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[ominous music]

[gasping]

[woman screaming]

[thud]

[woman screaming]

[gagging noises]

* *

[eerie melody]

[church bells ringing]

* *

[screaming]

[theme music]

* *

- My dearest Harry, if you've recovered

from your initial shock of discovering I took Holy Orders,

let me tell you how surprised I was to learn you'd

become a private detective--

surprised and grateful, because while the police

are convinced Sister Assumpta hanged herself,

I'm not so sure.

And now I have to stay in that convent.

- Sure you didn't want to drive?

Not funny.

How'd you know a nun, anyway?

Oh, well, there's a story.

Jenny McGee, well, she was as wild as they come.

I remember a night in Soho.

Jenny and me, Bowie and Jagger, several bottles of wine,

a whole load of pink feather boas and enough LSD to--

actually, that's a story for another time.

- So she became a nun and you became a professor?

Well, there's hope for us all.

Mm.

- How much did she say in the letter?

- [sighs] Enough for me to want to know more.

[whimsical melody]

* *

Jenny?

Oh.

[laughter]

It's been a while since I've been called that.

- Oh, I'm sorry, uh, Sister Ignatius.

I can't quite get my head around that.

That's all right.

Sometimes in my mind, I shorten it to Iggy.

[chuckles] I think he'd like that.

[laughter]

Uh, he who?

Iggy Pop, her ex.

Oh.

Oh, it's so good to see you.

It's been too long.

Mm.

[whimsical tune]

- So what are you doing down here?

- The sights, the ambiance, the peace.

- Big fan of the G-man, are you?

God and Guinness.

Now, we're going to have to keep our voices down.

That one over there is obsessed with true crime

and I'm trying to keep it discreet.

Oh, well.

We can do discreet.

Well, I'm very grateful.

Anyway, as I was saying, I've just been sent over here

by the diocese to manage affairs for a while,

so I didn't know her personally.

But I am struggling to believe that Assumpta was suicidal.

If anything, she appeared to be highly motivated.

She'd put herself forward as the head of the Order,

and she'd won.

That night in her room, she switched on the TV,

poured herself a brandy, and was clearly celebrating.

The police took pictures.

Hmm.

Look.

- Well, maybe she was depressed and hid it.

You know that.

Hmm.

- What makes you doubt the official version?

- Well, the Order has to have another election

for the new head.

So when I went to go and get the ballot box,

I found all the previous votes were still in it.

All of them were for Assumpta.

But I also found this.

[ominous music]

Die, you evil bitch?

Whoa.

Have you shown that to the police?

Not yet.

Who opened the box?

Sister Mary.

- Why didn't she show it to the police?

That's proof, right?

Proof of what?

- Well, that somebody wanted Assumpta to die.

No, her name wasn't on it.

Some proof that she was murdered.

- I did show it to the head diocese, but he was dismissive.

Suicide is still-- well, things have moved on,

but it's still considered to be quite shameful.

This alarmed me, though, enough to insist on inviting you here.

- Okay, so Assumpta was going to be the boss.

Who's next in line?

- Well, it's a democratic vote, so I can't say for certain.

- But what do the other nuns say about her?

Well, that's the thing.

Um, [clears throat]

Kilmore Cross Convent is a silent order.

- You know who they are, don't you?

That's Harry Wild and Fergus Reid.

They're always in the newspapers, solving murders.

I love a bit of true crime.

There's a-- a convention going to be on in Dublin.

[swishing]

[ominous music]

Rude.

[subtle melody]

* *

[church bells ringing]

It looks haunted.

Don't be so asinine.

Buildings are building.

Who is he?

The groundskeeper, Paul.

He'll be here tomorrow if you want to talk to him.

But he wasn't here when Assumpta died.

He leaves every afternoon.

And she died almost close to midnight.

Where are the nuns going now?

Early evening mass.

They retire to their chambers afterwards

for a period of prayer and reflection before sleep.

They breakfast at 5:00.

- It's completely silent here at night,

nobody coming or going.

And this is Bea.

She works in the kitchen.

Hello, so lovely to meet you.

I posted the sister's letter to you.

I love how nuns still do that, send letters, so quaint.

