened
by your wife's independence.

Then you found out she was using
your home as a showroom.

- Was that the final straw?
- You honestly think I did this?

Well, given your resentment
and your access to poisons --

The first I heard of this
"party"

was when one of my customers
told me.

I came home right away,

but it had already
been going on for hours.

So,
how could I have poisoned her?

- Which customer was this?
- Henrietta Tiggs.

Look, Mary embarrassed me,
I admit that.

But I would never have hurt her.

I may not have always shown it,
but I loved that woman

with every fibre of my being.

Victoria wants me
to should choose a best man

who can advance my career.

- Really?
- Oh, there you are.

Microscopy reveals
black pigmentation at the base.

- Which tells us...?
- The poison is Thallium.

Ever so destructive in Agatha's
"The Pale Horse".

Also to be found
in common rat poison.

- Excellent.
- So, how was she poisoned?

Uh, well, a symptom of slow
thallium poisoning is hair loss.

But Mary had a full head
of hair,

suggesting this was
a heavy dose,

absorbed not long before
her demise.

Which led me to this.
Her face powder.

Full of ground
Thallium granules.

She was murdered by her make up?

Switched, one imagines,
with Mary's regular face powder.

No identifiable finger prints
other than Mary's, sadly.

However, I am confident

that the murderer
will have left traces

of the contaminated powder
somewhere.

Any chance of a timeframe?

By my calculations,
Mary began absorbing the poison

one to two hours
before her passing.

So between 10:00 and 11:00 a.m.

Well, Alfie's customer,
Mrs. Tiggs,

says she brought him news
of the party just before midday.

Which, on the surface,
rules Alfie out.

Unless, of course, Alfie
actually found out yesterday.

I will check
Alfie's stocks of thallium.

Surely any of the women
at that party

could have swapped the powder.

I noticed Mary seemed rather
cross with Jean at one point.

That's worth following up.

And, um, Peggy's Minnie, Iris,
also seemed rather tense.

Probably because
Mary had stolen her customers.

Alright, Button,
do the usual background checks

- on these three.
- Yes, Sir.

Felix, I want you to do
some digging on Alfie.

I'm going to follow up this
argument between Jean and Mary.

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Honestly, Tom, it was terrible.

I was just about
to put an order in.

I'd decided I did want

shiny shoulders after all.

Is that... treasure?

Oh, do share.

Spoilsport.

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You want us to go selling
tomorrow?

That's what Mary
would have wanted.

Besides,
someone has to win this.

Might I have a word?

Jean: Of course.

See you in the morning, ladies.

Gillespie:
Replacing Mary already?

I still have a business to run.

Might I ask what you were doing
at Mary's party?

For market research.

I learn so much
from talking to my customers.

And how was your relationship
with Mary?

I love all my girls, obviously.

But Mary...

Her drive, her hunger...

She reminded me of me.

You were seen arguing with her
at the party.

We were negotiating.

She thought she deserved
a higher commission,

given her success.

- And did you agree?
- No.

But as I said to her,
I respected her for asking.

Oh. Mary put a heart by some
of her customers' names.

Do you have any idea why?

I don't, sorry.

Do you mind if I keep that list,
for our sales records?

It's all yours --
once our investigation's over.

Mary was no angel, you know.

- Gillespie: How do you mean?
- I saw her with Iris...

about a month ago.

You're completely unlovable,
you know.

That's the trouble with you,
Iris...

apart from your short legs
and very average looks.

I'm not unlovable.

Mary: So why did your mother
get rid of you?

Iris:
She was forced to give me up.

I trusted you with that, Mary.

Whoops.

Poor rejected Iris.

You've never belonged.

And you don't belong
with us either.

Jean: That girl could sell.

But she could also make enemies.

Mm.

It was all a misunderstanding.

I'd accidentally sold
to one of Mary's customers.

Mary thought
I'd done it deliberately.

But by the sounds of it,
she was rather unkind to you.

Jean has told us she
was making fun of you

because you were adopted?

Jean told us we should treat our
Minerva team like our family.

That's why I'd told
the girls about my past.

Big mistake.

After that,
Mary started teasing me,

turning the other Minnies
against me.

And stealing your customers.

It's been hard.

Why didn't you just leave?

Because Minerva is my dream job.

Mary thought she could bully me
into giving up.

I decided to prove her wrong.

That must have made you
so angry.

That's why I went to the party.

To show Mary
I wasn't scared of her.

That she'd underestimated me.

Like everyone else in my life.

Part of me was furious
with Mary.

But I'd never have hurt her.

I'd never hurt anyone.

Gillespie:
A team of competitive girls.

Maybe not the best environment

for someone as sensitive
as Iris.

But would she have murdered Mary
for bullying her?

- Hmm, I have my doubts.
- Mm.

