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Oh, I don't know.

Well, hurry up.

We'll join the fun group over there.

Incredible. Sister Lawrence, what was the matter? There was no meat delivery.

To feed you this weekend, I have only the dog food.

The Reverend Mother, she is torturing me.

I cancelled the delivery because you won't be cooking here this weekend,

Lawrence. Why not?

Because I'm taking you all away.

And a trip.

A trip, Reverend Mother? Yes.

I haven't decided where yet, but it will be a lot more fun than this, I promise

you.

How exciting!

She must have had some good news.

Or drunk some very good wine.

It is rather odd, isn't it?

If the Reverend Mother wants to thank us for a weekend away from this place, we

ain't gonna stop her!

There are stunning views, hillside hawks, and most importantly, a chapel.

Most importantly, a swimming pool.

I can't believe you know the owner, sister.

Baz has certainly gone up in the world since I worked for him.

Thank the Lord this place was available.

We shall indeed give a prayer of thanks.

But in the meanwhile, a little explore.

Follow me, sisters.

What about the luggage?

Oh, it's completely safe.

We have the place entirely to ourselves.

She's being so nice.

Yes. I hope she's not ill.

I'm more worried about what she's got in that thing.

Just look around you, sisters.

I knew you'd like it, sister.

You make whatever you like tonight, as long as it's not too spicy.

So, is there a plan for the weekend, Reverend Mother? Just two days of good,

wholesome fun.

We brought this place through, Baz? So did we.

Charity? Is that you?

Bridie.

I don't believe it.

So you work with Charity in Soho?

Yeah, at Baz's gentleman's club.

20 years ago, I was a bookkeeper.

Bridie and me had so much fun.

We did.

Then she turned into little Miss Goody Two -Shoes.

Were you a bookkeeper as well, Miss Charity?

No, darling, I was into customer relations.

Oh?

Your friend Vivian has a very lovely tan, especially given this recent

weather. It's not real.

It's fake.

It comes from this.

Miles invented his own fake tan. It's better for your skin, and it never

He's such a clever boy.

Fantastic.

Baz has double booked, and he's leaving us to sort it out. Well, we're not going

anywhere. No, we can't. Charity's birthday tomorrow.

Great. There goes our weekend. Just a moment.

We also have plans.

I'm sure this house is big enough for all of us. What fun.

In that case, you must all come to my party tomorrow. We're having it on the

roof. Oh, that's very kind of you.

Right, sisters, let's go to our first activity.

And the lawn brings sensible shoes.

She looks pretty healthy to me, sister.

Anthony enjoys her sport, but I thought it would be fun if we all had a go.

With this garden, I could finally make it like I do en France.

A round of applause for Mrs. Lawrence.

Oh, merci.

Sisters, let us express our gratitude for today.

Dear Lord, we thank you almighty God that we're playing charades. Come and

us.

Oh, could we, Reverend Mother?

We have wine.

To be fair, it does sound fun.

Three words. Book.

The whole. How that if something roots.

Hard time.

Hard time.

Is Mr.

Sattik your boyfriend?

Oh, no, darling, I'm happily married.

Sattik's just one of my lovers.

Little, tiny, little, we must have made fun.

You should have seen what she got up there, you know, before she saw the

I think I need to get some water.

Charity, here, please.

Don't say anything about... You know, even as a joke.

Why?

Want to get you into trouble with your teacher?

Ladies, Japanese lover!

I must say that I'm impressed with your fake tan.

I bet you'll make a fortune.

I won't. Hey.

Someone might, though. One word.

Oh. Uh, dodgy. Uh, shady.

Bent. Seriously, shut your trap, will you? Ooh, Bridie.

Did we give up humour as well as sex?

Is this the Reginald?

interest you in a Bloody Mary.

We late for prayers?

Yes.

I'm afraid she's dead.

Thank you for bringing me my kit, Peggy.

Don't mention it.

Your fellow guests are interesting.

That's one word for them.

What are we looking at?

Well, no sign of physical injury.

Apart from...

His husband is Russell Gray.

He's been in Sardinia the past week. The Italian police are locating him to give

him the news.

What is it, sister?

