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What is she doing with that crucifix?

Why, sisters.

Mother Superior. We were, uh...

Neglecting your duties while indulging in a little filth?

What do you have to say for yourselves?

It's... kind of catchy.

We're sorry, Mother Constance.

Our curiosity got the better of us.

Is it true?

Did she really make an offer to buy the convent?

Sister Frances, you've been gossiping again.

Oh, I may as well tell you.

It's true.

Alaïa Jade has made a sizable offer to the archdiocese.

But have faith, sisters.

I will never allow our home to be sold.

Especially to this Jezebel.

You'll need to be out by the end of the month.

I'm Mother Superior of the convent.

My approval is needed for any sale.

Your disapproval was taken into consideration

and disregarded.

Constance,

the convent's numbers are dwindling,

and the building is in desperate need of repairs.

The roof leaks, the bell tower is a death trap,

and... don't get me started on the plumbing situation.

What am I supposed to tell the sisters?

The convent pays for Sister Ruth's insulin,

and Sister Margaret Mary,

she's 92 and she's blind.

And they're gonna be kicked out of the only home

they've ever known?

It's like a death sentence.

This convent's over 200 years old,

and this is how it's going to end?

At the hands of the harlot who fell off the stage drunk

at last year's FanFave Awards?

She shouldn't be allowed to step foot

in a church, never mind buy one.

No, but she does have $27 million.

I'm sorry, the sale was approved by the Vatican,

and it's not our place to question the Holy See.

Oh, I see what's going on.

You're not going to fight back

because you're angling to replace the bishop when he retires.

I see right through you, Monsignor.

She'll be doing a walk-through tomorrow afternoon,

and if all goes as planned,

the sale will be closed by the end of the week.

But who knows?

We can hope for a miracle.

Heavenly Father, You called on me

to lead and protect these sisters.

If it be Thy will, please show me a path

to save our home.

Please...

send me a sign.

Doorman said he heard fighting

just before the vic fell from the balcony.

Neighbor says she wasn't well-liked, bit of a character.

What do you think, Father?

Looks like somebody didn't love thy neighbor.

No talking during the theme song.

Hawes? What are you doing here?

Forgive me, Father, I know it's late,

but I have to confess.

From the minute I saw you at Felicity's funeral, I knew.

I'm in love with you, Rick.

All right, all right.

You've had your fun.

Time for bed. Tomorrow is another day.

- Good night, Mother. - Good night.

Oh, Sister Darby.

According to my watch,

the bells for prayer rang

at 6:02 this evening.

But, I could have sworn...

The sisters depend on the bells to structure their day.

I'm sorry, Mother Constance, I am.

And I promise you, it won't happen again.

Please forgive me.

Sloth is a deadly sin, Sister.

It's not my forgiveness you need to ask for.

Sister, remember, penance is not a chore,

it is an act of worship.

Huh.

Yeah, that wall is load-bearing,

but once you rip out the sacristy,

it'll open up the whole space.

Thank you, guys.

Okay, what about something like this?

Like... tear down my wall, watch it all fall,

break apart my load-bearing heart.

Okay, so not this, but something like this, like

here is the church, here is the steeple,

here is your coffin 'cause your games are lethal.

- Oh! - I'm so sorry I frightened you.

No, it's okay.

Would you mind if I sat with you?

Sure.

Thank you.

Hi, I'm Alaïa.

Oh, I-I know who you are.

I must admit, I was a little surprised when I heard

that you were going to purchase our convent.

Well, you know, we used to have a place two blocks down from here.

We were there forever, but, I don't know,

it just burned down.

So, I knew the next place had to be something really special,

and I used to always walk past this church,

and I would look up and I would just feel

- so... - Insignificant?

Powerful!

You know?

I don't know, it's hard to explain.

Something about this place is, like,

low-key, like, really good energy.

It's literally the perfect place for

my new recording studio.

A recording studio?

Kind of a slay. Right?

It is slay, yes. Yes. Um...

I hope you don't mind me saying this,

but there seems to be something heavy weighing on your soul.

