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Lily Lustre, by Minerva.

Apply in...

seconds.

She might as well have a price on her forehead.

Do we really want shiny shoulders?

Jean: Stay lovely for hours.

Why not also try Affinity, Minerva's latest face powder?

Matches your skin tone

and keeps the shine off your nose,

hour after hour.

Matching skin tones indeed.

My grandmother bled herself with leeches to look paler.

Very sensible.

Jean: As the evening sets in,

don't forget Kiss --

for exciting, inviting lips.

What will your lips say about you?

That I look like a hussy?

Jean: Minerva.

Be the woman you want to be --

day and night.

TV Announcer: Next week, your local Minerva sales team

will be calling in on Little Sockford,

Middleton, and Great Slaughter.

Well, they'll not be getting a penny out of me!

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Button: It's been three whole months

since the Minnies were last here.

Gillespie: I've missed them, too, Button.

Must be lovely for Mary. Back selling on home turf again.

Not sure her husband agrees, Sister.

Doesn't Alfie sell cosmetics as well?

- You're embarrassing me. - No, Alfie.

You're embarrassing yourself.

- There's my Minnie. Iris! - Iris: Hi, Peggy.

- How are you? - Iris: Yeah, great.

- It's my birthday! - Really?

Happy birthday.

Jean: Hello, Great Slaughter!

Minerva here to make you even more beautiful!

See you at the meeting, girls.

You're such a little hippo, Iris.

One look at the women of Great Slaughter

tells us they need more Minerva in their lives.

Now, this place won't be easy, but remember,

there's no such thing as bad territory,

- only... - All: Bad sales girls.

Some exciting news.

Our Top Salesgirl this week will take home

this box of Pablo Rabano goodies.

I love Pablo Rabano!

Mary: I wouldn't get too excited, Iris.

Mary is the girl to beat. As per usual.

Now...

Some bad news.

Total sales are still down on last year.

There's no room for passengers in my team.

Which is why the Minnie

who "sells the least will be released".

Alright, team.

Let's make these women beautiful.

Livingstone: Right. Right, okay.

Goodbye, Victoria.

I love you, too.

Right, okay. Bye. Bye.

What was it this time? Cake decorations?

- Flowers? - Bridesmaids.

Peggy?

Victoria and I would like to ask you to be our second bridesmaid,

after Lilly.

- Button: Me? - Livingstone: Yes.

Oh, my goodness. It's a dream come true.

Thank you, Sarg.

- No worries. - Excellent choice, Felix.

I assume that you've decided on a best man?

Do I have to have a best man?

- Yes, of course! - Livingstone: Right.

So, what qualities should I be looking for?

Well, I'd start with charisma.

You've got the speech, the stag party.

You want a fun guy. A man's man.

Right.

I'll think about it.

Thank you, Sam.

Well, don't take too long.

Come on. I mean, who else is he going to choose?

- Hello, ladies. - Don't waste your breath, Mary.

- We're not interested. - I might be interested.

What might I be interested in?

I'm holding a Minerva party at my house tomorrow morning.

A "party"?

There'll be tea, chocolate treats,

and lots of free samples.

How wonderful. Vera and I would love to come!

- What? - Great. You too, Sister?

Oh, well, yes! It does sound jolly good fun.

Though, I'm hardly your ideal customer.

Oh. Come along anyway.

And you, Peggy.

I won't. Thank you, Mary.

- Iris is my Minnie. - Oh. Iris is sweet.

Just a bit expensive.

I promise to beat her price on anything.

I'll even throw in a free makeover.

Oh. Wow.

I'd love to attend, Mary, thank you.

Girls only, I'm afraid, Inspector.

Which reminds me,

my husband finds female independence

a little tough to handle.

So, ladies, please keep this to yourselves.

A secret party?

Oh. Hello. My name is Iris. I'm with Minerva.

- How are you? - Busy.

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- Button: Iris! - Hi, Peggy.

- Happy Birthday. - Iris: Oh, you're so sweet.

30th of August. The same as my nan's.

So, how's your day been?

Not great.

I'm worried, Peggy.

I found out the Minnie who finishes bottom this week

loses her job.

Oh, that won't be you, though. You're great at selling.

- Not anymore. - Why? What's happened?

It's complicated.

I saw Mary laughing at you earlier.

