All language subtitles for Sister.Boniface.Mysteries.S02E04

* By earth and air *

* By fire and water *

* So shall you hear our call *

Powers of birth and rebirth,

we call upon you
to cure the nagging cough

of our dear friend,
Reverend Mother Adrian.

I could never remember this bit.

* Sources of life and light,
we invoke you *

I've christened the sparrow
Mr. Truman.

I call all my waifs and strays
after American presidents.

First there was
Washington the hedgehog.

- Then...
- Twas 'ere, Miss Thimble.

I'm going to stick my neck out
and say this wasn't an accident.

Our poor victim was a female,
between 30 and 50, I'd say.

Burnt to death.

Great Slaughter's
very own Joan of Arc.

Or Pamela Reeves.

No?

Agatha Christie's
"Body in the Library"?

Found in a charred vehicle,

but already dead
when the match was lit.

Which may be the case here, too,
by the way.

There's a knife wound
in the back of the neck.

From this, perhaps.

An athame,

the traditional knife
of witchcraft.

You think Tom was right
then, Sister,

that this is the work
of... of witches?

Well, the ritualised
human sacrifice,

the inverted pentacle, which is
a symbol of the devil,

voodoo doll.

Yes. This is straight out
of a black magic textbook.

What's that?

"Jackie."

If only all corpses
were so considerate.

My folks had a gardener 'round
a few weeks back.

Her name was Jackie.
Jackie Rice.

Thanks, Button.
Useful place to start.

Sister?

Oh, yes.

A silver chalice.

Used for mixing potions
and remedies.

Yes. I'll check it
for useable fingerprints.

Witches in Great Slaughter, eh?

Shouldn't be too hard to find.

Well, they won't be dressed
as in The Wizard of Oz, Sam.

They'll be doing their best to
look exactly like everyone else.

You mean there are
witches in our town

pretending to be real people?

What sort of dancing, Tom?

I-I see. And how many of them?

Four of 'em. Witches...

White dresses? Are you sure?

- What did he say?
- Apparently, they were trying

to cure
the Reverend Mother's cough.

What's wrong, Sister?

Well, white dresses,
a healing charm?

What Tom saw
were four white witches.

Wouldn't be seen dead
sacrificing humans,

if you'll pardon the pun.

How perplexing.

It's happening again!

- Oh, no.
- Where are they?

Where are the Satanists?

Let's not jump

to any rash conclusions,
now, Reverend Mother.

Rash conclusions?

A human being
has been sacrificed.

Well, according to Tom,

those Satanists were trying
to cure your cough.

My cough? Nonsense.

You did say it felt
a lot better this morning,

Reverend Mother.

15 years ago,

we found a witch
living in our midst,

and we banished her!

Ohh, absolutely.

Now those devil worshipers
are back.

Sister Boniface,

I order you
to share their names,

that we might remove them
from the town!

Okay, quieten down.

Sister Boniface
will do no such thing.

Now, if you could leave
with your vigilante mob

so we can continue
with our investigation.

To dispel the devil, you must
first accept that he lives.

Hallelujah.

Maybe we should
leave them to it.

Reverend Mother.

Go, children, go.

Go.

I'm surprised
they didn't bring pitchforks.

This is definitely
Jackie Rice's house?

According to my dad.

Right.

Jackie?

It's open.

Jackie Rice? It's the police.

Pentacles,

wand, and a broomstick.

Something tells me
we're in the right place.

Well done, Button.

Come here.

Right.

Got her.

Miss Hartwood?

Hello, Peggy.

M-Miss Hartwood's
my old dinner lady.

Right. Well, I want to know
what you're doing here.

Well, I believe she's trying
to protect Jackie Rice.

Witch tradition has it

that when a member of the coven
dies suddenly,

one of their fellow witches

must burn all evidence
of them being a witch.

So you're a witch, as well.

We're going to turn over
your house anyway,

Miss Hartwood, so?

Yes, alright, I'm a witch.

Gosh. That sounds strange.