Okay, that's so spooky.

Um, how did you know that?

I...

I could just feel it.

Everything I tell you is, like, confidential, right?

Well, uh, that... you need a priest

to administer the Sacrament of Reconciliation,

but your secrets are safe with me.

Okay, okay. So, I have been

with the same producer for 13 years.

He's the one who took little Alayna Jacobs from Kansas City

and turned her into Alaïa Jade, pop phenomenon,

and I will be grateful to him for, like,

- ever. - Won't we all.

But I-I think I'm outgrowing him.

And-and-and I don't know.

What if I don't know how to be Alaïa Jade without him?

Like, like, what if I jump and I just...

...flop?

Oh. Well, you remind me of a young nun I once knew.

She was full of doubts when she first came to this place.

She questioned herself,

her path in life.

She questioned her faith, even.

That young nun was me.

Oh, my God.

Yeah. Um, until one day, I was sweeping the bell tower.

Here, I'll show you.

It's just right... right up there.

It was an ordinary day,

and I looked out the western window

and I saw the sky turn orange and crimson.

And all of a sudden, the city was just covered

with divine light,

gold and pure.

And I heard Him,

clear as a bell.

And I found my path that day.

And I've never once strayed from it.

Well, what did he say?

Oh, I keep His secrets,

the same as I keep yours.

But...

I leave the door to the belfry open

in case any of the sisters find themselves

at a spiritual crossroad.

And, um, I think tonight's sunset is at 5:42.

Sharp.

You okay? You look a little pale.

I have a thing about nuns.

12 years of Catholic school will do that to you.

Let's drop it.

So, you know this Alaïa Jade person?

Oh, yeah, it's hard not to.

They're always playing that one song in my deli.

It's something like: ♪ Ba-ba-da-da-da ♪

Remind me not to go to your deli.

I was in the chapel for evening prayer

when I heard the bell ring,

and then a scream,

and then, you know...

a thud.

This scream, was it more of a "ahh!"

Or "whoa!"

I guess the second one?

You don't scream like that if you're planning on jumping.

According to the M.E., her injuries are consistent

with a fall, except for the contusion on her head.

So someone hit her?

Or some thing.

Bell, scream, thud.

Oh. Yes, it is. It is.

It's upsetting.

I rang the bell.

Is this my fault?

- Did I kill her? - Oh, hey, hey.

Please don't cry.

Uh, you ever hear this one?

A cop, a nun and a lawyer walk into a church.

Or is it a... it's a bar.

Uh, or is it a priest,

a nun and a chicken?

I'll get it.

You're very kind.

Reverend Mother.

Sister Darby, go to your room and compose yourself.

I'll check on you before lights out.

Yes, Mother.

Uh, whoop.

Oh, sorry.

You have a dust bunny.

Oh.

This is why I don't wear black.

It shows everything.

Um, I'm Elsbeth Tascioni. I'm with the police.

Mother Constance Mary Cabot,

I'm Mother Superior of The Convent of Our Lady of Grace and Mercy.

I thought "Elsbeth Tascioni" was a mouthful.

Uh, maybe you can, um, you can help me with this.

Why did you have a pop star in your bell tower?

Well, I suppose it was her bell tower.

I had just accepted her generous offer

to purchase our convent.

What did she want with a convent?

I'm not sure,

but the money would have done the Church so much good.

She did a walk-through this afternoon, and she was

very unhappy when I told her that the bell tower

was strictly off-limits.

It fell into disrepair years ago, and, uh,

it's remained locked ever since.

Well, it certainly wasn't locked tonight, was it?

Yep, looks like someone jammed something in it

to break it open.

Probably didn't take too much.

This door looks like it's about a hundred years old.

200.

Let's see.

Yeah, one set of prints going up.

She was alone.

It's looking like a clear-cut accident.

Hmm.

But what was here?

Ooh, it's like a little puzzle game.

Oh, ding, ding, ding.

Found a match. This sign was moved.

"Danger.

