All language subtitles for Sister.Boniface.Mysteries.S01E01.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG

Indistinct chati'er

man:
Roll up, roll up! Coconut shy!

Three balls per turn, come on.

Crowd cheers

They cheer

crowd cheers: Hooray!

They applaud

she screams

Hello! Hello, excuse me.

Have you come to work on the buses?

No, I am on secondment
to the metropolitan police.

Although, I had no idea
these parts of London was quite so green.

May I trouble you
for directions to Scotland yard?

Turn left at the end of lepers Lane.

Then keep walking for about...

98 miles.

Honks horn

detective sergeant livingstone
I presume.

Sister boniface at your service.

Inspector's at a murder scene
so I'll fill you in on the way! Hop in!

Honks horn
— Felix: Get out the way!

Rotten timing
being Mangold wurzel festival.

World and his wife
trampling all over the crime scene.

Mangold wurzel?

Yes.

Imagine if you will a large
and rather bad—tempered parsnip.

So uncle Tom cobley was trying
to knock the head off old aunt Sally.

Why? What had she done?

Oh, it's a local tradition.
Jolly good fun too

until someone bulls—eyed the head
and out dropped a corpse.

Ok. Thank you, sister.
I can, I can take it from here.

Grace Pearson, 23.
Worked as a housemaid.

Bellamy hall purse in her coat pocket.

A shopping list,
a library ticket and ten Bob

so what do you think?

Well, I think we can rule out robbery.

Ah, Sam Gillespie.

You must be... Fred...

Sister boniface: Felix.

Detective sergeant Felix livingstone
from Hamilton Barbados.

Hamilton Bermuda.

Although there's been a mix up.

I have been, in fact,
seconded to Scotland yard.

Typical met.
Don't know their arses from their elbows

if you'll pardon the language, sister.

Your pardon granted, Sam.
I am predisposed to forgive.

Just put them on unless you want a lecture.

So, could you narrow down time of death?

Well, given it's a melter of a day,
I'd say no more than two hours.

What's under there?

Oh that is interesting.

Look at that! Cadaveric spasm.

It's a rare form of muscular stiffening
associated with violent demise.

Anything I don't know
like cause of death or murder weapon?

Sister boniface: Petechiae in the eyes
suggest asphyxiation.

Let's have a look in her mouth.

Oh gosh!

Dear lord.

What's that?

Hang on a minute.

And...

Your murder weapon identified.

Imagine the scene if you will.

The murderer holds her down
so when she opens her mouth to scream

her airways fill with sawdust.

A slow and terrifying death.

He gasps and coughs

oh, I'm dreadfully sorry, are you alright?
He coughs

what did you do that—...

I think you got a little bit
in your mouth there.

Ds Felix livingstone.

This is wpc Peggy button.
Finest wpc in the county.

I'm the only wpc in the county.

Oh, sir. You might want to take
a statement from miss thimble.

I thought it might have been a lovers tiff.

Miss thimble: / was walking past
and / heard someone say...

”You're a parasite!”

It did seem a little odd.

"You're a parasite?"
Her exact words?

If you say so, dear.

A mummer, eh?

So you didn't get a look at his face?
— Felix: A mummer?

The blokes dressed as haystacks.

Could you manage a stab at the time,
miss thimble?

Oh yes, it was tea time.

Perhaps in terms of an approximate
chronological time?

It was... 1:13 and 17 seconds.

That is very "proximate."

The church clock
had just struck the quarter hour

and is one minute 43 seconds fast.

We're fundraising to have it reset.

Great.

Thank you.

Tom grumbles incoherently

are you getting this down?

I don't speak...

Welsh? — ha UN' frum ra 'ere!

They laugh

there's no flies on you, Tom.

He's from Barbados. — Bermuda.

Bermuda. — I am from Bermuda.

Sam: Bermuda.
— Tom cha'i'i'ers incoherently

arup ee cat' th' basta' who dun it!

We will, Tom.
The mounty always get his man.

It's the local dialect.
You'll get used to it.

I am not planning on staying...

Translation. Tom picked up aunt Sally
from the lucky dip tent at 2pm

failing to notice
there was a body inside.

Now, miss thimble
saw grace arguing with a mummer at...

1:13 and 17 seconds.

Which gives us a murder window of...

46 minutes and 43 seconds.
So, where to next?

Bellamy hall.

Sam: So, halcroft bellamy of bellamy
steel works died six months ago

leaving the lot to his nephews
and niece. Edwin, fabian and electra.

Does grace have any family
we can contact?