But, Miss...

You made the best
apple crumble ever.

I still do, Peggy.

How did you know
that Jackie was dead?

I was at last night's Sabbat.

I waited for Eliza afterwards
at the crossroads nearby.

I wanted to ask her
something about gardening.

Who's Eliza?

Jackie. Eliza's
her witch name.

Mine's Hyacinth.

Go on.

Glinda and Jocasta had gone.

When Eliza didn't come,

I went back to the clearing.

I saw the fire.

The mask and the earrings
and the locket.

I knew it was Jackie.

I didn't know what to do.

I've been up all night.

Was there any conflict
in the group last night?

There was one moment.

You alright, Hyacinth?

Sisters, there's something
I-I need to share with you.

I, erm...

I arrived here early
this evening

to find Glinda
putting a curse on me.

- What?
- Why on earth would she do that?

I think she's worried that
I want to take over the coven,

but I honestly don't. And...

The thing is, I think
it was a dark moon curse.

But isn't that a death spell?

You must have misheard.

Glinda is the whitest
witch in England.

Yeah, I know she is.

Okay.

This one is for Joe the postman.

Poor man's hurt his back.

Had you noticed tension
between those two before?

No,

although Eliza once told me
she thought Glinda hated her.

So, Glinda, Jocasta,
what are their real names?

No, I've said too much already.

Miss Hartwood,
protecting the identity

of a suspected murderer
is an offence.

But neither of them
are murderers.

Well, we'll be
the judge of that.

An oath is an oath, Sam.

So, the blood found next
to the corpse is B-negative,

the same type as Jackie Rice.

Isn't that a rare one?

Found in only 2%
of the population.

Jolly helpful.

Her dental records
will confirm the identification.

- And cause of death?
- I believe Jackie died

from a single stab to the neck
with the athame knife

and was already dead by the time
the flames touched her body.

Thank the Lord.

Strange. Prayers aren't
for another hour.

We learnt from the Tituba
incident 15 years ago

that Satanists
look just like us.

So I tell you this.

Trust no one.

Suspect everyone.

Do you think there could be
a witch with us right now?

Quiet, please.

It's a challenge, certainly.

My good friend Betty Jessop
showed great courage

in unmasking Tituba
all those years ago.

So now we must identify
the witches Tom saw

and banish them
from Great Slaughter!

Mrs. Ape, who lives off
the high street,

I reckon she's a witch.

What makes you say that?

Well, she's got four cats,
and she talks to herself.

Thank you, Dottie. We'll
certainly keep an eye on her...

I don't trust
Miss Ogley, either.

Her skin is terrible,

and she's always
lighting bonfires.

Another helpful suggestion.

Erm, might this be
a good time to point out

the historical overlaps between
witchcraft and Catholicism?

For example, coven
comes from the word convent.

Thank you, Sister Boniface!

Reverend Mother, there's
something you should see.

Well...

Oh, gosh.

Sister Reginald,
you will organise

a round-the-clock vigilance

of all the entrances
to the convent.

Let no one in.

Sister Peter, follow the police.

Report back
on anything you find.

- Understood?
- Yes, Reverend Mother.

"The Satanist Tituba
was unmasked

thanks to the discovery
of her Book of Shadows

by local nurse Betty Jessop
on a house visit.

This book is now
in the possession of the Bugle."

- Crikey.
- What's a Book of Shadows?

Erm, a witch's diary.

A repository full of her charms,
spells, and potions.

Losing that would have been
like losing a limb for Tituba.

"Reverend Mother Adrian
has insisted

Tituba and her daughter be
banished from Great Slaughter."

They said it was official
police business. I'm sorry.

What do we say?

Norman Whalley by name,
Wally by nature,

We are a free press, Norman,

not the servants
of the ruddy police!

Now watch and learn.

I think you must have me
confused with my predecessor.

All reviews to see the archives
go through me,

not the office monkey.

Mr. Rugg. Just the man.

What happened to Tituba's
Book of Shadows?

Why don't you ask your boss?