An alcoholic beverage with notes of horseradish.

Horseradish? Not your usual table.

Sister, do you think it might be poisoned?

Quite possibly.

Right.

Gas chromatography will tell us what it is.

Peggy, I'm going to need you to head back to the lab again for me. Not a

problem, sister.

Any signs of anyone else in the room? Yes, actually.

I found three different hairs on that blanket alone.

What? Three?

What were three of them doing in the bed together?

Well, as Sam said, they're... Interesting.

I wonder if this document had her name on it.

Tan Trezor.

Golden tan, completely safe, all year round.

Another fake tanning lotion.

How intriguing.

I'm very sorry about your friend.

Charity was more than a friend. She was a sexual muse.

Why is she here?

Well, Sister Boniface is our scientific advisor.

But that's a clear conflict of interest.

Everyone saw the argument Charity had with that other nun last night.

Bridie?

Sister Reg?

Well, Charity clearly had some dirt on her. Very emotive, Inspector.

Of course, we'll look into that.

And what is your occupation, Mr Fletcher?

I'm a hedonist inventor.

And you?

Miss Ashbrook.

Hairdresser.

And pleasure seeker.

And you, sir?

I'm Dr. Suffolk Bowes. A doctor?

I have a practice in London, on Windfall Lane.

My weeks are stressful.

This is how I choose to relax.

It beat golf.

I can imagine.

How long had charity been part of your, um...

Group? Six months?

I invited her to join.

She was my gift to Miles.

She was your gift to your boyfriend?

Yes.

Vivian already had me.

You see? But Charity was married.

Not that any of us actually ever met her husband. She barely mentioned him.

Except to joke about how loaded he was.

We keep our weekends together entirely separate from the rest of our lives.

That's the only way it can work.

Miss Ashbrook, might I possibly borrow that ring?

Why? She doesn't need to explain.

Thank you.

I'll also need to take hair samples.

From all of you. What?

May her soul, through the mercy of God, rest in peace. Amen.

Right, sisters, meet at the front in half an hour.

Don't forget your wellies.

We won't keep you longer than necessary, Reverend Muller.

That's all right, Inspector. We're not going anywhere till after the picnic

tomorrow.

Sister Reg, may we have a word, please?

Yes.

I gather that Charity was an acquaintance of yours.

Yes.

Over close.

Then we lost contact.

Charity got upset when I became a nun.

She didn't have much time for God.

If you'll excuse us a moment.

So, I checked Sister Reggie's room, as you requested, and I found this

in the wardrobe.

I'm running the gas chromatography test as we speak.

It has the same notes of horseradish.

I'm also checking the vial for prints. Thank you, sister.

This was found in your wardrobe, sister.

I've never seen it before.

Anyway, how would I know where to get poison from? I'm no gardener.

So why did you and Charity argue?

I was worried she was going to get me in trouble.

Back when I used to do her wages, I'd sometimes get the numbers wrong.

You'd cook the books?

Only to help her.

Look, she was young, and the men there had taken advantage of her.

Dealing her tips.

So I'd give her extra.

Off the books.

Told her to put it aside for a rainy day.

And you were afraid that she would tell Reverend Wada? Of course.

What is illegal?

For killing people?

I sort of renounced that.

Thank you for collecting the spectrometer, Peggy.

I didn't mind.

Oh, is St Vincent's being redecorated?

Not that I know of. Why?

Just that Lord Sedgwick was showing this man around the convent. The man had a

tape measure.

How interesting.

Any news, sister?

Um, well, the chromatography shows the poison to be

aconite, also known as wolfsbane.

I found a plant behind the swimming pool. Some leaves have recently been

off. Right, well, that's our source, then.

In other news, the vial had no fingerprints and Charity's glove had

own. Well, that's good news for Sister Reginald, but it doesn't give us much to

go on. Sister Reginald seems to know that the poison came from her garden.

Yes, I'm putting that down to a lucky guess.

I believe our murderer saw Sister Reg argue with the victim last night and

decided impulsively to frame her.

Well, so we can cross off Sister Reginald's name.

Not until we find out who actually did it, Sister.

Yes, of course.