And you checked
Alfie's thallium stocks?

All accounted for.

I even checked
with the chemists in the area.

None of them report
selling anything to Alfie.

Although, they have sold a lot
of rat poison recently.

It turns out that the summer
is peak rat infestation season.

Bad news for rats and for us.

I feel like we need to get
closer to the Minerva operation.

Check if Jean's argument
with Mary

really was over
eyeliner commission.

And why is she so keen to get
a hold of Mary's customer list?

Mm. Well, we know that Jean
wants a replacement for Mary.

They've already seen Peggy
in uniform.

And who else
could pass as a Minerva girl?

- They're still at it.
- Gillespie: Who are, Mrs. C?

Those lipstick girls.

The women of Great Slaughter

won't let a stranger
into their homes

with a killer on the loose.

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Hmm.

Mrs. Clam: All this time,
I thought a makeover

was a sort of cake.

This is a terrible idea.

And who is going to look after
the post office?

Gladys is more than capable

of holding down the fort
I'm sure.

The ladies of Great Slaughter
are in great peril, Mrs. Clam.

Maybe so, but there's
not a chance in hell

that woman will hire me.

She will if you convince her
you can make her money.

And you said yourself
Minerva needs someone

the locals can trust, Mrs. Clam.

Well, that's the best I can do.

Mrs. Clam:
Have you lost your tongues?

Wow...

Awful-ly original, Mrs. Clam.

Mrs. Clam:
Oh, this is ridiculous.

No, Vera, this is wonderful.

- I love it!
- Really?

Mrs. Clam,

the women of Great Slaughter,
they need you.

Gillespie:
You might be their only hope.

Ohh!

Have you been at the scrumpy,
Tom?

Oh, Tom,
you're making me feel dizzy!

Ahhh!

Mrs. Clam: Hello?
Is anybody home?

Mrs. Clam.

- Can I help you?
- Yes.

I gather you're looking
for a sales girl.

I am, yes.
But if I'm honest --

Mrs. Clam: Beggars can't
be choosers, Miss Pettifer.

The women of Great Slaughter
are far too terrified

to open their doors
to one of your girls.

That may be true, but --

I know every woman
in this village.

I know who wishes
she looked younger,

who has a rash
she wants to conceal,

and whose granddaughter
has a birthday coming up.

These ladies
don't need a pretty face.

They need someone they trust.

Come and open
the door, Miss Thimble!

Sister Boniface: Oh, dear.

- Oh, Miss Thimble!
- I'm so glad you're here.

After I telephoned you,
I slipped out the back.

- What's happened to him?
- Isn't it obvious?

Mrs. Clam's makeover
has made me irresistible.

- Oh, thank goodness.
- I wonder...

Miss Thimble, do you know if
Tom has eaten anything unusual

- in the past 24 hours?
- No.

Although, he did pick something
out of a bin yesterday.

Some jar or other.

She's done it!

Button:
Oh, jolly well done, Mrs. Clam!

I won't lie, Hilda.

Smoothing out those crow's feet
will take twenty years off you.

Clothes? No, no.

This is a much more
suitable gift for Barbara.

Trust me.

You don't want to look like
an actress, Susie.

Not at your age.

Wise choice.

So tell me...

Why were you one of Mary's
"special" customers?

Tom sounded just like
our old basset hound, Errol,

when the neighbour's
poodle was in season.

Well, chemically speaking,
there is an explanation.

- QED.
- What are those?

Sister Boniface: Aphrodisiacs.

Really?

"Make Magic Happen Every Night".

Oh.

I fear Tom may have exceeded
the recommended dose.

Gillespie: An aphrodisiac?
They cost a fortune.

So I gather.

Well, the aphrodisiac
ingredient in these pills

is clearly highly effective.

Gas chromatography has ruled
out ginseng and yohimbine.

So now I'm looking for
even more exotic candidates.

Afternoon, all!

Sir,
what can we help you with?

Well, I'm here for Livingstone,
actually.

He says he has a question
for me.

Yes. Yes, Sir.

Sir...

Will you be my best man?

Lowsley: Mm.
What's the date?

Livingstone:
A week from Saturday.

Bup-bup-bup-bup
bup-bup-bup-bup-bup.

Mm. Will I be done by 5:00?

Only I've a four-ball teeing off
at half past.

- I'll make sure of it.
- In that case,

it'll be my pleasure, dear boy.

Really? Thank you, Sir.

Right. I must dash.

Dress rehearsal
for an Inspector calls.

Toodle pip.

- Good Lord!
- Gillespie: What is it Sister?

The aphrodisiac is Skatharomin.

Extracted
from the crushed thorax

of a South American beetle.

And recently banned
throughout the Western world.

- Banned? Why?
- It turns out to be a toxin

that causes heart attacks.