Do not enter."

Why would she ignore such a big sign?

Well, if a locked door didn't stop her,

I don't imagine a sign would.

Or maybe she didn't see it.

But if she saw it, why would.

Alaïa turn the sign?

Um, if I can be of no more use,

I promised Sister Darby I would visit her before lights out.

She's in a very delicate state.

Good night.

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What on earth possessed that girl

to climb up a 200-year-old bell tower in the first place?

Well, Captain, here are just a few of Alaïa Jade's song titles.

"Snort It."

"Wet Spot."

"Wastedwithu," one word.

"Double Vodka Soda."

- "Blackout." - I-I-I get the point. Thank you.

We're still waiting for the tox report,

but my guess is this was just a stupid accident,

likely under the influence.

She was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Elsbeth?

You've been awfully quiet.

I'm trying to be better at waiting my turn.

My turn?

I have doubts.

And why is that?

I saw a sign.

Oh, not that kind of sign.

There was a "do not enter" sign

that was moved out of the way of the staircase.

Hold, please.

Okay. So, if Alaïa moved the sign,

why would she go through the effort

of turning it to face the wall?

Watch. I'm Alaïa, they're the staircase, the sign's the sign. Okay?

There's the easy way to do it.

Right?

Or the unnecessarily...

...difficult way.

And, if Alaïa broke the lock, what did she use?

She only had her phone on her.

And what about the cell phone?

Anything that might fill in some gaps?

One thing. The last text she sent was to her producer,

Shane Sills.

"Need to talk. V important."

Not one of those words was spelled correctly.

And, uh, get this.

Hashtag "BurnlnHellShaneSills"

is trending worldwide.

The entire Internet is blaming him for her death.

Well, either him or God.

Well, we can't interrogate God,

so let's see if we can talk to that producer,

see what he knows about Alaïa Jade's final moments.

And Elsbeth?

See if you can figure out what was going through.

Alaïa Jade's head before she went up that tower.

I think Teddy might be a fan.

Maybe he knows something.

And yes, it was sexual and garish,

but in a self-referential and ironic sort of way.

It was commentary on the commodification of girlhood.

It was her top-selling album.

And how many albums did she have?

- Seven. - Okay.

Seven studio albums,

six sold-out tours,

and nearly 40 million albums sold.

What a busy beaver.

Yeah, but the person who profited the most

was always Shane. He owned her.

Her fans, called her "Gems," hate him.

They think he led her down a bad path.

Fights with the paparazzi, the cheating scandal,

that wardrobe malfunction at the tree lighting ceremony.

- Mm-hmm. - There have been rumors

for months that she was dropping his label.

How did someone as prolific as Alaïa

have time to burn out like this?

She was front-page news every other week.

Speaking of, I didn't want to say anything

until it was official, and it's not "official" official yet...

Teddy's getting his first byline.

Wait, what? Teddy!

That's amazing.

What's the story?

Uh, it's about Alec Bloom, sort of. In his stump speech,

he mentions this MTA employee named Pete

who used to share sandwiches with him

when he was living on the street as a kid.

I thought, you know, there's a story.

A city employee who fed the future mayor of New York? Hello.

It practically writes itself.

Yeah. I wish it would.

My editor wants it by end of week,

and I still have to find the guy.

Oh, okay. Well, we know his first name.

We know his job, we know he likes sandwiches.

Uh, yeah. Well, I-I combed through the member rosters

of the New York Transit Workers Union

from 1987 to 1994 and I found 68 Peters,

and I've already called Peters A. through E.

That's my boy.

Is this gonna take much longer? I've got a dinner reservation at Vive.

Well, we're just trying to understand Alaïa's headspace

at the time of the accident,

and you knew her better than anybody else.

And yet, you don't seem particularly broken up by her death.

I'm not sad. I'm pissed.

Do you have any idea how much harder it's gonna be to finish the album now?

Uh... I imagine... a lot?

Thankfully, not impossible.

See, I own "Alaïa Jade," so to speak.