She was an orphan.

We had that in common.

Except while she was raised in an
orphanage, we were sent here to my uncle.

Sam: You were very fortunate.

A witness mentioned a lovers tiff.
Did grace have a young man?

I very much doubt it.

Electra filled her head
with all sorts of feministic fancies.

Like women should be independent of men
and have careers. That sort of nonsense.

I see you are a mummer?

Yes. We both were. For our sins.

It's expected of us bellamys.
— he means male bellamys.

I take it you disapprove?

Of the menfolk prancing around
while their womenfolk serve food?

You try prancing around
dressed as a haystack in 70 degree heat.

Right, well do you mind

if sister boniface
takes a look round grace's bedroom?

Who the blazes is sister boniface?

Camera clicks

electra:
Police scientific advisor.

I admire a woman with a career.

My uncle believed that men were created
to serve god

and women to serve men.

Sister boniface: Two careers.
Actually three if you count wine making.

"To grace. With love electra."

"The mind is not a vessel to be filled

but a fire to be kindled."
You were teaching her to read?

All she ever wanted
was to escape a life of domestic servitude.

We were alike in that respect.

She wasn't just...

We were friends.

For years my only friend.

I don't know what I'll do without her.

Here.

Thank you. She sniffs

I thought we were meeting at a laboratory?

Oh, ye of little faith.

Clock bell tolls

evening, reg.

Oi. You're paying for that!

Nuns. Making alcohol?

Our lord asks for poverty,
chastity and obedience.

He didn't say anything about sobriety.

Amen to that.

Felix scoffs

Did her room turn up anything?

Sister boniface: Fact

all library users are issued
with four tickets.

One was found in her purse.

Deduction: Grace borrowed three books.

Two in her room and the third is missing.

However, it's clear from dust patterns
on the bookshelf

it was there no later than this morning.

Stick with it.
There will be a point eventually.

Now, grace was a spit—spot
sort of a girl. Everything in its place.

So she wouldn't mislay a library book
and risk a fine.

Is any of this significant?

Well, sometimes the absence of something
is as significant as its presence.

Right, we'll check with the library.

And we need to do a background check
on the bellamy brothers.

Till then I say we call it a night.

I haven't been in contact
with Scotland yard yet.

Well it's too late now, and the hotels will
all be closed for the wurzel festival.

Nothing for it but to throw yourself
at the mercy of my landlady.

She will have a room?

Well, I'm her only lodger

and they're not exactly
battering down the doors.

On account of mrs clam being...

Well, mrs clam is uh...

Let's just say mrs clam is...

No alcohol.

No helping yourself
to food or drink from the kitchen.

No laundry.

No radios or telephone calls
after 9pm.

And no women.

I know what you policemen are like.

Well, I am engaged to be married.

Congratulations. Who's the lucky girl?

Victoria.

Mrs clam sniffs
two guineas a week.

Oh I'm not planning on stay...

Breakfast and evening meal are provided.

And I hope you're not expecting
any foreign food.

Footsteps approach

what are you doing up at this hour?

Reverend mother Adrian. Just reading.

Sister Peter takes it for her knitting
patterns so it was in her work basket

and removing it seemed perilously close
to breaking the eighth so...

You aren't from memory
much of a knitter.

No, but it has some interesting articles.

"How to keep your husband
honeymoon happy."

Have you something to confess, sister?

Ooh! She giggles

very good. No, no it's

I'll spare you from breaking the ninth
and assume it's to do with your...

"Extra—curricular activities".

Though why the mother house allow it

is a mystery.

Make sure you turn the lights off
when you go.

Bingo.

Sister boniface: Now, we know
grace called in at the shop

on her way to the fair. Fact.

There are seven items
on the sh0pping list

all of which were in her shopping basket
except for one.

A copy of this week's "albion home maker."

Begging the question did the murderer
take it and if so, for what reason?

I've got a feeling you're going to tell me.

Sam: Mrs Arnold's advice.

"My fiance won't go to church on Sunday.
Should I call off the wedding?"

Almost certainly, yes.

You would say that.

Well, mrs Arnold concurs.

Look, "if he is lazy in this instance,
it bodes ill for his character".

My lack of desire to go to church

is only outweighed by my lack of desire
to find a wife, so if you—...

Yes, well anyway, if you look
at the bottom of the page, here.

Sam: "Gp" grace Pearson.

I advise you to go to the police."

I think we need to have a word
with this mrs Arnold.

Oh, yes.

Phone rings

am I to assume
this is to do with grace Pearson?