Especially in those
with high blood pressure.

All: Tom!

Miss Thimble hasn't seen him.

Gillespie: Darn!

Sister Boniface: We'd better
check his farm again.

Gillespie:

How's the operation
progressing, Mrs. Clam?

I also visited Mary's
"special" customers.

Two were out,
one had passed away.

But after considerable
arm twisting,

the other three admitted
to purchasing something

from that girl which was,
frankly, shameful.

What?

I -- I can hardly bring myself
to say it.

- Aphrodisiacs?
- Yes.

The love hearts.
Of course.

So all of those women
have been taking Cupid?

I hope they stuck to one pill
at a time.

Keep up the good work, Mrs. C.

Button, Sister,
check the farm for Tom again.

Felix, let's see what Jean knew
about Mary's toxic side-line.

I've never seen them before.

Are you sure about that,
Miss Pettifer?

We will go through every paper
in this office if we need to.

Our girls were due to start
selling them six months ago.

Then the aphrodisiac was banned.

I recalled the stock

and personally ensured
every jar was destroyed.

Clearly not, with Mary's sales.

And she was selling them
for £2 a jar.

Turns out that bag of cash she
had wasn't just from eye liner.

Mm.

If she was selling those things,

then she never mentioned it
to me.

Now, if there is nothing else?

- Sister Boniface: Tom?
- Tom!

Tom! Tom!

- Any sign?
- The cows haven't been milked,

the pigs haven't been fed.

I've got a very bad feeling,
Sister.

Tom!

Oh, golly. Tom? Tom!

Say something, please.

And I drank to the lass

that should have been mine."

For now,
she is wed to another.

Ooh.

Ooh, ooh.

Let's get you checked out,
shall we?

Ooh, steady on, Tom.

Um, Peggy,

perhaps you could take Tom
to the hospital?

Oh...

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Vera?

I, um, I mislaid my lipsticks.

Come and see me
if you need more samples.

Will do.

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Livingstone: We've searched
Mary's house again

and there wasn't any sign
of any Cupid.

Well, they must be somewhere.

Sorry to interrupt.

Question for Felix
regarding the wedding.

- Livingstone: Yes, Sir?
- Are there going to be

- any children present?
- Why?

Lowsley: Well, because if not,
I am going to rehash

a rather spicy oration

I gave at my nephew's nuptials
last summer.

Went down terribly well,
if you know my meaning.

Splendid. Right, I must dash.

- Sir?
- Hmm?

I was wondering,
in regards to the speech,

actually,
the whole best man thing,

how well do you really know
Felix?

Know him? Dear boy,

I've read his personnel file.

You know,
Victoria was very pleased

when I told her CC Lowsley
would be my best man.

That's a relief.

Fatal heart attacks
in otherwise healthy people.

Um, any recent instances?

- Why, Sister?
- Well, because

if there's a deadly aphrodisiac
doing the rounds,

then we need to check that
we haven't missed any victims.

- Well, there was Pattie James.
- Pattie James. Yes.

She died of cardiac arrest
a few weeks back.

Gillespie:
But there was nothing untoward.

That's why
we didn't call you in.

She had high blood pressure.

- How old was she?
- Livingstone: She was 42.

- Married. No children.
- Sister Boniface: 42?

Even with high blood pressure,
that's awfully young.

Pattie James is on Mary's list.
With a love heart!

Livingstone:
She was buying Cupid?

- Mrs. Clam!
- Livingstone: What happened?

Jean's office...

her bin...

Gillespie:
This matches Mary's handwriting.

And it's a threat!
Sterling work, Mrs. C!

But I think she's onto me.
I can't go back.

Well, mission accomplished.
You can stand down.

- With distinction.
- I -- I -- I just saw her

driving out of the village
in a hurry.

Okay, Button, put out a call
for a red Triumph Spitfire.

- Button: Yes, Sir.
- Gillespie: Thank you.

Oh, dear!

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Interesting place to park,
Miss Pettifer.

I was looking
for a petrol station.

I...
I'm about to ask for directions.

Are you stalking me, Inspector?

Livingstone:
So, Miss Pettifer...

Mary was blackmailing you...

Over the Cupid.

Nonsense.

Gillespie: Your keys?

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Jean: Six months ago,
I heard about these...

exciting new aphrodisiac pills.

I saw an opportunity.

So you bought a job lot?

Jean: I used half of my savings.

And then the aphrodisiac
was banned.

I couldn't afford
to just dump the pills.

So you got your team
to sell these drugs,

even though you knew
they caused heart attacks.

Only a few of my girls.

And I insisted they only sold
to women under 40.

Gillespie: But Mary
threatened to bust open

the entire operation.

She was holding a gun
to your head.

Mary wasn't going to "bust"
anything.