I really am very glad you've come to visit her,

some company.

I've left you some supper for when I leave.

But I'll help you with your bags first.

Good.

Now, Bea will sort out your rooms

and I'll show you where it happened.

- It must be tough working here,

no one want to talk to you.

Bloody well, it is.

I've applied for a job up in Dublin in a big restaurant.

I think I'll get it.

I'm a chatterbox.

I've gone out of my mind in this place.

[eerie music]

* *

- Her body was found hanging right there.

And under her feet, there was a stool

to look like she'd placed it there to knock it over

before she hanged herself.

It seems like such an odd way to take her own life--

and in here, of all places.

Quite sacrilegious.

Like, if Assumpta was murdered, why

would her killer choose here?

And how do they get her here?

The nuns retire each evening.

Would it have been normal for her to come back here to pray?

- Well, I hadn't thought of that.

Well, because the police said suicide,

it being away from the convent made sense.

But if you think it would have been difficult for the killer

to bring her here, do you think maybe the police were right--

that it was suicide?

Well, I wouldn't say that.

- And a part of me really hopes you prove my suspicions

wrong, Harry.

I'm due to stay here for two months.

I really don't like the thought of a nun killer

being on the loose.

* *

- It's a strange way to kill someone, right?

I mean, it's hard to get somebody to put a noose around

their neck unless they're--

well, unless they're terrified.

Could she have been drugged?

No, that would have shown up in the postmortem, right?

- Mm, the police said there was nothing amiss.

- Well, a lot of sedatives leave the system quite quickly.

But if she was drugged, someone would

have had to carry her from the convent to the church,

pull her up with that rope until she hanged.

I mean, that requires strength.

- Yeah, I see what you're saying.

Is Paul the only man who works here?

Yes.

But we do get deliverymen every now and then.

[bird squawks]

A spell?

Last time I saw you, you were dancing

on the bar of an extremely disreputable establishment.

[laughter]

A nun?

I know.

I was wild.

Oh, and that's the point.

I've just got wilder--

too much so.

Is that a thing?

Sadly, it is.

I was in and out of rehab.

I hated my life and myself.

I'm sorry.

No, it's fine.

I'm fine because somewhere along the way, I found God.

[chuckles] Oh, I know how you feel about religion,

opium of the masses and all that.

It is not for me to judge.

Really?

Seems like you're the one who's had the personality

transplant, mm?

[laughter]

My story is really not that unusual.

I've met lots of people who've taken Holy Orders

after a life crisis.

An Order like this, a vow of silence,

sometimes it's the only way of living with yourself.

- What do you think happened here?

- Well, we're a good bit away from the village

and our doors are locked at night.

So I don't know what happened.

But I'm not ruling anything out.

Where did you put Fergus?

Just along the corridor.

No sisters are sleeping on this floor.

And like I said, they never leave the floor at night.

So there's no fear of him frightening

the life out of one of them.

- Well, I think it's Fergus we need to worry about,

not the nuns.

[chuckles]

Oh.

[unsettling music]

Okay, bathroom, bathroom.

* *

[water gushing]

* *

[tense music]

* *

[groaning]

* *

No, no, no, no.

* *

[footsteps]

* *

[door creaking]

I'm awake and I'm not easily scared!

[thud]

No.

[surging tense music]

I'm bleeding scared.

I'm bleeding scared.

* *

[yawns]

* *

It's ridiculous, all right?

I'm a grown man.

I am not taking this nonsense.

[thud]

* *

Hey!

Hey!

[thud]

* *

[snoring]

Harry.

Ah!

You nearly gave me a heart attack.

It's 5:00 in the morning.

You're eager to get started.

- How are you sleeping through all of that?

What?

- Well, something or someone was

trying to scare me last night and probably you

as well, except you sleep like you're in a bleeding coma.

Come on, let's go.

Let's go, I said.

Oh. [whimpers]

[rooster crowing]

If someone's trying to scare us,

it's because they're hiding something

and they want us to leave.

- Unless it's a ghost in a high-vis jacket?

What do you see?

Well, I'm not certain.

But I don't think that's one of the nuns we saw yesterday.

[gentle tune]

Do you think that could be Sister Assumpta?

