04x02 - For Whom the Bell Tolls

[bunniefuu]

[ominous music]

[gasping]

[woman screaming]

[thud]

[woman screaming]

[gagging noises]

♪ ♪

[eerie melody]

[church bells ringing]

♪ ♪

[screaming]

[theme music]

♪ ♪

My dearest Harry,
if you've recovered

from your initial shock of
discovering I took Holy Orders,

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

become a private detective...

surprised and grateful,
because while the police

are convinced Sister
Assumpta hanged herself,

I'm not so sure.

And now I have to
stay in that convent.

Sure you didn't want to drive?

Not funny.

How'd you know a nun, anyway?

Oh, well, there's a story.

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

I remember a night in Soho.

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

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

actually, that's a
story for another time.

So she became a nun and
you became a professor?

Well, there's hope for us all.

Mm.

How much did she
say in the letter?

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

[whimsical melody]

♪ ♪

Jenny?

Oh.

[laughter]

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

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

I can't quite get
my head around that.

That's all right.

Sometimes in my mind,
I shorten it to Iggy.

[chuckles] I think
he'd like that.

[laughter]

Uh, he who?

Iggy Pop, her ex.

Oh.

Oh, it's so good to see you.

It's been too long.

Mm.

[whimsical tune]

So what are you doing down here?

The sights, the
ambiance, the peace.

Big fan of the G-man, are you?

God and Guinness.

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

That one over there is
obsessed with true crime

and I'm trying to
keep it discreet.

Oh, well.

We can do discreet.

Well, I'm very grateful.

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

by the diocese to manage
affairs for a while,

so I didn't know her personally.

But I am struggling to believe
that Assumpta was suicidal.

If anything, she appeared
to be highly motivated.

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

and she'd won.

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

poured herself a brandy,
and was clearly celebrating.

The police took pictures.

Hmm.

Look.

Well, maybe she was
depressed and hid it.

You know that.

Hmm.

What makes you doubt
the official version?

Well, the Order has to
have another election

for the new head.

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

I found all the previous
votes were still in it.

All of them were for Assumpta.

But I also found this.

[ominous music]

Die, you evil b*tch?

Whoa.

Have you shown
that to the police?

Not yet.

Who opened the box?

Sister Mary.

Why didn't she show
it to the police?

That's proof, right?

Proof of what?

Well, that somebody
wanted Assumpta to die.

No, her name wasn't on it.

Some proof that
she was m*rder*d.

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

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

but it's still considered
to be quite shameful.

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

Okay, so Assumpta was
going to be the boss.

Who's next in line?

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

But what do the other
nuns say about her?

Well, that's the thing.

Um, [clears throat]

Kilmore Cross Convent
is a silent order.

You know who they
are, don't you?

That's Harry Wild
and Fergus Reid.

They're always in the
newspapers, solving murders.

I love a bit of true crime.

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

[swishing]

[ominous music]

Rude.

[subtle melody]

♪ ♪

[church bells ringing]

It looks haunted.

Don't be so asinine.

Buildings are building.

Who is he?

The groundskeeper, Paul.

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

But he wasn't here
when Assumpta died.

He leaves every afternoon.

And she died almost
close to midnight.

Where are the nuns going now?

Early evening mass.

They retire to their
chambers afterwards

for a period of prayer and
reflection before sleep.

They breakfast at 5:00.



It's completely
silent here at night,

nobody coming or going.

And this is Bea.

She works in the kitchen.

Hello, so lovely to meet you.

I posted the sister's
letter to you.

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

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

some company.

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

But I'll help you
with your bags first.

Good.

Now, Bea will sort
out your rooms

and I'll show you
where it happened.

It must be tough working here,

no one want to talk to you.

Bloody well, it is.

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

I think I'll get it.

I'm a chatterbox.

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

[eerie music]

♪ ♪

Her body was found
hanging right there.

And under her feet,
there was a stool

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

before she hanged herself.

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

and in here, of all places.

Quite sacrilegious.

Like, if Assumpta
was m*rder*d, why

would her k*ller choose here?

And how do they get her here?

The nuns retire each evening.

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

Well, I hadn't thought of that.

Well, because the
police said suicide,

it being away from the
convent made sense.