Yeah. She does that a lot now.

She tried to get me along to her Minerva party tomorrow.

I told her I would never go behind your back.

Thanks, Peggy.

I need all my customers to be as loyal as you.

If not, I'm out of a job.

None of my team gave me a card, you know?

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I love a good party.

Mrs. Clam: This isn't a real party, Dottie.

Mary wants us to buy her wares.

I'm not sure why you bothered coming, Vera.

I came to see if any respectable women from this village

were demeaning themselves.

Thankfully, they're not.

Waterproof mascara.

All thanks to Isododecane.

Fascinating.

Hello, ladies. I'm Jean, Mary's boss.

Yes. We've seen your shoulders.

Well, I hope you approved, Mrs...?

Clam.

Why don't you ladies tell me about your beauty routine?

Soap, water, cold cream.

And the odd dab of Vaseline on my problem areas.

- Lovely. - I have two baths every day.

- More on Bank Holidays. - I see.

And you, Sister?

Oh, well,

St Vincent's is something of a cosmetics void, I'm afraid.

"Paleness is close to Godliness",

as Reverend Mother says.

Maybe you and I could create a range

the Catholic Church would approve of.

Flawless Moisturiser.

A holy combination of frankincense,

myrrh, and benzoin oil.

Helps my skin and reminds me of my Mass commitments.

Your conscience is clear.

Make sure your skin is, too...

With Flawless.

From the Divinity range.

Miss Thimble: Oh, I won't be buying anything.

Pink packaging. Frightfully unlucky for a Leo.

Fascinating. Excuse me, ladies.

Mary: Iris.

I did try knocking.

I needed a new mascara sample.

- Help yourself. - Thank you.

Actually, do you mind if I stay and watch your demo?

See how it should be done?

Be my guest.

So, as you can see,

my Affinity face powder is still doing its job

nearly two hours after applying it.

I'll just give it a tiny top up...

...and finally, a little Kiss.

And there we are.

Thank you.

Now, who'd be interested in a third off anything

- in the catalogue? - Women:

Mary: Great. I'll --

Ooh -- I'll get my notebook.

- Are you alright? - This is cosy.

Oh, dear.

I think this "party" might be over.

Tell your "friends" to leave, Mary.

Oh, oh. Oh! Alfie!

What is happening to me?

Women:

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The poor thing. She seemed very determined.

Jolly persuasive, too.

Could you "persuade" us how she died, Sister?

Well, hands shaking, speech slurring.

It all rather points to poison.

Putting these under a microscope

will hopefully give us the "flavour".

This was in Mary's bedside table.

Gillespie: I'm guessing this is a list

of Mary's Minerva customers.

And I wonder what those hearts are for?

Button: And this was at the back of her wardrobe.

- Gillespie: - Livingstone: Oh, my.

Clearly we're in the wrong job.

Gillespie: We're sorry for your loss, Mr. Flint.

This is a bad dream. It has to be.

You seemed quite upset at your wife's involvement in Minerva.

It looked like I couldn't providing for her.

Did that worry you, what people thought?

It would worry any man with an ounce of self respect.

How is your business doing, Mr. Flint?

Well, thank you.

It seems that...

Mary's was, too.

You were clearly threatened by your wife's independence.

Then you found out she was using your home as a showroom.

- Was that the final straw? - You honestly think I did this?

Well, given your resentment and your access to poisons --

The first I heard of this "party"

was when one of my customers told me.

I came home right away,

but it had already been going on for hours.

So, how could I have poisoned her?

- Which customer was this? - Henrietta Tiggs.

Look, Mary embarrassed me, I admit that.

But I would never have hurt her.

I may not have always shown it, but I loved that woman

with every fibre of my being.

Victoria wants me to should choose a best man

who can advance my career.

- Really? - Oh, there you are.

Microscopy reveals black pigmentation at the base.

- Which tells us...? - The poison is Thallium.

Ever so destructive in Agatha's "The Pale Horse".

Also to be found in common rat poison.

- Excellent. - So, how was she poisoned?

Uh, well, a symptom of slow thallium poisoning is hair loss.

But Mary had a full head of hair,

suggesting this was a heavy dose,

absorbed not long before her demise.

Which led me to this. Her face powder.

Full of ground Thallium granules.

She was murdered by her make up?