- Oh, she doesn't look too friendly, does she?

Probably just a bad photo.

So let's see what we can learn in the silence.

- Yeah, blink twice if you killed her.

Mime how you did it.

- No, seriously, though, I mean,

it's not the first case you've had

where nobody will talk to us.

But you think we can make it work?

- Oh, we just need to observe everybody,

see who else had access to the convent.

You can talk with more than words, you know?

That makes no sense.

[chuckles] All right, I get it.

[music playing]

* *

[footsteps]

[utensils clanking]

- Now, that is Sister Hildegard.

- Mm-hmm.

Then there's Sister Mary.

And then that's Sister Frances, the youngest member.

She only joined last year.

And God love her, she was the one who found Assumpta.

Then there is Sister There--

there are just too many to remember.

I'll tell you who they are as we go along.

Ha.

Mm, this is lovely coffee.

You know what this reminds me of?

My old boarding school, all girls together. [laughs]

Well, I was only there for one term.

I got caught smoking.

They expelled me.

Well, actually, it was for something other

than just smoking. [laughs]

I mean, you just make the best of friends, though, don't you?

It must have been very hard for you to lose one of the sisters.

[ominous music]

* *

Mm, Austin's, Bronte's, Agatha Christie?

I suppose everyone needs a break from the Bible

now and then.

I suppose small talk is pointless.

Why don't we just get to it?

You counted the votes that elected Sister Assumpta

to be head of your order.

- There was a spoiled ballot in that box.

And there was something very nasty written on it.

Why didn't you tell anybody what you'd seen?

- I suppose you couldn't tell anybody.

But you did leave it in there.

You wanted it to be found.

Did you think that it was directed at Sister Assumpta?

* *

Good talk.

Well, that was pointless.

- I told you, you could talk with more than words.

She barely looked at us.

It's what she was reading.

Matthew 7, verse 5, why do you look

at a speck of sawdust in your brother's eye

and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye?

She was talking to us.

She wants us not to judge.

Judge what?

I don't know.

We ought to find out.

[Amy McKnight, "I Win"]

* I got reasons, I got motions, yeah, to everything I do *

* I be hungry, oh, so hungry *

* That's the reason why I moved *

* Take my passion, take my energy *

* You know we're coming through *

* It's the reason we be floating *

* We be cooking something new *

* It's that new girl sound from the underground *

- Oh. [chuckles] Oh, gosh, you made me jump.

Aren't you very good bringing those in?

Well, now, what else can I get for you?

I can knock up a few sausages, some bacon, a couple of eggs.

Do you like hash browns?

The nuns just want toast and porridge in the morning.

It's so boring.

No, we're fine.

Just why did you take this job, if you don't mind me asking?

- Honestly, so I'd have it on my CV.

Isn't it better to say you ran a kitchen than you

were peeling carrots in one?

And even though they don't talk, the nuns aren't all bad.

It's just the silence that gets to you.

Aren't all bad?

What about Assumpta?

What was she like?

I didn't really know her.

- Bea, is there something we should know?

- My mom always said you should never speak ill of the dead.

- Oh, trust me, they can't hear you.

- It's hard to tell what any of them

are thinking when nobody talks.

But you kind of sense an atmosphere

sometimes around Assumpta.

- Uh-huh.

Well, we were under the impression

that Assumpta was popular.

Oh, I'm sure she'd be glad.

What do you think, Harry?

Was Assumpta putting the Superior in Mother Superior?

[laughs]

Ah, there you are.

I'm so sorry.

I was on the phone with the bishop.

How's everything going?

Oh, learning loads.

Can't shut him up.

[chuckles] Mm.

[eerie music]

- God is faithful, who will not allow you to be tempted

above what you are able.

- The master sees through the smokescreens

of the know-it-alls.

- Excuse me? - Corinthians.

Well, I know that.

What are you now, master of biblical verse?

- [chuckles] My religion teacher used to say

that to me all the time.

I figured it was apt for you.

- You've become quite sassy these days.

[chuckles]

Hello.

Hey.

Can I help you?

We're private investigators.

We're looking into Assumpta's death.

Yeah.

Very sad.

Yes, did you know her?