No comment.

I'm not really feeling
the quid pro quo here, Sam.

She was 23 years old

and her life was taken brutally
and in the cruellest of ways.

Thank you, sister!

See? You only had to ask nicely.

Mrs Arnold. The coppers want a word.

Come on.

Sam: "Dear mrs Arnold. My employer died
recently due to natural causes.

I now suspect it was a murder
but have no proof.

Should I tell someone?
Please don't print this letter." G.P.

No one thought to hand this in?

Well it's called "mrs Arnold's advice" Sam.
Not "mrs Arnold snitches to the police."

Ha, yes, very good.

Ruth:
Halcroft bellamy's obituary.

Took some "wordsmanship" I can tell you
as his demise was a blessing to us all.

Rich as croesus,
but mean as mephistopheles.

The cause of death?

A heart attack at his birthday dinner.

Any suspicious circumstances?

Chief constable lowsley obviously
didn't think so, was one of the guests.

Look, Sam, if anything comes of this

and the nationals get hold of it first
I will make your life a living hell.

And if there's so much as a word of this
in your evening edition

I will return the favour.

Crowd: Ooh!

Well done lads!
Show 'em what coppers are made of!

He chuckles

anyway, it was a ghastly affair.

He made us eat invalid food.

I don't know
what he spent his millions on

but it certainly wasn't his wine cellar.

Lowsley:
Anyway, the interminable meal

was finally coming to an end

when young master bellamy Rose
to propose a toast.

Glass rings

I'd like to raise a glass in toast.

Happy birthday, uncle,
and good health for years to come.

All: Happy birthday.

He chokes

keep the elbow
level with your throwing shoulder!

Bufioon!

Anyway, his nurse was with him in minutes.

Said his ulcer had burst
and brought on a heart attack.

Did anything strike you as suspicious?

Unpleasant old man dies suddenly

and makes his nephews and niece rich
beyond their wildest dreams?

That sort of thing, sir.
— lowsley chuckles

occam's razor, Gillespie.

He was in poor health
and poison wasn't an option

as we all ate and drank the same things.

Whistle blows

action stations!

If you want to speak to the nurse
she's Manning the first aid tent.

Libby... er... Libby,
Libby, Libby, Libby Mayfield.

I went to the library. Grace's missing book
was plutarch's parallel lives.

Heavy reading for a housemaid.

Don't say "I told you so".

I withdrew the only other copy
in the library. Unfortunately...

Sam: How's your ancient Greek?

Decidedly rusty.

She's just being modest.

I need to have a word
with the chief constable. Excuse me.

Ah! You must be the new boy.

Chief constable Hector lowsley.

Detective sergeant livingstone.

Sir. Erm, there seems
to have been a mistake.

I should be at Scotland yard.

Well that's a grade one ballcock.

Someone will be held accountable.

Devil knows who.

So how are you finding
england's green and pleasant?

A bit of a culture shock, sir.

Sister boniface...

I know exactly what you're thinking.

Waste of a brain.

Double starred first from Cambridge.

Phd in biochemical, er, thingamy, you know,

science, which came in jolly useful
during the war I can tell you.

Yes, ml5 wanted her after
but she decided to take the veil.

Ah, women!

Still. The spooks' loss was our gain.

Whistle blows

aye, aye! Let battle commence!

Crowd cheers

with luck and careful management

he could have lived years.

Sadly...

Luck wasn't on his side.

And you diagnosed a heart attack?

The sudden and violent onset of symptoms

were consistent with cardiac arrest
brought on by a burst gastric ulcer.

Abdominal pains, convulsions, hematemesis?

The doctor who attended later
concurred with my diagnosis.

What was mr bellamy like
as an employer?

Cruel, selfish and irascible.

Which begs the question, why did you stay?

He paid well.

Excuse me.

First Mangold injury of the year.
Come this way. Thank you.

Spit it out.

Fact. Grace suspected halcroft
bellamy's death was "unnatural"

and fact. The symptoms described

abdominal pains,
convulsions, hematemesis

are also consistent
with cyanide poisoning.

Sam: Cyanide poisoning.

Query "means" as all the guests
shared the same food and drink.

Felix:
Still waiting on criminal record reports.

Edwin 27, fabian 24. Both single.

Both employed by the family firm.

Dutiful enough nephews by all accounts.

Although fabian had a spot of trouble
at university

and was sent down on a disciplinary matter.

Electra lived at home
until her uncle's death.

Schooled by a governess until she was
old enough to act as her uncle's companion.