Switched, one imagines, with Mary's regular face powder.

No identifiable finger prints other than Mary's, sadly.

However, I am confident

that the murderer will have left traces

of the contaminated powder somewhere.

Any chance of a timeframe?

By my calculations, Mary began absorbing the poison

one to two hours before her passing.

So between 10:00 and 11:00 a.m.

Well, Alfie's customer, Mrs. Tiggs,

says she brought him news of the party just before midday.

Which, on the surface, rules Alfie out.

Unless, of course, Alfie actually found out yesterday.

I will check Alfie's stocks of thallium.

Surely any of the women at that party

could have swapped the powder.

I noticed Mary seemed rather cross with Jean at one point.

That's worth following up.

And, um, Peggy's Minnie, Iris, also seemed rather tense.

Probably because Mary had stolen her customers.

Alright, Button, do the usual background checks

- on these three. - Yes, Sir.

Felix, I want you to do some digging on Alfie.

I'm going to follow up this argument between Jean and Mary.

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Honestly, Tom, it was terrible.

I was just about to put an order in.

I'd decided I did want

shiny shoulders after all.

Is that... treasure?

Oh, do share.

Spoilsport.

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You want us to go selling tomorrow?

That's what Mary would have wanted.

Besides, someone has to win this.

Might I have a word?

Jean: Of course.

See you in the morning, ladies.

Gillespie: Replacing Mary already?

I still have a business to run.

Might I ask what you were doing at Mary's party?

For market research.

I learn so much from talking to my customers.

And how was your relationship with Mary?

I love all my girls, obviously.

But Mary...

Her drive, her hunger...

She reminded me of me.

You were seen arguing with her at the party.

We were negotiating.

She thought she deserved a higher commission,

given her success.

- And did you agree? - No.

But as I said to her, I respected her for asking.

Oh. Mary put a heart by some of her customers' names.

Do you have any idea why?

I don't, sorry.

Do you mind if I keep that list, for our sales records?

It's all yours -- once our investigation's over.

Mary was no angel, you know.

- Gillespie: How do you mean? - I saw her with Iris...

about a month ago.

You're completely unlovable, you know.

That's the trouble with you, Iris...

apart from your short legs and very average looks.

I'm not unlovable.

Mary: So why did your mother get rid of you?

Iris: She was forced to give me up.

I trusted you with that, Mary.

Whoops.

Poor rejected Iris.

You've never belonged.

And you don't belong with us either.

Jean: That girl could sell.

But she could also make enemies.

Mm.

It was all a misunderstanding.

I'd accidentally sold to one of Mary's customers.

Mary thought I'd done it deliberately.

But by the sounds of it, she was rather unkind to you.

Jean has told us she was making fun of you

because you were adopted?

Jean told us we should treat our Minerva team like our family.

That's why I'd told the girls about my past.

Big mistake.

After that, Mary started teasing me,

turning the other Minnies against me.

And stealing your customers.

It's been hard.

Why didn't you just leave?

Because Minerva is my dream job.

Mary thought she could bully me into giving up.

I decided to prove her wrong.

That must have made you so angry.

That's why I went to the party.

To show Mary I wasn't scared of her.

That she'd underestimated me.

Like everyone else in my life.

Part of me was furious with Mary.

But I'd never have hurt her.

I'd never hurt anyone.

Gillespie: A team of competitive girls.

Maybe not the best environment

for someone as sensitive as Iris.

But would she have murdered Mary for bullying her?

- Hmm, I have my doubts. - Mm.

And you checked Alfie's thallium stocks?

All accounted for.

I even checked with the chemists in the area.

None of them report selling anything to Alfie.

Although, they have sold a lot of rat poison recently.

It turns out that the summer is peak rat infestation season.

Bad news for rats and for us.

I feel like we need to get closer to the Minerva operation.

Check if Jean's argument with Mary

really was over eyeliner commission.

And why is she so keen to get a hold of Mary's customer list?

Mm. Well, we know that Jean wants a replacement for Mary.

They've already seen Peggy in uniform.

And who else could pass as a Minerva girl?

- They're still at it. - Gillespie: Who are, Mrs. C?

Those lipstick girls.

The women of Great Slaughter

won't let a stranger into their homes

with a killer on the loose.

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Hmm.

Mrs. Clam: All this time, I thought a makeover

was a sort of cake.