Her masters, her image, the whole shebang.

But you're missing the pop star.

Mm, not really.

See, I have access to her cloud,

which gives me access to every lyric that ever popped into her head,

every rough demo, and enough raw voice notes

for at least two more albums.

If she so much as sang in the shower, I own it.

That makes me feel yucky.

She accomplished quite a lot in her short life.

How did she find the time to become such a... handful?

- You talking about the bender? - Mm.

I planted those stories to give her some edge.

No one wants a boring pop star.

Alaïa kept a crazy schedule.

In reality, she lived like a, uh...

A nun?

Sure.

Oh, speaking of nuns,

I guess this means the nuns get to keep their home now.

Oh, no, not a chance.

That's prime Manhattan real estate.

I've already been in touch with the archdiocese.

If we hurry up,

we should be able to have an Alaïa Jade hologram concert

ready in time for Easter.

She is risen.

Oh, Sister Frances.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

I'm sorry to drop in like this.

I didn't get a chance to thank you for your kindness

to Sister Darby last night.

A small token of our thanks.

Oh.

And I hoped to entice you

to join us for our food drive this weekend.

It'll be our last before we go.

Oh, I would love to join.

Thank you. Aw, this is...

so kind of you, Sister.

Ooh. Honey.

- How sweet of you. - The sisters used to keep

hives in our courtyard before the colony collapsed.

Maybe these feelings are about

the collapse of a different colony?

The news has been very hard on the sisters.

Well, from how Mother Constance spoke of it,

the sale sounded like a good thing.

She approved of it herself.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Mother Constance wanted nothing to do with the sale.

I have never seen her that angry in my life.

Elsbeth...

can I make a confession?

Do you maybe want a lawyer first?

During prayers,

I asked God to do something, anything,

to stop the sale of the convent.

And He must have heard me, because

when the clock struck 6:00,

my prayers were answered.

And I feel so guilty.

Oh, Sister.

You can't blame yourself for having hope.

Right? Uh, here.

Wait. You said 6:00.

Don't the bells ring after evening prayers end?

That's right. At 6:00.

Unless Sister Darby is late again.

Bless you, Sister.

Oh, it wasn't wrong place, wrong time.

The wrong time was the wrong time.

Is this some kind of riddle?

The bells were supposed to ring at 6:00 sharp,

but the 911 call came in at 5:45.

- Elsbeth... - Do you want to guess the odds

of going up a tower the one time the bells rang at the wrong time

in over 200 years? This was no accident.

Elsbeth, we have a confession.

Meet Stanley Culpepper.

Alaïa Jade's alleged killer.

Who the heck is that?

What's not working for you? We have footage of him

standing outside her apartment and the convent.

His pocket knife is the perfect size

for breaking the lock on the belfry.

His phone has 32 gigs of photos

of Alaïa around the city.

Oh, and let's not forget, he confessed.

He's lying. Let me try something.

Hi, Stan.

Can you remind me,

why did you kill Alaïa Jade?

I didn't like her.

Between us, I didn't care for her either.

She was always so fake. You know what I mean?

Did you know her real name? Alyssa Jergland.

From St. Louis.

And I never really got her music, either.

It was always so simple. Shallow. If I have to hear that song.

"Dry Patch" one more time.

It's "Wet Spot." The song is called "Wet Spot."

And she was Alayna Jacobs from Kansas City,

not Alyssa Jergins from St. Louis!

Do your research, people.

For God's sakes, the woman was a genius.

He's not a killer. He's a Gem.

A fan with no place to put his love.

The, uh, Alaïa Jade phone case was my first clue.

I just wanted to be part of her story.

You were willing to go to prison just to feel closer to her?

I still would.

Do you know why Alaïa went up into the bell tower?

No, but...

maybe the woman in the black dress knows.

I took pictures.

Hi, I'm looking for Mr. Peter...

Hannigan?

I'm not interested in buying anything.

No, Mr. Hannigan, I'm a researcher for The New York View.

I was hoping to ask you a few questions

about your time working for the MTA?