No.

- There are only 12 nuns here, surely you must have

had some interaction with her.

- Were you here the night she died?

- I go home in the afternoon every day.

Oh, right, except last night.

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- Well, you were in the convent.

- I saw you. - That's a lie.

Oh, camera doesn't lie.

And I've got you on video here in one of the corridors.

What were you doing here?

Because if you're trying to scare us,

it's not going to work.

I wasn't anywhere near you.

I was getting supplies, needed something from the cellar.

At night?

None of your business.

- Well, I wonder if the police will

be interested in your midnight ramblings

through a convent full of nuns.

- I didn't go near you or the nuns.

[rattling]

If I want to scare you, you'll know all about it.

Now piss off.

Charming.

Did you actually record him on your camera?

- No, I just called his bluff to see what would happen.

Nice try.

- Didn't get us anywhere, though.

Oh, I'm not sure about that.

He's spooked.

People do stupid things when they're spooked.

[tense music]

* *

[keys jangling]

* *

Oh, great.

How are we going to get through all that?

* *

[clanging]

Oh, right.

Doing a little breaking and entering now, are we?

- I don't know what you're talking

about, rusted right off.

[bubbling]

Jesus Christ!

Oh.

Poitín, I'd say,

What's poitín?

- Oh, you have so much to learn.

It's an old Irish alcohol recipe

distilled illegally mostly.

But what a great place to hide it.

No one would ever imagine an illegal distillery

underneath a convent.

- So that's what Paul was doing knocking about last night.

Now the question is, was he here the night Assumpta died?

[thumping]

Shit.

That's probably him.

We should leg it.

Harry, come on!

Okay.

Assumpta might have found out what he was doing

and called him to account.

Is that worth killing over?

- Oh, people kill for all sorts of reasons.

I mean, he'd want to keep access to this place.

He's probably making a fortune with that racket of his.

Plus, it's breaking the law.

- I presume that was him outside my room last night.

But how do we prove he had something to do with Assumpta?

We can't, not yet.

We need more.

[upbeat music]

* *

- When I was a teenager, we drank

cider down the back field.

[coughing]

- Sorry, didn't mean to scare you.

Do you want a drink?

You're old enough, aren't you?

Yeah, I'm 18.

[laughs] I'm only slagging.

- Is this the bottle--

From Assumpta's room?

Yeah, in case you're wondering, it's fine.

The police just wanted to check she hadn't tried

to bump herself off some other way

first before they let us put it back in the cupboard.

Mm.

So Assumpta like the odd drink, you

wouldn't happen to know how she felt about poitín, would you?

[chuckles] Poitín?

She's a woman of God.

What has she been doing with poitín?

It's illegal.

[laughter]

Yeah, yeah, of course.

[clears throat]

[upbeat music]

* *

- Cleanliness Is next to godliness.

* *

[grunting]

What are you doing?

Jesus!

People have got to stop doing that.

Stop being so jittery.

What's that?

- The bottle of brandy that Assumpta had is in the

kitchen, right?

- Mm-hmm.

Well, that got me thinking.

If she was drugged, that would be the way to do it.

But the bottle's been checked.

So I had another thought.

What if the killer threw the real bottle

away and replaced it?

- And threw the contaminated bottle in the bin?

I mean, that'd be pretty careless, wouldn't it?

- These recycling bins get picked up, what, once a month,

I'd say?

And they weren't careless.

The bottle's not in there.

But the glass she drank from is.

I mean, look at this design.

It's exactly like the one she was drinking from.

- So you're saying that they drugged

the glass and not the bottle.

Mm.

- And assume that nobody would be looking for a smashed glass

in the bin.

- Well, can we test the glass if we

get it sent up to Charlie?

- [sighs] Oh, he'll just give us a lecture about police

resources and time wasting.

And-- Glenn.

Glenn?

- He was boring me the other day

about this friend of his who's got

a job at a drinks company testing

for toxins in beer barrels.

Well, I mean, if they can test for that,

maybe they can test for substance on a piece of glass.

We should get it couriered up.

- Yeah, but if this is evidence of a crime, then--

- We don't know yet that it was a crime.

But if we can confirm there was substance on that,

then we have evidence for the police.