Now reads classics
at girton college Cambridge

where she is president
of the feminist society.

Oh, bravo!

Also, halcroft bellamy reported the theft
of a pair of queen Anne candlesticks.

The complaint was withdrawn,
but here is the "crime file" from...

Wpc button.

Good work.

Anything from you, sister?

Post mortem iividity.

So, when the heart stops beating,
blood pools in the body.

In this case leaving the imprint of an
object clutched in her hand at death.

Nothing found on the body
or at the crime scene

but maybe it was removed by the killer.

I'll have to magnify the photograph
and get a clearer image.

So grace confides in mrs Arnold

and on the day it's printed in the magazine
she gets murdered.

The same day the bellamy brothers
were at the fair dressed as mummers.

We need to talk to the bellamys again.
— yeah.

Any luck with Scotland yard?

I'm still trying to track down
the relevant officer to speak to.

Well, we've got this if you need
to make some calls.

Are you ready, sister?

Oh, Roger Wilco, Sam.

She never did grasp "I before e"...

What utter rot.
Of course uncle hal wasn't murdered.

We'd be pretty lousy murderers
to bump him off

in front of the chief constable of police.

I believe all the guests ate
and drank the same that night?

Broth and boiled chicken.

The only other thing
he ate was half a peach.

The same desert every night.

And before you ask it wasn't poisoned
because as always I ate the other half.

My uncle abhorred food wastage.

Now you both took part
in the parade yesterday?

Edwin: Now this is intolerable.

I mean, first you accuse us
of murdering our uncle and now our maid!

Not at all, sir, but grace was
last seen alive with a mummer.

And there was over 30 in the procession and
I'm duty bound to follow up on every one.

Of course, inspector.
Whatever we can do to help.

Sister boniface:
Although doctor locard maintains

the perpetrator brings something to the crime
scene and leaves with something from it...

I doubt he was ever faced
with one of these.

Literally like looking
for a needle in a haystack.

Strange.

Can you confirm
that these belong to your uncle?

Possibly. Why do you ask?

Well, considering
he's been dead for six months

we were wondering who wore them yesterday.

Yes, all three pairs
have fresh grass and mud stains

and the legs on this pair
have been trimmed with a sharp blade

for a wearer of approximately
five foot four and three quarter inches.

Fabian chuckles

oh, you sly old dog.

Yes, alright.

I wore them to the parade so arrest me.

Edwin:
What the hell were you thinking!?

If you'd been found out
all merry hell would have broken loose.

Why did you lie, miss bellamy?

The inevitable lecture from my brother,
obviously.

It was a symbolic act of rebellion.

He laughs

proving that with gender concealed
there is no distinction between sexes.

Our sister doesn't conform

to traditional female roles.

Put a sock in it, fabe.

Look, enough!

Is that all, inspector?

Yes, for now.

We know where to find you
if there's anything further.

Symbolic act of rebellion!

God.

Sister boniface: Yes, something tells me
you're going to like this.

Almost there. Bear with me.

Oh, and...

Voila!

Sam: Is that an f?

I would say possibly
an item of jewellery or cuff links...

I think it's time I brought
fabian bellamy in for questioning...

And I am late for an
optician's appointment.

Just before he died your uncle reported
the theft of two queen Anne candlesticks.

He claimed that they had been taken
by a member of the household.

Did he know about your arrest
for the possession of illegal drugs?

What do you think?

I think you would have been
out on your ear without any inheritance.

And then the candlesticks
mysteriously turned up.

I owed money to the wrong people

so yes,
I resorted to stealing the family silver.

Didn't think
he'd notice the odd candlestick

but when he went to the police
I panicked and...

And you killed him?

He laughs no.

No, I fessed up to Edwin

and on certain conditions he saved my skin.

Got the candlesticks out of hock.

What conditions?

He forced me into
a drying out clinic for dope addicts.

Much as I cursed him at the time

I'm what you see before you now

a sober and responsible member of society.

Fabian:
Don't judge me, inspector.

Our childhood ended when our parents died

and we were sent
to live with a man who hated children.

Edwin coped by playing possum...

Toeing the line,
being groomed for the family firm

forbidden to marry
because uncle didn't approve.

Electra, well...

Electra buried herself in books.

Whereas I...

Chose sweet oblivion.

To fade far away,
dissolve and quite forget.

You said your brother
was forbidden to marry?

.F. A...

And now?

F, e, a, t, h.

Oh... o!

My trip to the optician
was successful on two levels.