Oh. Okay.

I know this is a long shot, but do you happen to remember

ever meeting a young boy... probably around 12...

sleeping in the East Broadway station?

This would have been around 1990, give or take.

Um, and if so, did you feed him sandwiches?

Yes, yes! Of course!

In the East Broadway station.

Oh, my God. Um, I'm sorry.

I mean, um, I'm so happy to have found you, Mr. Hannigan.

I don't care that it's load-bearing!

It's ugly. Figure it out.

Mother... Mother, how can I help you?

Well, I guess I should commend you on your bravery,

going through with the purchase after what's happened.

Well, I'm not exactly afraid of being smited.

Oh, it isn't God that you should be worried about.

No. Actually, millions believe

that God rightfully struck Alaïa down.

But millions of her fans believe that you had a hand in her death.

And by going through with the purchase,

it's like you're putting a target on your back

that'll walk around with you for the rest of your life.

Hi.

That's you, right?

'Cause if you zoom in really close,

you can see a little dust bunny.

I repeat, she asked to see the bell tower,

I told her it was off-limits.

Right. You mentioned that she was unhappy about that.

But she doesn't look very unhappy here.

It's the camera angle.

Oh.

Do you believe in God, Ms. Tascioni?

Oh.

Uh...

I guess I don't know.

I really want to.

I encourage the sisters to ask questions.

Doubts strengthen faith.

They're very lucky to have such a wise Mother Superior.

Mother Superior is a title I don't wear lightly.

I am an authority figure, yes, but also a spiritual guide,

a protector, and most of all, a parent.

Ooh. That's a lot of hats for one person to wear.

And trust me, I know hats.

As I was saying,

the sisters often come to me at a crossroads.

And it's my duty to point them to the right path,

as it was done for me.

Well, you seem very good at that.

Which reminds me,

would you mind pointing me to Sister Darby?

I don't believe it.

We watch Father Crime every single week

and you know Father Garvey?

Oh, he's so dreamy.

He's... less interesting in person.

- You really don't have to help me. - But many hands make light work.

And I'm having a lovely time.

I do have another question, though.

Do you like wearing the same thing every day? Because me?

I'll sometimes do four or five outfits in an afternoon.

My habit is my wedding dress.

How lucky am I that I get to wear it every day?

Oh, that is so special.

Wow.

I wish I could wear my wedding dress every day.

Uh, the marriage? Not so great.

But the dress?

But sometimes I worry I'm not very good at being a nun.

What? What-what makes you say that?

I keep messing things up. The gardening, the bells...

It's why I'm on dish washing duty.

I dropped four dishes yesterday.

So you're not perfect. No one expects you to be.

- Not even God. - Mother Constance does.

Especially when it comes to the bells.

The sisters live by the bells.

Sister Darby, the night Alaïa died,

the 6:00 p.m. evening prayer bells rang at the wrong time.

According to the security footage from the building across the street,

the bells rang at 6:00 a.m.,

noon, and 5:42 p.m.

That's not possible. I double-checked my watch.

Triple-checked.

I took it off while I was washing the dishes, to keep it dry.

Was there anyone else in here with you while you were washing up?

The sisters brought me their dishes.

Mother Constance watched over me.

I don't think...

If the bells are off by so much as 30 seconds,

Mother Constance scolds me.

I imagine 18 whole minutes would get me excommunicated.

And yet, she never said anything.

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

It has been three days since my last confession.

I have committed a mortal sin.

No sin is greater than God's mercy.

I... may have encouraged that young woman

to climb the bell tower.

I'm afraid that if the police

were to continue their investigation,

what they might uncover

could do irreparable harm to the Church,

and to your chances of becoming bishop.

I'm sorry, Captain, but your officers...

and whatever this woman is...

won't be welcome again without a warrant.

You said it yourselves, this was a clear-cut accident.

Monsignor Frank, we are simply trying to rule out

the possibility of foul play.

By dropping in to do the dishes?

The sisters choose to live their lives

in quiet contemplation and prayer.