So Miles is with Vivian, but then he's also with Charity.

Don't worry, Felix.

I'm still trying to get my head around it, too.

Bingo.

Embedded in Vivian's ring was a fragment of human hair. The morphology and

microscopic features match Charity.

So?

Charity said a lot more than her hair with us.

The root end indicates the hair was recently pulled from the scalp.

After further examination, I discovered...

A clump of hair had been pulled from Charity's head.

Was that all part of your fun and games?

And a scratch on Charity's face.

Fine.

Me and Charity argued yesterday.

Why?

Because Miles admitted he'd been seeing her outside.

In the real world.

They'd broken your rules.

You must have felt betrayed.

I did.

For a moment.

I pulled Charity's hair.

Hard. Then she apologized and we were fine again.

That's it.

Can you see why this makes you a suspect?

I had a bad moment.

But the love Miles and I share is without bounds.

I could sleep with you tonight.

I know you would completely forgive me.

Or her.

Fish bones, made for charcoal drawing.

So, do you think I did it?

No, of course not.

And neither does Sam.

Glad to hear it.

I can't believe they're trying to frame Sister Reginald.

Makes me want to strangle them.

I'd refrain if you possibly can, Sister Lawrence.

How was the book reading?

Wonderful. We read Three Men in a Boat. Reverend Mother remembered it was my

favourite.

Thoughtful. And the bird watching? Sister Jacob's thing.

Yeah, cool.

Wherever Mother is being curiously kind, something's not right.

Well, none of this makes sense.

Why she brought us here, why she kept us here despite everything.

Let's just try and enjoy it.

I agree.

Get some clothes on.

Leave us alone.

Boy means.

What are they like?

Well, it was nice when it lasted.

Qu 'est -ce que c 'est, sister? What is it?

Gosh.

It's the same background as the piece I found up there in Charity's bedroom.

So is the clue.

Possibly.

Care to give me a hand piecing this thing together, sisters?

Look, someone there.

What's going on here, sisters?

A real live jigsaw, Reverend Mother.

They could have, Sister Boniface, sold the cave.

Many hands made light work.

Come on, sisters.

Here,

last

two pieces.

We can see anyway.

Yes, thank you, sisters.

Right, Sister, let's have a look.

No, we're still missing one piece.

I'm sure we'll get the drift.

Holy Mary, Mother of God.

Oh, la, la.

Well, Charity was always looking for creative ways to make that.

She hates being dependent on her husband. I understood that.

We all did, Miles.

Come on, a male strip club.

It's almost sweet how shocked you are by this, Inspector.

No, I'm all for equality.

Just I don't believe for a second that she wouldn't have told you lot about it.

Or that she would have torn up her own poster.

See, just arrest that cockney nun and leave us to our grief.

This is a strange looking grief.

Is it Charles's favourite song?

It's her birthday today.

And she wouldn't want us moping around.

Which is why we don't have her party.

Oh, cool.

You're gone.

Thank you for coming.

It's grief time now.

Well, one of them must know why this thing's torn up.

What on earth is that?

Oh.

I believe it's what's called a jamming session.

Reverend Mother's indulging the highly musical Sister Harold.

Further evidence that the devil has the best songs.

Spoilsport. Yes, yes. Sister Peter is a fine addition to St. Joseph's, I

promise.

Thank you, Reverend Mother.

Looking for the gardening tips, sister?

This was amongst fiction.

And there's a chapter on dangerous plants.

Might be worth checking for prints.

Charity's husband has been found on Sardinia.

He's been informed and he's on his way to the UK.

What a chap.

Sister?

Why are you interested in Fig Tan?

Something Miles said.

Oh, and the results are in.

Golly.

They share an identical chemical makeup.

Identical? That's unlikely, isn't it?

Miles told me someone else would be profiting from his invention.

So Tantra's restored the formula for Miles?

Well, there's one way to find out.

Nobody told my invention.

I just got off the phone to the painting office.

Yesterday, they rejected your fake tan application.

And? Well, it turns out last week, someone applied with the exact same

Charity.

Must have been a punch in the gut.

So, what did you do? I told Vivian.

And that's when it came out that I'd been seeing Charity.