Reverend Mother Adrian?

After we published excerpts,

she accused us
of proselytising Satanism.

Whipped up local feeling to
the point we agreed to burn it.

And did you?

A ritual book burning
made a much better story.

We even let the Reverend Mother
light the match.

Do you mind
if we hold onto these?

Yes.

Well, we'll be confiscating it
as evidence.

Thank you for your assistance.

I-I'll see you around, Peggy?

Norman!

This nurse Betty Jessop did
a pretty good job of snooping,

by the sounds of it.

Betty's no snoop.
She's a good friend

of Reverend Mother
and a regular dinner guest here.

Well, maybe Tituba really
has come back for revenge.

Maybe.

Having her Book of Shadows
made public

would have been
a huge humiliation for Tituba.

Where do banished witches go,
I wonder?

I have no idea.

But I have found a couple of
unusual friends on this chalice.

Micrococcus luteus
and Pseudomonas aeruginos.

Sounds like a pair

of Roman gladiators.

They're unusual bacteria

typically found
in a hospital environment.

From a nurse, perhaps.

Gosh.
Someone's left in a hurry.

There was no toothbrush
in her toilet.

Look at this.

Good Lord.

Either Betty Jessop
was a witch, or...

she's very much into Halloween.

Oh, Sam, look at this.

Glinda.

Looks like Lucy's moved out.

Probably because she found out
her mother was a witch.

Oh, no.

Oh, poor Lucy.

She was in my class at school.

What's Reverend Mother
going to say when she finds out?

I don't know. But please, can I
be there when you let her know?

I have to say, the
craftsmanship on these things

is outstanding.

What is it, Sister?

Well, Heather Hartwood
described Glinda

as the whitest witch
in the country.

And everything in that chest
points to white witchcraft.

So why would she sadistically
murder a fellow witch?

Maybe Tituba has taken over
Betty Jessop and corrupted her.

You sure the Reverend Mother
hasn't taken you over, Button?

Felix?

You alright?

These flowers,
they're so beautiful.

You know?

Ah, and that bird song.

It's easy to forget when
you're investigating a murder,

but, you know,
isn't life wonderful?

I'll, er, try
and track down Lucy.

See if she knows
where her mum is.

Good idea.

Er, but keep it
on the Q.T., eh?

We don't want anyone
in the village to find out

that Betty Jessop
is our prime suspect.

Well, Betty Jessop
couldn't drive,

and there are no sightings of
her at the train or bus station.

I've got a team out
looking locally for her.

Ah. Care to enlighten me,
Sister?

Oh, enlighten, yes.
Very good, Sam.

I examined the letters
Heather Hartwood was holding

and found an unexpected guest.

Citric acid in the form
of lemon juice.

Invisible ink.

Bingo.

You wonder, Sister.

"You are the best thing
that has ever happened to me.

I've read your last letter
a hundred times,

and I can't stop smiling."

Heather and Jackie
were together.

Jolly happy, too,
by the sounds of it.

Oh, no.

"How could you abandon me?
I still love you,

but now when I see you,
I hate you, too."

Jackie broke
poor Heather's heart.

How terribly sad.

But looking on the bright side,
we now have another suspect.

I never met anyone like Jackie.

How lovely.

I want to show you
something, actually.

So, I've been working
'round here.

And this is the bee orchid.

It's so cunning.

It imitates a female bee,

lures lovesick male bees
onto its petals.

It's very clever.

Then one day, she stopped it.

No explanation. No apology.

You must have been devastated.

Is that why you killed Jackie?

To avenge her rejection of you?

No!

You know, hurting people,
it isn't...

It's why I like
being a white witch.

All the kindness.

We know that Glinda
is Betty Jessop.

You and Betty are
the only suspects in this murder

unless you tell us
the name of the fourth witch.

Sam.

An oath is an oath.

Sir?

Ah, Button,
what have you got for me?

Lucy Jessop's
still in Great Slaughter.

- I've got an address.
- Ah, excellent.