- You ever wonder how Glenn knows these people?

- Oh, let's not ask that question.

Come on, something I want to show you.

[whimsical tune]

Oh.

* *

- I'm a bit rusty, but I do recognize one of them.

Concupisco, to covet.

Covet what?

I don't know.

Furtum, uh, theft, gula, gluttony, and caedes, murder.

I assume that the rest of them are sins as well.

What is this, Harry?

Why did Assumpta have it hidden in her room?

And more to the point, do we know any of these people,

because one of them is a murderer, apparently?

I think Assumpta found out.

But you know, the nuns would have had different names

before they took their vows.

And this would be a list of all of their sins.

Wait.

Assumpta was elected uncontested, right?

But we already know from Bea that she wasn't perfect.

So do you think--

- I think you don't keep a list of these things

without good reason.

I think she used this to blackmail the sisters

in to voting for her.

Only, one of them wouldn't play ball.

Does this mean that Paul's not involved?

Well, we can't rule him out.

It's starting to feel like everybody

has something to hide.

* *

- We've had a breakthrough, but we need your help.

Could you contact the diocese and

find out the names of the nuns before they took their vows?

- Well, I can ask, but it'll take a long time.

This is urgent.

We need to get those sisters to start talking.

Is there any other way they can communicate

without breaking the vows?

- Yeah, can they write stuff down,

say stuff with their hands?

Anything?

- Well, the modern orders do allow

a scheduled time for talking.

But it's not obligatory.

And I'm told the sisters here have

chosen to observe the traditional meaning of the vow.

But if you really are starting to think

Assumpta was murdered--

We are.

- --then we must push for the impossible.

[bells ringing]

[eerie melody]

What is it?

I don't know.

Something's annoying me and I can't figure it out.

We know that Assumpta had secrets.

But I strongly suspect that she didn't take her own life.

Can you tell me something about that?

[chuckles]

So you're probably going to be head of the order next.

It must have upset you, Assumpta being elected.

- Well, can you at least tell me one thing?

Tell me your name before you became a nun.

* *

- Right. [chuckles] And your name before you became a nun--

* *

- Do you recognize any of the names here?

Miriam?

Rita?

Jacinta?

Elizabeth?

Oh, it was Jacinta, wasn't it, your name before you came here?

Alison Hendricks.

Concupisco, covet?

Why would Assumpta have put your name in this book

with the word covet?

What did you covet?

* *

You shall not covet your neighbor's house.

You shall not covet your neighbor's wife,

his manservant, or his female servant

or his ox or his donkey or anything

that is your neighbor's.

A lover, you coveted someone you couldn't have.

Was it a married man or a woman, perhaps?

A love affair gone wrong and so you became a nun

to atone, like so many atone.

- Assumpta had written theft beside it in her little book.

Had you robbed something?

Was she blackmailing you?

- It must have made you very angry

when Assumpta found out something about your past

and used it against you.

I mean, I assume that's what she did.

I assume that's what she did with all

the others in this book.

* *

Someone here called Nelly, caedes.

* *

That's murder.

Who's Nelly?

You're Nelly?

You-- you murdered somebody.

Assumpta's written murder by your name.

* *

- Look, if someone in this convent is capable of murder,

then we're all in danger.

Plus, the police will come back.

They'll see this book and all your secrets will be out--

unless one of you comes forward and admits it.

[intensifying music]

I did it.

I killed her.

I killed her.

I killed her.

I killed her.

I killed her.

I did it.

I killed her.

I killed her.

It was me.

I killed Assumpta.

[sighs]

So they're either all in this together

or they're covering for one of their own.

But why confess at all?

- Maybe they think if they collectively confess,

then a judge is going to struggle to convict.

I mean, could you imagine a scene like that in a courtroom?

There'd be chaos.

- But it hasn't categorically been

proven that it wasn't suicide anyway,

so why concede that point?

- The killer's applying pressure to them, right?

What if it's Paul and they're all terrified of him?

- Well, I mean, they do seem easily blackmailed.

But Assumpta's gone.

Why protect her killer?

[eerie music]

That's it.

That's what?

- And God shall wipe away the tears from all their eyes.