Did you confront Charity? I didn't want to ruin her birthday.

Oh, come on.

She stole your idea. She was making money that was rightfully yours.

Maybe even a small fortune.

A small fortune?

With all the fake tans on the market nowadays? Come on, she was making a

of quid at most.

She did crazy things, and that's why I was in love with her.

And I would give all of my future inventions to have her back again.

I didn't buy it.

We'll need to find out how much money Charity's making from Tantris.

Her accountant wouldn't know.

Sister, what is it?

That book on plants.

It had just one set of prints on it.

I found it in my room.

I didn't know what to do.

Concealing evidence is a serious matter, Sister Reginald. I trust you're not

going to lock her up just for touching a book, Inspector. I will spare her that

for now. But you will stay in your room under Peggy's supervision.

And let's hope for your sake we identify the killer. And soon.

I'm told libertines have done it this time.

I have complete confidence.

That's Sister Boniface reported.

And now, on to the weekend.

And Sister Frances' favorite activity?

Embroidery. Come, sisters.

Get her out before the picnic. Better not free her from this incarceration.

Let's just say she's been taken care of.

If we hurry, we can still make the picnic.

Stop her, sister!

You all right?

Not really.

Any joy feelings?

Right, so I was able to track down Charity's accountant, who told me

much she earned from Tan Tracer.

And?

Seven pounds and eight shillings.

Is that all?

Darn it. But here's the thing.

Charity herself was already worth a fortune.

Really? Yes, so it seems that she saved all of her money during the Soho years,

and in 1961, she invested in a betting shop.

Since when gambling has exploded?

Exactly. She now owns a dozen betting shops.

Clever girl.

Right, we need to find out who benefits from Charity's death.

Ah, that's if you have the will.

OK.

I'm not going to lie, sister.

It's not looking good for Sister Reg. I know.

I keep thinking about that poster.

Right. So given the fragment under the couch, somebody tore it up about here,

then took the pieces over to the window and scattered them outside.

But the question is why.

Quite.

The missing piece.

Great. Perhaps I should look at that.

Thank goodness for that.

72 Windfall Lane.

Windfall Lane?

Isn't that where Dr.

Sattvik's practice is?

Oh, yes.

He's in number 70.

Until Charity showed me the poster yesterday, I thought next door was going

be a bar.

Your patience, the judge is an aristocrat.

Not known for their open mind.

Hard to imagine they'd be happy to get their bunnies removed next door to a

strip club.

All right.

I asked her not to go ahead with it.

And what did she say?

She just laughed.

I could not persuade her.

So, what did you do?

A male strip club would have been a huge scandal.

I was confident the government would prevent it from opening.

So apart from tearing up that poster and swearing at her, I did nothing.

Look, you've already apprehended the person who did this.

So please, leave us alone.

I think he's holding back.

Mind you, I think everyone's holding back.

So, according to Charity's solicitor, all of her wealth goes to her husband,

Russell. That make sense?

But it doesn't help when it frees Sister Reginald.

Come on, Felix.

Let's hear and ask Sister Reginald if there's anything else she failed to

mention.

Poor Sister Reginald. She must be so scared.

Do help yourself.

And don't worry.

I hear nuns are really popular in the neck.

Not even French cheese?

Philistines?

You never peel with fake tan.

What?

Vivienne's tan isn't fake, it's real.

Which means she must have been somewhere very hot recently.

Where is that cheese from, Siddha?

Italy.

The maggots keep it away.

The maggot? The Italians get flies to lay eggs on the curd.

Not even the French will go that far.

Italy.

I wonder.

Tell Sam and Felix to meet me on the roof.

Quick as you can, sister.

Where?

I see you were in Sardinia recently with Charity's husband, Russell.

A client, perhaps? Or maybe he's more than that.

What are you talking about?

Charity had considerable wealth.

She was also, well, not entirely faithful.

I surmise that Russell decided to take drastic action.

But as sole inheritor, he knew that he'd be the main suspect.

So he approached you.

How am I doing so far?

You agreed to do the deed this weekend while Russell was safely away in Italy.

In return, no doubt, for a significant share of Charity's inheritance.