Let's go and pay
your schoolmate a visit,

see if she knows
where her mother is.

What's that?

Miss Thimble's cakes don't
usually generate a frenzy.

What's going on?

Everything alright?

Lordy! Miss Thimble
into a little frog!

You're saying
that is Miss Thimble?

Oh! Oh, poor Dottie.

It's nonsense.
Dottie's just gone off somewhere

without telling him
where she was going.

Where is she?

Let me through!

Miss Thimble, I order you
to tell us who did this to you.

Lord.

If the witch is here,

can you maybe point at them?

Dottie has not
been turned into a frog.

Tituba?

Tituba? Are you in there?

Oh, you've all lost your minds!

Poor Mrs. Clam.

Something weird's going on, sir.

Look at what's happening
to Sergeant Livingston.

Felix's good mood
is certainly unnerving.

Guess when it started?

When you put that photo
of Tituba in his pocket.

Did you find anything out

from the police investigation,
Sister Peter?

Nothing at all yet,
Reverend Mother.

This is crazy.
Peggy, you know my mum.

Does she seem to you
like a witch and a murderer?

She's always been
very kind to me.

Lucy, this wax on your shoes,
where did you get it?

- No idea.
- The thing is, it matches wax

from the candles
at the crime scene.

Matching up these soil fragments
will confirm things, of course.

Or you could start telling us
the truth, Lucy.

For your sake and your mother's.

Life in this place
won't be worth living.

We will be discreet.
You have our word.

My mother initiated me
into the coven when I was 12.

And yes, I was at
the Sabbat last night.

So you and your
mother are close?

We were.

But we had an argument
a week ago.

I told her I wanted to leave the
sisterhood, try other things.

Last night was the first time
we'd spoken since.

I'm going to the new forest
for a few days

to make peace
with your decision.

- Okay.
- Sorry to interrupt you, ladies.

Betty, can I have a word?

Of course.

I'll come see your new place
when I get back.

Is this where you think your
mother is, in the new forest?

She made that same trip
a few years ago,

after my father died.

According to Heather Hartwood,

your mother
put a fatal curse on Jackie.

She stayed behind
with Jackie last night,

and now Jackie's dead.

My mother would
never hurt anyone.

Which would mean either you
or Heather killed Jackie.

Unless you believe Tituba
really did come back

to Great Slaughter.

Peggy, Sister, I want you
to search this room.

I can't tell Reverend Mother.

What can't you tell me,
Sister Peter?

The police suspect
that Betty Jessop

is one of the witches
and quite possibly the killer.

Betty? Don't be absurd.

Do they honestly think that I
would have a witch as a friend

- and not realise?
- But, Reverend Mother,

earlier you said you can never
tell who the Satanists are.

Suspect everyone. Trust no one.

Yes, but Betty is
a close, personal friend,

a regular visitor here.
I mean, if she's a Satanist,

well, then...

Give that back.

A Book of Shadows,

with the seal of Lucifer.

"Private. Read
and be cursed for eternity.

Signed, Tituba, May 1928."

Clem burnt that.

Who gave you this, Lucy?

I have no idea.
Three months ago, I found it

in the basket of my bike
on the high street.

But whoever put it there,
I'm so grateful.

Why?

Well, it's a damn sight
more interesting

than my Book of Shadows.

I tried out a light hex
on my mum.

- What happened?
- Oh, she tripped over

and smashed
her favourite teapot.

It was exciting.

Did you try anything else?

This, for example?

No. Look, I just wanted
a bit of fun.

Maybe Tituba made two copies.

Witches only ever keep
one Book of Shadows.

What are all these signs
and squiggles?

Oh, it's Thelemin,

a symbol-based language
of the occult.

I can't claim more than
a working knowledge.

Well, while you work
on your fluency, Sister,

circumstantial evidence
favours Betty Jessop.

But even if Jackie
was threatening her position,

would she really
have murdered her for that?

The daughter Lucy
had a black magic streak

and a human sacrifice
instruction manual

but no motive as yet.