Prescription briefly out of date
and a damascene moment

with a snellen chart.

So, under closer magnification there is
a striation you see, look, just here.

This isn't an f.

It's an e.

Electra or Edwin?

Sam: Funny you should say that.

Because fabian bellamyjust coughed
that his brother Edwin

fell in love with his uncle's nurse.

When his uncle found out he hit the roof
and banned the match.

The $64,000 question is...

Why you didn't think to mention
that Edwin bellamy was your fiancé?

I didn't think it relevant.

Halcroft's death left him
free to marry who he choose

without any risk to his inheritance.

A death that you
diagnosed as natural causes

but also indicated cyanide poisoning

as any good nurse would have known.

Libby:
Halcroft bellamy was a monster

who treated those children
like his playthings.

Is it any wonder
that they're all scarred mentally?

Or that if I had suspicions,
that's the reason I kept them to myself.

But it wasn't Edwin.
I can assure you of that.

How so?

Because if he isn't brave enough
to stand up for the woman he loves

then he'd hardly be brave enough
to kill for me.

Felix: Can I ask where you were

two days ago between 1pm and 2pm?

Here on duty.

And before you ask, no, I did not
see any patients during that time.

So if there's nothing else

the Mangold final starts in five minutes

and I'm expecting
a rush of blunt—force traumas.

Can we have your full name for our records,
please?

Elizabeth Joan Mayfield.

Hello, button.

From Scotland yard, sergeant.

"Apologies for the error.

Report to DC! James Scotland yard
at your earliest convenience."

And we were just
getting used to having you around.

She clears her throat

Phone rings

hello?

It's all here in plutarch.

Miss thimble misheard.

Grace didn't say "parasite"
she said parysatis.

A classical poisoner
of some ingenuity it transpires.

Wait! I need to write this down.
Here, take this off me.

Mrs clam: Hello?

Hello?

Don't think about calling back, you hussy!

Right.

So this is what you get up to
when I'm safely asleep in my bed.

Women telephoning in the dead of night!

It's, it's barely gone past nine

and I assure you
there is a perfectly innocent explanation.

That woman, she's, she's a nun.

I don't know what counts as innocent
where you come from

but in this country
it is moral turpitude of the highest order

and I will not have it under my roof!

Nor will you have to
for I shall be leaving tomorrow

for which I am profoundly grateful.

Great slaughter should be called bedlam
as it is peopled with lunatics!

How dare you?

My bill shall be settled before my
departure. I bid you a good night, mrs clam.

He sighs

wait! The sister's got something.

Rendezvous at bellamy hall in the morning.

And you just do as she says?

No, well...

Somewhat annoyingly she is usually right.

I came here to learn
from the cutting edge of modern policing.

Your procedure and systems are
victorian, at best!

And you're partnered with a nun.

Exactly. No one can resist a wimple

and we have the best clean up rate
in the county.

So are you on for a collar before you go?

The only thing I shall be on tomorrow
is the first train to London.

Excuse me.

Doorbell rings

di Gillespie.
I have a warrant to search these premises.

Then you better come in.

Fabian: So, inspector.

Have you and the sister finished
rooting through our valuables?

He sighs

this is all a bit Agatha christie.

Grace suspected that your uncle's death
was due to unnatural causes.

When she raised those suspicions,
she was murdered.

She was an illiterate housemaid
with a head filled with nonsense.

Grace wasn't illiterate,
electra taught her to read.

Sam: Shortly before she died,
she was seen arguing with a mummer.

Now, a witness
overheard her call them a parasite

but what she actually said was a per...

A par... — parysatis.

Parysatis. — and who's she?

The cat's mummer?

The wife of emperor Darius of persia

who, according to plutarch,
poisoned her rival

at a banquet of guests
all dining on the same food.

Just um...

I don't read ancient Greek.

Oh, right. Right.

No, I'm a bit rusty, so...

She clears throat
— just get on with it.

She clears her throat

"so, taking a little bird

parysatis halved it with a little knife

smeared with poison on one side

thus wiping the poison off

upon one part only of the bird.

The undefiled and wholesome part she then
put into her own mouth and ate.

And to stateira she gave the poisoned part

who died in convulsions
and great suffering.

He chokes and groans

Fabian giggles
well, I'm afraid you've lost me.

Well, every night electra shared
a peach with your uncle

only this time his half was lethal.

You taught grace to read
rather too well it seems.

Preposterous.

Not to mention unprovable.

Not if we exhume the body
and test it for traces of cyanide.