This is a terrible idea.

And who is going to look after the post office?

Gladys is more than capable

of holding down the fort I'm sure.

The ladies of Great Slaughter are in great peril, Mrs. Clam.

Maybe so, but there's not a chance in hell

that woman will hire me.

She will if you convince her you can make her money.

And you said yourself Minerva needs someone

the locals can trust, Mrs. Clam.

Well, that's the best I can do.

Mrs. Clam: Have you lost your tongues?

Wow...

Awful-ly original, Mrs. Clam.

Mrs. Clam: Oh, this is ridiculous.

No, Vera, this is wonderful.

- I love it! - Really?

Mrs. Clam,

the women of Great Slaughter, they need you.

Gillespie: You might be their only hope.

Ohh!

Have you been at the scrumpy, Tom?

Oh, Tom, you're making me feel dizzy!

Ahhh!

Mrs. Clam: Hello? Is anybody home?

Mrs. Clam.

- Can I help you? - Yes.

I gather you're looking for a sales girl.

I am, yes. But if I'm honest --

Mrs. Clam: Beggars can't be choosers, Miss Pettifer.

The women of Great Slaughter are far too terrified

to open their doors to one of your girls.

That may be true, but --

I know every woman in this village.

I know who wishes she looked younger,

who has a rash she wants to conceal,

and whose granddaughter has a birthday coming up.

These ladies don't need a pretty face.

They need someone they trust.

Come and open the door, Miss Thimble!

Sister Boniface: Oh, dear.

- Oh, Miss Thimble! - I'm so glad you're here.

After I telephoned you, I slipped out the back.

- What's happened to him? - Isn't it obvious?

Mrs. Clam's makeover has made me irresistible.

- Oh, thank goodness. - I wonder...

Miss Thimble, do you know if Tom has eaten anything unusual

- in the past 24 hours? - No.

Although, he did pick something out of a bin yesterday.

Some jar or other.

She's done it!

Button: Oh, jolly well done, Mrs. Clam!

I won't lie, Hilda.

Smoothing out those crow's feet will take twenty years off you.

Clothes? No, no.

This is a much more suitable gift for Barbara.

Trust me.

You don't want to look like an actress, Susie.

Not at your age.

Wise choice.

So tell me...

Why were you one of Mary's "special" customers?

Tom sounded just like our old basset hound, Errol,

when the neighbour's poodle was in season.

Well, chemically speaking, there is an explanation.

- QED. - What are those?

Sister Boniface: Aphrodisiacs.

Really?

"Make Magic Happen Every Night".

Oh.

I fear Tom may have exceeded the recommended dose.

Gillespie: An aphrodisiac? They cost a fortune.

So I gather.

Well, the aphrodisiac ingredient in these pills

is clearly highly effective.

Gas chromatography has ruled out ginseng and yohimbine.

So now I'm looking for even more exotic candidates.

Afternoon, all!

Sir, what can we help you with?

Well, I'm here for Livingstone, actually.

He says he has a question for me.

Yes. Yes, Sir.

Sir...

Will you be my best man?

Lowsley: Mm. What's the date?

Livingstone: A week from Saturday.

Bup-bup-bup-bup bup-bup-bup-bup-bup.

Mm. Will I be done by 5:00?

Only I've a four-ball teeing off at half past.

- I'll make sure of it. - In that case,

it'll be my pleasure, dear boy.

Really? Thank you, Sir.

Right. I must dash.

Dress rehearsal for an Inspector calls.

Toodle pip.

- Good Lord! - Gillespie: What is it Sister?

The aphrodisiac is Skatharomin.

Extracted from the crushed thorax

of a South American beetle.

And recently banned throughout the Western world.

- Banned? Why? - It turns out to be a toxin

that causes heart attacks.

Especially in those with high blood pressure.

All: Tom!

Miss Thimble hasn't seen him.

Gillespie: Darn!

Sister Boniface: We'd better check his farm again.

Gillespie:

How's the operation progressing, Mrs. Clam?

I also visited Mary's "special" customers.

Two were out, one had passed away.

But after considerable arm twisting,

the other three admitted to purchasing something

from that girl which was, frankly, shameful.

What?

I -- I can hardly bring myself to say it.

- Aphrodisiacs? - Yes.

The love hearts. Of course.