Heather, on the other hand,

had a strong motive
in heartbreak,

but she wouldn't say boo
to a goose,

let alone barbecue someone.

Oh. Reverend Mother.

Is it true, Sister?

Is Betty Jessop a witch?

Aah!

No! No, no, no, no.
It's not possible!

I saw you burnt!

Get that apparition
from the convent.

That's an order, Sister!

Can't explain it. Sorry.

I can.

- Shut up, Norman.
- We've got to tell them

- the truth, Clem.
- I'm warning you.

Three months ago,
there was a break-in overnight.

I was the first in the next
morning, and only one folder

- had been touched.
- The Tituba folder?

A copy of the front-page
article had been taken from it,

and, er...
And the contents of...

this envelope.

The Book of Shadows.

Alright.

I held onto the book
because it was dynamite.

I decided to bide my time
until I could publish it.

And I burnt an identical-looking
black book

in front of the Reverend Mother.

Then I hid the original
in that folder

Clem made me promise
to keep quiet.

That's why I didn't report
the break-in.

Because I didn't want
to cause panic.

You've seen what the locals
are like about this stuff.

Thank you for
your honesty, Norman.

It's a heartwarming reminder

that people are
fundamentally decent.

So who stole it from the Bugle,
Betty, Lucy, or Heather?

Well, none of them.

Thanks to clever,
old dactyloscopy,

I've matched a fingerprint
from this envelope

with the victim.

Jackie Rice stole it?

Hyoscyamus niger.

Datura stramonium.

Salvia rosmarinus.
That's rosemary to you and me.

Sister, stimulating
as this botany lesson is...

Aconitum napellus.

Now, you're a nasty,
little thing, aren't you?

Look at your neighbours.
Belladonna.

Hellebore.
What an unfriendly lot.

Why did Jackie want you around,
I wonder?

What's that?

"Do what thou wilt."

Engraved with the seal of Satan.

Well, that settles it.

Jackie Rice practised
black magic.

But why would Tituba join
a white witch coven?

Same reason a fox enters
a hen house... to wreak havoc.

And a jolly good job
she was doing.

She'd broken Heather's heart,
led Lucy astray.

That's it.
That's our motivation.

Betty had found another Tituba,

but this one was corrupting
her daughter.

Betty couldn't take any chances,
so she had to die.

What was the quote
that was on the chest?

"All is permissible
when done out of love."

Tom found Betty's bag.
She's in the woods.

Mother of us all,

gather us in your arms.

Give us comfort in the loss
of our sister, Eliza.

Witches!

We were looking
for Betty Jessop,

but Tom's stick led us to you!

Well, that, and this being
the same place you met before!

Shh!

In the name of our Lord,
I order you witches

to reveal yourselves.

Please?

Heather Hartwood. Good Lord!

Lucy, my poor child,

corrupted by her Satanic mother!

You're wrong, Reverend Mother.

I'm the only evil one
in my family.

You turn that frog
back into Miss Thimble!

I'm ordering you now!

We don't turn people into frogs.

You cured
Reverend Mother's cough.

Who knows what else you can do.

They did not cure my cough!

Where is Miss Thimble?

I'm here, Reverend Mother.

Where the hell ha' you been ta?

I been worried about you!

I thought you been
turned into a frog!

I thought we'd lost you forever!

I took Mr. Truman to the vet
in Cirencester.

The good news is
he's going to be alright.

General Eisenhower,

what are you doing here?

He's been coming into my cafe.
Funny chap.

He's got a thing
for Victoria sponge.

Told you!

Betty.

We've got her at last.

Come on, Sister Peter.

My, my.

What is it, Sister?

Well, Peggy, our corpse
still has its appendix.

But Jackie Rice had hers removed
19 years ago.

She grew it back?

Now, that really is magic.

Hang on.
More likely I've been fooled.

Betty Jessop still
had her appendix. It fits.

But where's the motive?

"Be brave. Love carnage.

My darling
daughter of Satan, Eliza."