Not on Sesame Street.

They've suffered enough these past few days,

and this unnecessary police presence

has become an upsetting distraction.

I really didn't mean to be a distraction.

It just sort of happens.

There are questions about this case that are still unanswered.

Then get a warrant. Good luck convincing a judge

that a flipped "Danger" sign is probable cause.

Oh, and know that the Church's

very experienced lawyers are standing by.

Good day.

I haven't been scolded by a priest since I was 16, cutting geometry.

You've been upsetting the nuns?

I've been upsetting one nun in particular.

Well, we're not welcome.

So, we better figure out a new way to get thee to that nunnery.

Hmm.

- Ladies, good morning. - Ding-dong.

Look who I brought.

We're here for the community food drive.

Please, come in, come in.

What's the hardest part of playing a priest on TV?

Probably all the push-ups.

Ms. Tascioni.

I am surprised to see you here,

since you were specifically told you were no longer welcome.

Right. Um, Sister Frances invited me to volunteer.

I wanted to help.

You think I'm stupid enough to believe that?

No, no, no, no.

Really, I'm just...

I'm trying to do something good.

And how is distracting the sisters with carnal temptation

doing anyone any good?

We could use a few more hands out there to help unload the trucks.

Two more just showed up!

Trucks?

Everybody, Jack put out a call for donations,

and it is amazing what a celebrity guest

will do for turnout!

Really, no need to thank me.

I try to be selfless.

What can I say? I'm method.

You may stay. Please don't make me regret this.

At least tuck the shirt in.

Marissa, I told you. This isn't a campaign photo op.

Of course it isn't.

Because churches are a 501 and can't endorse candidates.

Alec! You came! Whoa. And you too, Marissa.

Well, no New Yorker should be going hungry.

- Oh, let me get that. - Oh.

Thank you.

Why don't you head over to Sister Anne, and she'll get you settled in.

And remember, lift with your legs.

- Yeah. - Oh, Elsbeth!

We can't thank you enough.

Oh, of course.

But I think I upset Mother Constance by being here.

I feel a little guilty.

You've just described my whole life.

She means well, but she wasn't always like this.

Really? How so?

Between us, she had quite the rebellious spirit

back in the day.

Our old Superior, Mother Mary Phyllis,

was so harsh on her

that she found some secret spot to escape her watchful eye.

This secret spot...

Oh!

You shouldn't sneak up on people like that.

Haven't you seen Vertigo?

What are you searching for?

Oh. Uh, well,

I guess I've been searching for a sense of purpose.

To know that I'm making a positive difference

- in the world... - In my belfry.

What are you searching for in my belfry?

Ah. Right. Sorry.

I believe that, uh...

...this stuff belongs to you.

That belonged to a girl I no longer recognize.

A lifetime ago, I used to come up here to hide...

from my penance, from my Mother Superior.

Of course she caught me.

And she charged me with cleaning the belfry.

That's when I heard the call.

I stood here, at this very window.

And that's when I saw... the sky opened, and I saw it.

God's divine light,

gold and pure.

He showed me my path that day.

To lead and protect the sisters of Our Lady of Grace and Mercy.

I don't need divine light,

but I am searching for answers.

Try as I might...

...I can't understand

what made Alaïa come up here.

God, in His infinite wisdom,

He gave us free will.

I don't question how others use it.

But Alaïa didn't have free will.

She signed a deal with the devil at 14 and gave it away.

She wasn't the type of person to disobey.

She wasn't like you.

So why did she come up here exactly when she did?

Perhaps we'll never know.

If only she were here herself to tell us.

Leave my convent.

Now.

Why won't you just admit that you feel something?

Alec is smart, he's kind,

- he's hot. - He's hot.

Alec is great. He really is.

But I just don't see it. He's a friend.

A friend who takes time off the campaign trail

to help you lift boxes at a church? Sure.

Uh, "Listen to 'Resurrection, '

the latest single by Alaïa Jade." What the hell is this?