So all of those women have been taking Cupid?

I hope they stuck to one pill at a time.

Keep up the good work, Mrs. C.

Button, Sister, check the farm for Tom again.

Felix, let's see what Jean knew about Mary's toxic side-line.

I've never seen them before.

Are you sure about that, Miss Pettifer?

We will go through every paper in this office if we need to.

Our girls were due to start selling them six months ago.

Then the aphrodisiac was banned.

I recalled the stock

and personally ensured every jar was destroyed.

Clearly not, with Mary's sales.

And she was selling them for £2 a jar.

Turns out that bag of cash she had wasn't just from eye liner.

Mm.

If she was selling those things,

then she never mentioned it to me.

Now, if there is nothing else?

- Sister Boniface: Tom? - Tom!

Tom! Tom!

- Any sign? - The cows haven't been milked,

the pigs haven't been fed.

I've got a very bad feeling, Sister.

Tom!

Oh, golly. Tom? Tom!

Say something, please.

And I drank to the lass

that should have been mine."

For now, she is wed to another.

Ooh.

Ooh, ooh.

Let's get you checked out, shall we?

Ooh, steady on, Tom.

Um, Peggy,

perhaps you could take Tom to the hospital?

Oh...

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Vera?

I, um, I mislaid my lipsticks.

Come and see me if you need more samples.

Will do.

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Livingstone: We've searched Mary's house again

and there wasn't any sign of any Cupid.

Well, they must be somewhere.

Sorry to interrupt.

Question for Felix regarding the wedding.

- Livingstone: Yes, Sir? - Are there going to be

- any children present? - Why?

Lowsley: Well, because if not, I am going to rehash

a rather spicy oration

I gave at my nephew's nuptials last summer.

Went down terribly well, if you know my meaning.

Splendid. Right, I must dash.

- Sir? - Hmm?

I was wondering, in regards to the speech,

actually, the whole best man thing,

how well do you really know Felix?

Know him? Dear boy,

I've read his personnel file.

You know, Victoria was very pleased

when I told her CC Lowsley would be my best man.

That's a relief.

Fatal heart attacks in otherwise healthy people.

Um, any recent instances?

- Why, Sister? - Well, because

if there's a deadly aphrodisiac doing the rounds,

then we need to check that we haven't missed any victims.

- Well, there was Pattie James. - Pattie James. Yes.

She died of cardiac arrest a few weeks back.

Gillespie: But there was nothing untoward.

That's why we didn't call you in.

She had high blood pressure.

- How old was she? - Livingstone: She was 42.

- Married. No children. - Sister Boniface: 42?

Even with high blood pressure, that's awfully young.

Pattie James is on Mary's list. With a love heart!

Livingstone: She was buying Cupid?

- Mrs. Clam! - Livingstone: What happened?

Jean's office...

her bin...

Gillespie: This matches Mary's handwriting.

And it's a threat! Sterling work, Mrs. C!

But I think she's onto me. I can't go back.

Well, mission accomplished. You can stand down.

- With distinction. - I -- I -- I just saw her

driving out of the village in a hurry.

Okay, Button, put out a call for a red Triumph Spitfire.

- Button: Yes, Sir. - Gillespie: Thank you.

Oh, dear!

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Interesting place to park, Miss Pettifer.

I was looking for a petrol station.

I... I'm about to ask for directions.

Are you stalking me, Inspector?

Livingstone: So, Miss Pettifer...

Mary was blackmailing you...

Over the Cupid.

Nonsense.

Gillespie: Your keys?

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Jean: Six months ago, I heard about these...

exciting new aphrodisiac pills.

I saw an opportunity.

So you bought a job lot?

Jean: I used half of my savings.

And then the aphrodisiac was banned.

I couldn't afford to just dump the pills.

So you got your team to sell these drugs,

even though you knew they caused heart attacks.

Only a few of my girls.

And I insisted they only sold to women under 40.

Gillespie: But Mary threatened to bust open

the entire operation.

She was holding a gun to your head.

Mary wasn't going to "bust" anything.

She wanted a bigger share for the risk she was running.

And to be honest...

...she probably deserved it.

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Fraudulent selling is in the bag.

But can we prove that Jean murdered Mary?

What's that?

Pattie James' post mortem report.

You were right, Sam.

No toxin was found in her system.