I know you're trying to save your friend.

But really, this is desperate.

What's going on?

Miss Marple here reckons I poisoned Charity.

And that I'm working with Russell.

Well, we were both with Vivian when Charity mixed their drink last night.

Exactly. She couldn't have poisoned her.

Gosh.

Careful there, sister.

But then why change her mind?

What's she on about now?

Oh, yes.

Of course.

Your initial plan was to make Charity's death look like an accidental fall. But

then she invited 15 nuns to her party.

15 potential witnesses.

So you changed to poison.

That doesn't really make any sense either.

Yes. Don't you think we would have noticed Vivian pushing Charity off the

Bingo.

You were all in on it.

You were all going to say that you saw Charity slip and fall over the edge.

Why would we all team up to murder Charity?

Your individual gripes have distracted us, but I can see now.

That you planned Charity's murder for one simple reason.

Greed. You all wanted her money.

Not just a pretty face then, sister.

So, which of you actually poisoned her?

We all did.

Happy birthday, sexy.

21 again.

I love you.

Love you too, darling.

Manhattan.

Extra strong.

Just the way I like it.

To love.

To love. To love.

Poor girl.

Save your tears.

Set them through yourself.

Looks like our first plan won't be wasted after all.

How dare you!

You let her go or you'll have us to deal with.

Not so full of yourselves now, are you?

Everything all in hand, sister?

I hear Bohemians are very popular behind bars.

I'm curious. Which one of you put the poison into Charity's drink?

Oh, they won't betray each other. Their love is unbreakable.

It's a shame, given the years off you can get for cooperation.

It was something.

What? No, no, no, no. We were in it together. Well, you were the one that

actually put the poison in her drink. Well, Miles was going to push her off

roof. I wasn't.

Yes, you were.

You were the one who insisted it had to be this weekend.

No, I didn't. Did.

So much for their unbreakable love.

I've been erected off the plane. I'll get back.

I would have loved to have seen his face.

Multiple perpetrators.

Gosh. Yes.

Looks like murder on the Orient Express.

Yes, Felix.

Yes, it is.

Very impressive.

Shall we go and get your friend, sister?

Finally.

Are you sure you want to join us, Reverend Mother? Quite sure. I'm going

and give thanks for our weekend.

Meet me out the front in an hour, ready for the picnic.

Mother, I meant to tell you, I've had some, well, very exciting ideas about

Christmas at St. Vincent's. I would love to discuss them with you.

Em, just enjoy yourself while you're here, sister.

early, which is ironic given your timekeeping the last couple of days.

Apologies again for my erratic attendance, Reverend Mother.

I appreciate how tolerant you've been with me. Oh, I'm glad you've noticed.

Oh, that's why you didn't tell me off. The investigation was my treat. I had

actually planned a murder mystery game, but...

Seems it wasn't necessary after all.

Thank you.

River Mother, I believe that you are about to share some very bad

news with us about the convent.

I think that's why you brought us here.

Why you insisted on staying on.

And why you've given everyone such a marvellous time.

Because...

It's all about to end.

Nothing gets past you, does it, sister?

I wanted one last chance for us to be together.

Happy. Thinking only of the present.

Because I wasn't counting on everything that's happened.

I won't lie.

The prospect of sharing these tidings terrifies me.

There will be shock.

And sadness, of course.

But there will also be enormous gratitude for everything that you've

us.

I won't say anything to the others.

I know you won't.

Reverent Mother.

We wanted to thank you for spoiling us this weekend.

So after our embroidery session, we made you a little gift.

Oh.

Oh, that is the loveliest thing.

But I don't feel I deserve this. You see, I have some sad news to

share.

Our family, our happy family...

It's to be broken up.

You see, St Vincent's will be sold to a property developer.

They will create homes on the land and turn the convent

into flesh.

Soon we will all be dispersed across the country.

Which is why I wanted this weekend...

For us all to be together one last time.

I don't want to be dispersed.

I want us to stay together.

Is there nothing we can do?

Believe me, I've examined every possibility, but...

How

about we all hold hands, sisters?

Whatever happens in the future, wherever we all end up, we will

always, always be a family.

Amen.