She wanted a bigger share
for the risk she was running.

And to be honest...

...she probably deserved it.

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Fraudulent selling
is in the bag.

But can we prove
that Jean murdered Mary?

What's that?

Pattie James'
post mortem report.

You were right, Sam.

No toxin was found
in her system.

But as we've established,
the Skatharomin in Cupid

doesn't show up
unless you look for it.

So, I compared
the harmless chemicals

that were found in Pattie's
system to the Cupid ingredients.

And?

Theobromine, Icariin,
others, too.

All proving that she was taking
Cupid at the time of her death.

Which would explain
the heart attack.

Alright, what if Mary's murder
was revenge for Pattie's death,

carried out by someone
who was close to Pattie?

But how would they
have known Mary was responsible?

And who else knew
that these pills were dangerous?

- Jean.
- And the other Minnies.

Gillespie:
There was a fair few of them.

One thing that I did notice
in Pattie's medical records --

uh, she gave birth
back when she was only 17.

Who was the father?

"Unknown".

- Oh, no.
- Peggy?

Pattie's baby was born
on August 30th.

Gillespie: Pattie
was your mother, wasn't she?

The adoption agency say
that you started contact

with her a year ago.

And then a month ago,
sadly, Pattie died.

That must have been incredibly
emotional for you, Iris.

When we first met,
she told me

she'd missed me
every day of her life.

She was a lovely woman.

When did you find out
that Mary

caused your mother's
heart attack?

What?

I don't know
what you mean.

Iris, I'm afraid we
will go through every surface

in this house and every fibre
of every garment that you own

and we will find
thallium crystals.

I found out
Mary was selling Cupid.

One of my customers told me.

It was the real reason
we argued that time.

I told Mary she needed to stop
selling them or I'd tell Jean.

Mary just laughed, said if
I did that, Jean would fire me.

Because Jean was the one
supplying Mary with the pills?

Mary told me to stay out of it

or she and Jean would make
my life a living hell.

So did you say anything
to anyone?

I didn't want to lose my job.

But Mary turned against me
anyway.

Became just... horrible.

The day before yesterday,

I went into
my mother's bedroom...

for the first time
since she passed.

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Iris:
That's when I found the jar.

I knew right away these were the
pills that had killed my mother.

Then I saw who had sold them.

Mary took my mother away.

Just when I finally felt
like I belonged to someone.

- You could have come to us.
- No.

A manslaughter charge
was too good for her.

So you bought the rat poison,

prepared the face powder,
and then went to the party?

Iris: I knew she'd let me stay.

Humiliate me

in front of the customers
she'd stolen.

Iris: Switching the powders
was easy.

I'll just give it
a tiny top up.

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Iris: I couldn't stop watching.

It was mesmerising.

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All my mother and I wanted
was to make up for lost time.

So did you throw your mother's
Cupid pills in the bin?

You knew this was Jean's
fault as well.

Yes.

So, why didn't you target her?

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Gillespie: Oh, no.

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Jean:

- Gillespie: Miss Pettifer!
- Jean: Help me!

We believe you've been poisoned.

Gillespie: We're going to need
to take all your make up off.

- Please don't! No!
- Be brave, Miss Pettifer.

- No, no!
- Button: Sorry.

Yes, definitely Thallium.
Prussian Blue.

These pills will save your life.

Take them.

Gillespie: Better get used
to wearing no make up,

Miss Pettifer.

You're looking
at a manslaughter charge.

Jean:

Tough week for Minerva.

Livingstone: And for Alfie.

Sister Boniface:
Well, his chemist's

was busier this morning.

Gillespie: Scant consolation,
I fear, Sister.

- Oh, here you are.
- There you are, Mrs. Clam.

I didn't recognise you
in a long skirt.

And I won't be needing
any of this rubbish.

"Salesgirl of the Week"?

Wow! Congratulations, Mrs. Clam!

Doesn't say very much
for the rest of them, does it?

These are Pablo Rabano!

I take it this isn't your style,
Mrs. C?

What do we think?

Sister Boniface:
Oh, wonderful, Peggy.

It is the perfect
bridesmaid accessory.

I've been thinking, Felix.
You're right.

Lowsley probably will do
an excellent job.

- Here.
- What are these?

They're our wedding rings.

I would like you to look
after them till the big day.

- Me?
- Come on.

It was always going to be you.

I'd be honoured. Thank you.

But Lowsley...

- ...was in on it the whole time?
- Yes.

Well played. You really
strung me along there.

I learned from the best.

You know this means that I
get to organise your stag party?

I know. And look, um,
I don't want anything crazy.

You know, like, a --
a quiet evening here

and an early night.

- Sure.
- Livingstone: Yeah?

Your face!

You might want to get
a couple of extra barrels

for next week, Susie.

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