But as we've established, the Skatharomin in Cupid

doesn't show up unless you look for it.

So, I compared the harmless chemicals

that were found in Pattie's system to the Cupid ingredients.

And?

Theobromine, Icariin, others, too.

All proving that she was taking Cupid at the time of her death.

Which would explain the heart attack.

Alright, what if Mary's murder was revenge for Pattie's death,

carried out by someone who was close to Pattie?

But how would they have known Mary was responsible?

And who else knew that these pills were dangerous?

- Jean. - And the other Minnies.

Gillespie: There was a fair few of them.

One thing that I did notice in Pattie's medical records --

uh, she gave birth back when she was only 17.

Who was the father?

"Unknown".

- Oh, no. - Peggy?

Pattie's baby was born on August 30th.

Gillespie: Pattie was your mother, wasn't she?

The adoption agency say that you started contact

with her a year ago.

And then a month ago, sadly, Pattie died.

That must have been incredibly emotional for you, Iris.

When we first met, she told me

she'd missed me every day of her life.

She was a lovely woman.

When did you find out that Mary

caused your mother's heart attack?

What?

I don't know what you mean.

Iris, I'm afraid we will go through every surface

in this house and every fibre of every garment that you own

and we will find thallium crystals.

I found out Mary was selling Cupid.

One of my customers told me.

It was the real reason we argued that time.

I told Mary she needed to stop selling them or I'd tell Jean.

Mary just laughed, said if I did that, Jean would fire me.

Because Jean was the one supplying Mary with the pills?

Mary told me to stay out of it

or she and Jean would make my life a living hell.

So did you say anything to anyone?

I didn't want to lose my job.

But Mary turned against me anyway.

Became just... horrible.

The day before yesterday,

I went into my mother's bedroom...

for the first time since she passed.

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Iris: That's when I found the jar.

I knew right away these were the pills that had killed my mother.

Then I saw who had sold them.

Mary took my mother away.

Just when I finally felt like I belonged to someone.

- You could have come to us. - No.

A manslaughter charge was too good for her.

So you bought the rat poison,

prepared the face powder, and then went to the party?

Iris: I knew she'd let me stay.

Humiliate me

in front of the customers she'd stolen.

Iris: Switching the powders was easy.

I'll just give it a tiny top up.

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Iris: I couldn't stop watching.

It was mesmerising.

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All my mother and I wanted was to make up for lost time.

So did you throw your mother's Cupid pills in the bin?

You knew this was Jean's fault as well.

Yes.

So, why didn't you target her?

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Gillespie: Oh, no.

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Jean:

- Gillespie: Miss Pettifer! - Jean: Help me!

We believe you've been poisoned.

Gillespie: We're going to need to take all your make up off.

- Please don't! No! - Be brave, Miss Pettifer.

- No, no! - Button: Sorry.

Yes, definitely Thallium. Prussian Blue.

These pills will save your life.

Take them.

Gillespie: Better get used to wearing no make up,

Miss Pettifer.

You're looking at a manslaughter charge.

Jean:

Tough week for Minerva.

Livingstone: And for Alfie.

Sister Boniface: Well, his chemist's

was busier this morning.

Gillespie: Scant consolation, I fear, Sister.

- Oh, here you are. - There you are, Mrs. Clam.

I didn't recognise you in a long skirt.

And I won't be needing any of this rubbish.

"Salesgirl of the Week"?

Wow! Congratulations, Mrs. Clam!

Doesn't say very much for the rest of them, does it?

These are Pablo Rabano!

I take it this isn't your style, Mrs. C?

What do we think?

Sister Boniface: Oh, wonderful, Peggy.

It is the perfect bridesmaid accessory.

I've been thinking, Felix. You're right.

Lowsley probably will do an excellent job.

- Here. - What are these?

They're our wedding rings.

I would like you to look after them till the big day.

- Me? - Come on.

It was always going to be you.

I'd be honoured. Thank you.

But Lowsley...

- ...was in on it the whole time? - Yes.

Well played. You really strung me along there.

I learned from the best.

You know this means that I get to organise your stag party?

I know. And look, um, I don't want anything crazy.

You know, like, a -- a quiet evening here

and an early night.

- Sure. - Livingstone: Yeah?

Your face!

You might want to get a couple of extra barrels

for next week, Susie.

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