But if you think it would have
been difficult for the k*ller

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

that it was suicide?

Well, I wouldn't say that.

And a part of me really
hopes you prove my suspicions

wrong, Harry.

I'm due to stay
here for two months.

I really don't like the
thought of a nun k*ller

being on the loose.

♪ ♪

It's a strange way to
k*ll someone, right?

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

their neck unless they're...

well, unless they're terrified.

Could she have been drugged?

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

Mm, the police said
there was nothing amiss.

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

But if she was
drugged, someone would

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

pull her up with that
rope until she hanged.

I mean, that requires strength.

Yeah, I see what you're saying.

Is Paul the only
man who works here?

Yes.

But we do get deliverymen
every now and then.

[bird squawks]

A spell?

Last time I saw you,
you were dancing

on the bar of an extremely
disreputable establishment.

[laughter]

A nun?

I know.

I was wild.

Oh, and that's the point.

I've just got wilder...

too much so.

Is that a thing?

Sadly, it is.

I was in and out of rehab.

I hated my life and myself.

I'm sorry.

No, it's fine.

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

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

opium of the masses
and all that.

It is not for me to judge.

Really?

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

transplant, mm?

[laughter]

My story is really
not that unusual.

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

after a life crisis.

An Order like this,
a vow of silence,

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

What do you think happened here?

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

and our doors are
locked at night.

So I don't know what happened.

But I'm not ruling anything out.

Where did you put Fergus?

Just along the corridor.

No sisters are
sleeping on this floor.

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

So there's no fear
of him frightening

the life out of one of them.

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

not the nuns.

[chuckles]

Oh.

[unsettling music]

Okay, bathroom, bathroom.

♪ ♪

[water gushing]

♪ ♪

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[groaning]

♪ ♪

No, no, no, no.

♪ ♪

[footsteps]

♪ ♪

[door creaking]

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

[thud]

No.

[surging tense music]

I'm bleeding scared.

I'm bleeding scared.

♪ ♪

[yawns]

♪ ♪

It's ridiculous, all right?

I'm a grown man.

I am not taking this nonsense.

[thud]

♪ ♪

Hey!

Hey!

[thud]

♪ ♪

[snoring]

Harry.

Ah!

You nearly gave
me a heart attack.

It's 5:00 in the morning.

You're eager to get started.

How are you sleeping
through all of that?

What?

Well, something or someone was

trying to scare me last
night and probably you

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

Come on, let's go.

Let's go, I said.

Oh. [whimpers]

[rooster crowing]

If someone's trying to scare us,

it's because they're
hiding something

and they want us to leave.

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

What do you see?

Well, I'm not certain.

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

[gentle tune]

Do you think that could
be Sister Assumpta?

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

Probably just a bad photo.

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

Yeah, blink twice
if you k*lled her.

Mime how you did it.

No, seriously, though, I mean,

it's not the first
case you've had

where nobody will talk to us.

But you think we
can make it work?

Oh, we just need to
observe everybody,

see who else had
access to the convent.

You can talk with more
than words, you know?

That makes no sense.

[chuckles] All right, I get it.

[music playing]

♪ ♪

[footsteps]

[utensils clanking]

Now, that is Sister Hildegard.

Mm-hmm.

Then there's Sister Mary.

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

She only joined last year.

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

Then there is Sister There...

there are just too
many to remember.

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

Ha.

Mm, this is lovely coffee.

You know what this
reminds me of?

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

Well, I was only
there for one term.

I got caught smoking.

They expelled me.

Well, actually, it was
for something other

than just smoking. [laughs]

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

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

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

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

I suppose everyone needs
a break from the Bible

now and then.

I suppose small
talk is pointless.

Why don't we just get to it?

You counted the votes that
elected Sister Assumpta

to be head of your order.

There was a spoiled
ballot in that box.

And there was something
very nasty written on it.

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

I suppose you
couldn't tell anybody.

But you did leave it in there.

You wanted it to be found.

Did you think that it was
directed at Sister Assumpta?

♪ ♪

Good talk.

Well, that was pointless.

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

She barely looked at us.

It's what she was reading.

Matthew 7, verse


at a speck of sawdust
in your brother's eye

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

She was talking to us.

She wants us not to judge.

Judge what?

I don't know.