And there shall be no more death,

neither sorrow nor crying.

Neither shall be any more pain for the former things

have passed away.

- That's that quote from the plaque in the church, right?

Yes.

[scoffs]

I've had a revelation, Fergus. [chuckles] Revelation.

I need you to check something up on your laptop.

Okay.

What am I looking up?

- I'm starting to put things together.

- I-- I think that Assumpta's death is linked to something

that happened in the past.

- You're getting all that from a photograph of some nuns

and a weird quote about death?

Yes.

There are 12 nuns in the order.

There are 14 in that picture from two years ago.

Now, one of them is obviously Assumpta.

But where's the other nun?

Wait, wait.

So there's a dead nun and now there's a missing nun?

Jesus.

* *

Harry, where are you off to?

Harry!

[sighs]

[tapping]

[cell phone tune playing]

[chuckles]

- So how are you getting on with all your other women?

- Oh, it's-- it's rough, you know?

Yeah, they keep chatting me up.

There's one I've got my eye on in particular.

She's 80-odd and just confessed to killing somebody.

But you know what?

I think I can look past all of that.

- Wait, you caught the killer already?

You only went down yesterday.

- Yeah, well, apparently we've caught, like, a dozen.

It's a-- God, it's a long story. [chuckles] I miss you.

Hello?

[knocking]

Hang on.

- Come in. - Oh, sorry.

Do you want a cup of tea?

Uh, yeah, sure.

Thanks, Dad.

I miss you, too, more than you know.

[radio chatter]

You can't rush a novel.

You can't-- you can't rush the--

[paper rustling] I would say.

It needs time to digest. I've been waiting.

I haven't worked continuously for many years, of course.

I would sit down periods of other books

and other projects, a couple of albums for each time as well.

But it's not been constant work.

It's going to take some time away.

I love you, too.

Oh, you hang up.

No, you.

No, you hang up.

You hang up.

Paula.

Oh.

All right.

Paula, what's this?

Weren't you going to tell us?

- It's not my private correspondence, Dad.

You had no right.

- Sweetheart, why are you getting so upset?

This is a good thing.

Just-- give me a second.

Vicky, I'm in the middle of something.

Is it-- say that again?

[somber music]

I have to go.

* *

What's wrong?

Very bad news.

[church bells tolling]

Jeez, Harry.

Did you sleep here?

Anybody could have come in and-- you know.

- Did you find out anything about the convent

from the last couple of years?

Absolutely nothing.

- Oh, well, that's telling in itself.

- I did, however, look into some of the sins

the nuns committed.

And I know why Assumpta was calling Sister Mary a murderer.

It wasn't hard to discover.

- I imagine for some of them, they wanted

to keep their past a secret.

But for others, they would have expected to find forgiveness

and acceptance here--

until they met Sister Assumpta.

All right.

New plan.

[sighs]

- The extra nun in that photo died, she'd be buried here.

- Well, how do you know she's dead?

Well, I don't.

We'll just look for a gravestone

from the last two years.

All right.

[up-tempo music]

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Here.

There was an Elizabeth Smith in Assumpta's book, wasn't there?

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- Can you look up old death records?

I can give it a shot.

2 seconds.

Elizabeth Smith died 6 of May, 2023,

sadly missed by her loving parents and sibling.

Another piece of the puzzle.

We need to find out more about this family.

It's all linked.

[phone beep]

Whoa, hang on.

I got a text from Glenn.

[chuckles] He says his mate tested the glass

and found traces of Syntaxia.

It's a sedative that leaves the body really quickly.

[laughs] We owe Glenn a pint.

See you later.

Well, where are you going?

Search for a man.

- Well, you're going to struggle in there.

[laughs]

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I told you, piss off.

- Sure, why don't I just piss off and

tell the sisters about their little bootlegging

operation you got going on?

- I don't know what you're talking about.

You won't find anything like that here.

Oh, Christ.

You never learn, do you?

The camera never lies, as my colleague said.

Well, I assumed that you would have

had everything cleared out.

But I think you're going to have a hard time explaining

this to Sister Ignatius.

- I didn't do anything to that nun.

And I wasn't trying to bloody scare you pair.