Shane said he had enough raw recordings

to make two albums. Boy, he didn't waste any time.

I can't stomach this. Anyone need a drink?

This feels wrong.

Wait, go back.

Did you hear that?

What? Hear what?

I know why Alaïa Jade went up that bell tower.

My dear sisters, our time together is coming to an end,

but I won't rest until each of you

are settled in your new home.

Detective, I thought I made myself clear.

You and your officers

are no longer welcome here without a search warrant.

Sorry, Father, we don't have a search warrant.

But we do have an arrest warrant.

On what grounds?

Forgive me, Mother, but you have sinned.

A lot.

For example...

Thou shalt not bear false witness.

When you said you accepted Alaïa's offer

for the good of the Church.

But according to Sister Frances,

you rejected that offer,

only to have the archdiocese go over your head.

Thou shalt not steal.

And yet, you put Sister Darby on dish washing duty

so you could swipe her watch and change the time.

Why would I do that?

Because you knew you could get Alaïa Jade

to stand at the western window of that bell tower

at the exact time that she would ring the bells.

Which brings us to...

Thou shalt not kill.

Ms. Tascioni, I am a woman of faith,

but even I understand the burden of proof.

What was it you said?

"If only Alaïa were here to tell us herself."

"Divine light, gold and pure."

Ooh, that sounds familiar.

Isn't that how you described the sunset

which made you dedicate your life to God

- and to this convent? - This is preposterous.

The woman is dead. Even if the Reverend Mother

had spoken to her about the bell tower,

how could she have recorded this?

No, no, no. This is it. This is the one.

"I lose myself in your allure,

your divine light, gold and pure."

Shane Sills had access to Alaïa's cloud.

That voice note was recorded at 5:28 p.m.,

14 minutes before she climbed the bell tower.

At 5:42 p.m.,

the exact time of the sunset.

You knew you could inspire Alaïa Jade to go up that bell tower

with the promise of salvation.

And you used Sister Darby to smite her yourself.

And all because you couldn't bear to see your home

turned into a recording studio.

Mother Constance. Is this true?

No.

Then swear to God.

Swear a solemn oath in truth, in justice, and in judgment.

I can't.

Can you please forgive me?

It's not our forgiveness you need to ask for, Mother.

Constance Mary Cabot,

you are under arrest for the murder of Alaïa Jade.

I just wanted to save our home.

I'm so sorry I wasn't able to do that.

Oh, don't worry.

I did. Sort of.

It turns out, our very successful food drive

got a lot of press, and also the attention

of the Landmarks Preservation Commission.

By law, not only must the convent not be demolished,

but it must be fully restored to its former glory.

It's a miracle!

The Lord works in mysterious ways.

Thank you, Elsbeth.

For giving our convent a second life.

Well, it's in good hands, Mother Frances.

Besides, it was all Alec.

It was all you.

I made the calls because you asked.

This was all you.

It was a lot of me, too.

But it's fine. Optically speaking,

it's a big, fat jackpot for all of us.

Hey, guys? This is...

I'd recognize that face anywhere.

It's good to see you again, Mr. Hannigan.

You haven't changed.

And I don't recognize you at all.

It's been a while, yes.

We'll have to catch up.

- Properly. - Now, come, come.

It's time for our group photo.

Oh, I don't think I should be in...

Get in the photo, Elsbeth!

Okay.

Thank you again for doing this, Mr. Hannigan.

It means a lot to Alec.

Who?

Uh, Alec Bloom? The mayoral candidate?

What happened to Koch?

Mr. Hannigan, Alec Bloom is the boy from your story,

remember?

Oh, yeah. Of course I remember.

Yeah.

I took him to the Grand Canyon.

Mr. Hannigan, you...

you do remember helping a boy

who slept in the East Broadway station in the winter of 1989, right?

Uh, Mr. Hannigan? We're waiting on you.

Yeah.

Okay, everybody, big smiles!

I want to see happy nuns!

- How's my wimple? - It's good.

Look at your mom.

Tell me she isn't falling for Alec Bloom.

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