I've heard enough.
I'm gonna contact our solicitor.

I believe you need burden of proof
to exhume a body.

Reasonable suspicion will do it.

But as you asked, sister?

Oh yes.

You left a signature
clutched in grace's hand

at the time of death.

And though removed afterwards,
it had already...

Left its Mark.

We found this in your room.

I told her
the wisdom of the world was in plutarch.

I never imagined she'd actually read it.

The alboin homemaker?

Have I taught you nothing, my dear?

What are you doing, electra?

Playing the men at their own game.

What's so compelling
in mrs Arnold's advice?

Give it back. Electra!

Why would you want to go to the police,
grace?

The wisdom of the world, you said.

Contained in one book.

I wanted to surprise you.

But then I realised

you are parysatis.

Muffled screams

Grace was my...

Only friend.

But the summit of her aspirations

was a nice little office job
where she wouldn't be on her feet all day.

Whereas I am destined
to be a someone of significance.

Electra bellamy,
I am arresting you

for the murders of halcroft bellamy
and grace Pearson.

You do not need to say anything,
but anything you...

Edwin: No, she doesn't.

Take my car.

There's money in there and a gun.

Be careful, it's loaded.

Typical that you leave it till now
to surprise me, Edwin.

I tried my best. I'm just sorry it...

I'm sorry I wasn't good enough.

I will shoot anyone who tries to stop her.

Right.

Well.

As it looks like we're in for a wait...

Is anyone up for a rubber of whist?

Only if we're playing for money.

He sighs

train whistle

Miss bellamy.

May I?

Guard whistles

train whistle sounds

They're void in spades.
You should be counting the cards.

I'm sorry. I got distracted
by being held hostage at gunpoint.

Well could the hostage taker
please pass us the port?

Might be here some time.

I think I'd rather get shot.

Gun clicks

three rubbers of bloody whist
and it wasn't even loaded!

Well if I'm not brave enough
to save the woman I love...

I'm hardly brave enough to load the gun.

Oh Edwin.

Ruddy idiot.
They'll still throw the book at you.

Being an accessory after the fact,
false imprisonment...

And assaulting a police officer
with a card game...

I don't expect you to wait.

He's right, you are an idiot.

I fell in love with you.
I never expected you to change.

Ah button. Impeccable timing as always.

Mr bellamy's car was found
near the station, sir. Abandoned.

We thought it might have been stolen.

Right, arrest him.
Come on! What are you waiting for?

Right you are, sir.

Arrest him for what, sir?

Where are you heading again?

Oxford. A meeting with my tutor.

Sister boniface:
It's a tragedy worthy of grecian epic.

Orphans imprisoned in a gilded tower,
guarded by a monster.

Poor children.

They never stood much chance
of a happy ending.

How long will Edwin get in prison?

It depends on the charges.

False imprisonment
alone should get him life.

Well the gun was unloaded
so technically he wasn't armed.

And I'd hardly call a rubber of whist
a hostage situation.

The law won't see it that way.

Although it would be quite a headline.

"Police inspector
forced to play whist at gunpoint!"

Stop the train!

Stop! Stop! Stop the train!

Scotland yard. How exciting.

No doubt you'll be glad
to see the back of great slaughter.

Oh, I will.

Guard on speaker:
Next stop bicesten

change for the botley line
and trains for basingstoke.

That's me.

I thought you were getting off at Oxford.

My tutor lives on the outskirts.
It's as quick to get the bus from bicester.

I must ask you to remain
here, miss bellamy.

I must beg to differ, sarge.

Brakes squeal

Sam: Quid pro quo.

Buy you a drink to say thanks?

He's a long way from home.

Someone should be with him
when he wakes up.

Sir. Edwin bellamy, sir.

What am I charging him with?

Possession of an unlicensed firearm.

Victoria: Felix...

Felix...

Victoria.

Felix.

You're here?

He's awake.

You have a visitor.

You're quite the hero.

Electra bellamy was arrested at the scene

and is now being held for trial
at hmp sonning.

You made the front page!

I think they overestimate...

The lord lieutenant
was extremely chuffed.

So much so and given that his
brother—in—law is the commissioner

for the metropolitan police...

They've agreed that
we can hang on to you for a while!

That's... — he laughs

that's... that's...

No, it'... it's my pleasure.
It's all decided. Congratulations.

Thank you.
— I think he's pleased.

Yes.

Felix: Thank you.

Sister boniface: I know what we should do,
we should celebrate!

Lowsley: I've got to tee off
in half an hour so I can't hang around.