- I know, and I don't care what you do.

I'm not averse to a little moonshine myself.

But I-- I want information.

And you're going to give it to me.

What information?

- Did you know a Sister Bridget?

- Yeah, nice girl, always a smile, until--

She didn't.

How did she die?

She took her own life.

And nobody talked about it?

- Times may have changed, but in a holy place like this--

I know, I've heard.

But let me guess.

She hanged herself in the church?

Yeah.

- Didn't the police comment on the similarities between her

and Assumpta's death?

- Of course, it happens all the time.

The officer who interviewed me assumed they'd been close

and Assumpta never got over it, took her own life the same way.

- Contagion suicide is what they call that.

Except in this instance, Assumpta wasn't

copying Bridget's death.

Somebody else was.

- You're not going to say anything

about the poitín, are you?

- [sighs] Make it worth my while.

Three bottles should do it.

[whimsical tune]

[door creaking]

[somber music]

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- [clears throat] Harry and Fergus

have discovered something about Assumpta's death.

No, no, no, Sister, you will stay and listen.

Our vows do not protect us from the law.

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Harry.

- We are confident that Sister Assumpta was murdered.

And we also know why.

- Sister Assumpta was not a good person.

She was blackmailing many of you.

Like you, Sister Mary, before you took your Holy Orders,

you were a nurse.

You accidentally gave one of your patients

the wrong drug dose.

Though you were cleared of the charge of manslaughter,

you evidently still carry some guilt.

Do not judge.

We do not.

But Assumpta did.

- Until her own sins came back to haunt her.

- Two years ago, Sister Assumpta bullied a nun so badly

that she took her own life.

- Which is something that none of you shared with me.

Precisely.

We spoke to Sister Bridget's father,

who told us that Bridget had difficulties in her teens

with eating disorders.

It appeared that she found peace taking Holy Orders.

And then something changed.

She wrote to her parents that she was struggling

with food and bulimia again.

She was growing increasingly unhappy.

She seemed to be so much better before she

moved into the convent here in Kilmore Cross.

- Assumpta didn't realize that Bridget

had written another letter to her sibling,

telling her about being tormented.

Well, that sibling came here to Kilmore Cross

and confronted all of you.

The nuns who remained silent was one of their own,

was bullied to death.

You had a choice.

Help get justice for Bridget or live with Assumpta,

her tormentor who had decided she

would become head of your order.

- You didn't choose to kill her.

But you turned a blind eye.

And some of you may have helped her.

Who is the sibling?

Her sister.

- Her surname's common enough, you probably

wouldn't have recognized it.

- And her sister Lizzie took her name

in Irish as her holy name, Sister Bridget.

Isn't that true, Bea?

[surging music]

[groaning]

[gagging sounds]

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[tense music]

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[up-tempo tense music]

* *

[police sirens wailing]

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[grunts]

[somber music]

* *

We'll take it from here.

* *

I killed Assumpta.

I did it alone, I confess.

I tried to scare you away, but I knew

justice was coming for me.

An eye for an eye, I am not sorry.

She deserved to die.

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- Are you really going to let them get away with it?

They knew the whole time.

- Oh, should let the police do some work.

We've done enough here.

- Vicky, what are you doing here?

I thought Fergus told Charlie to bring in the local guys.

- I have Charlie on the phone for you, Harry.

He didn't want to leave Orla and Lola.

Come on, sisters, inside.

Charlie, what is it?

I'm so sorry, ma'am.

It's Marcello.

It's my dad.

He's dead.

Marcello's dead?

* *

I can't believe it.

I mean, he was an interesting character.

- A lecherous, treacherous old fuck.

Well, that, too, but still.

I always loved Grandad.

He was so much fun.

He taught me how to play poker.

And he always has a load of spare change

that he let me win.

- Sorry for your troubles, Harry.

Just want to let you know that the Hairy Goose--

- Does a special on funeral sandwiches, we know.

Do you want to fly to Italy?

Oh, Christ.

I don't want to associate a whole country with him.

Well, we should do something.

[sighs]

[chattering]

- I, um, thought you could use a friend.

[theme music]

Charlie told me.

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God, I missed you.

[dramatic music]

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