Oh, golly.

The body in the fire,
it's Betty Jessop.

Murdered in an act of revenge
by Jackie, Tituba's daughter.

Who then framed Betty
for her own murder.

Brilliant, Sister, obviously.
Just one question.

Why has Jackie lingered
in Great Slaughter?

Because she hasn't finished
her revenge mission.

What, so who's
her next victim, Lucy?

No, er, the only
other person she blames

for her mother being punished
is, erm...

Oh, heavens above.

Shouldn't we head back
to the others, Reverend Mother?

Nonsense!

I can't do this!

Coward!

Tituba was my mother.

And this was her concoction.

She called it
The Python's Embrace.

She never recovered
from the humiliation

of what you and Betty Jarvis
did to her.

She died six months ago.

But you've got about an hour
to think about that

before she suffocates you.

Find Reverend Mother! Quick!

Erm...

Reverend Mother!

Oh, what's happened to you?

I believe she's been poisoned.

The Python's Embrace.

I have one hour.

Erm... okay.

Python's Embrace.
Python's Embrace.

Python's Embrace.

Erm, Python's Embrace.

Ah, yes.

Erm, right.

Erm, I can picture an antidote,
but time is short,

and the recipe is long.

Erm, Peggy, take Reverend Mother
back to the convent.

Put her in bed
and stay with her.

Right, Sister.

Felix, let's go gardening.

Quickly.

Mother would never tell me
what happened to her

in Great Slaughter.

All I knew was that two women
had ruined her life.

So after she died,
I came here to find out.

I dropped into the newspaper
office, and I read the story

of how Glinda
and that nun humiliated her.

So I joined Glinda's coven.

Tearing Hyacinth's heart in two.

Pouring evil into Jocasta's
innocent mind

through her mother's diary.
Both delicious.

But killing Glinda was the most
perfect moment of my life.

So what's on your mind, Eliza?

In the name of Tituba,

I summon the spirits
of darkness and vengeance!

All that pain
that my mother had felt

passed through me
and into Glinda's neck.

And I felt purged.

So I went back to hers,
packed back for her retreat,

and headed to the woods.

You must have known
you couldn't trick us forever.

All I needed was time
to poison that nun.

And then I'd rejoin
my old coven in Exmoor.

Best laid plans, eh?

My only regret is that
it's unlikely I'll be hanged.

I am ready to join
the next life.

Less than five minutes to go.

Come on, Sister.

Here's another cold flannel
for you, Reverend Mother.

Oh, oh, thank the Lord.

This should do the trick,
Reverend Mother.

Drink it all up, please.

And the leaves.

That's it.

Thank you.

I'm going to carry on
my mum's work.

Protect the sisterhood against
the threat of black witchcraft.

I'm pleased.

And will you stay
in Great Slaughter?

This town is no place
for an outed witch.

I am very sorry
to hear about your mother.

She was always extremely fond
of you, Reverend Mother.

I shall keep a place
in my heart for her.

At least the Reverend Mother
now understands

that not all witches
are the same.

See them both swiftly
off the premises.

Maybe not.

I'm going to eat your cake
in a minute, Felix.

Have it. I don't care.

I know what's happened.

Now that he's burnt
that photo of Tituba,

the curse of happiness
has been lifted from him.

What, and now he's back
to his old, gloomy self?

That is a good theory, Button.

Nonsense, but I like it.

Do you want to know
why I was so happy?

Two days ago, I received
this letter from Victoria

announcing that she'll be
coming to England next month.

Oh, how wonderful.

So why the long face now?

Well, this morning, I received
a second letter from Victoria

informing me that due to her
auntie falling sick in Tobago,

she has had to put
her plans on hold

indefinitely.

Oh, no.

I'm starting to wonder if
she'll ever make it to England.

Well, I'm sorry
to hear that, Felix.

It's good
to have you back, though.

There you go, General.

Go and inspect your troops.
Toodle-pip!

I still can't believe

people thought I'd been
changed into a frog.