We ought to find out.

[Amy McKnight, "I Win"]

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

♪ I be hungry, oh, so hungry ♪

♪ That's the reason
why I moved ♪

♪ Take my passion,
take my energy ♪

♪ You know we're
coming through ♪

♪ It's the reason
we be floating ♪

♪ We be cooking something new ♪

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

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

Aren't you very good
bringing those in?

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

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

Do you like hash browns?

The nuns just want toast
and porridge in the morning.

It's so boring.

No, we're fine.

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

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

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

were peeling carrots in one?

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

It's just the silence
that gets to you.

Aren't all bad?

What about Assumpta?

What was she like?

I didn't really know her.

Bea, is there something
we should know?

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

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

It's hard to tell
what any of them

are thinking when nobody talks.

But you kind of
sense an atmosphere

sometimes around Assumpta.

Uh-huh.

Well, we were under
the impression

that Assumpta was popular.

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

What do you think, Harry?

Was Assumpta putting the
Superior in Mother Superior?

[laughs]

Ah, there you are.

I'm so sorry.

I was on the phone
with the bishop.

How's everything going?

Oh, learning loads.

Can't shut him up.

[chuckles] Mm.

[eerie music]

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

above what you are able.

The master sees through
the smokescreens

of the know-it-alls.

- Excuse me?
- Corinthians.

Well, I know that.

What are you now, master
of biblical verse?

[chuckles] My religion
teacher used to say

that to me all the time.

I figured it was apt for you.

You've become quite
sassy these days.

[chuckles]

Hello.

Hey.

Can I help you?

We're private investigators.

We're looking into
Assumpta's death.

Yeah.

Very sad.

Yes, did you know her?

No.

There are only 12 nuns
here, surely you must have

had some interaction with her.

Were you here the
night she died?

I go home in the
afternoon every day.

Oh, right, except last night.

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

Well, you were in the convent.

I saw you.
- That's a lie.

Oh, camera doesn't lie.

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

What were you doing here?

Because if you're
trying to scare us,

it's not going to work.

I wasn't anywhere near you.

I was getting supplies, needed
something from the cellar.

At night?

None of your business.

Well, I wonder if
the police will

be interested in your
midnight ramblings

through a convent full of nuns.

I didn't go near
you or the nuns.

[rattling]

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

Now piss off.

Charming.

Did you actually record
him on your camera?

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

Nice try.

Didn't get us anywhere, though.

Oh, I'm not sure about that.

He's spooked.

People do stupid things
when they're spooked.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[keys jangling]

♪ ♪

Oh, great.

How are we going to
get through all that?

♪ ♪

[clanging]

Oh, right.

Doing a little breaking
and entering now, are we?

I don't know what you're talking

about, rusted right off.

[bubbling]

Jesus Christ!

Oh.

Poitín, I'd say,

What's poitín?

Oh, you have so much to learn.

It's an old Irish alcohol recipe

distilled illegally mostly.

But what a great
place to hide it.

No one would ever imagine
an ill*gal distillery

underneath a convent.

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

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

[thumping]

sh*t.

That's probably him.

We should leg it.

Harry, come on!

Okay.

Assumpta might have found
out what he was doing

and called him to account.

Is that worth k*lling over?

Oh, people k*ll for
all sorts of reasons.

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

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

Plus, it's breaking the law.

I presume that was him
outside my room last night.

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

We can't, not yet.

We need more.

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

When I was a teenager, we drank

cider down the back field.

[coughing]

Sorry, didn't mean to scare you.

Do you want a drink?

You're old enough, aren't you?

Yeah, I'm 18.

[laughs] I'm only slagging.

Is this the bottle...

From Assumpta's room?

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

The police just wanted
to check she hadn't tried

to bump herself
off some other way

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

Mm.

So Assumpta like
the odd drink, you

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

[chuckles] Poitín?

She's a woman of God.

What has she been
doing with poitín?

It's ill*gal.

[laughter]

Yeah, yeah, of course.

[clears throat]

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

Cleanliness Is
next to godliness.

♪ ♪

[grunting]

What are you doing?

Jesus!

People have got to
stop doing that.

Stop being so jittery.

What's that?

The bottle of brandy that
Assumpta had is in the

kitchen, right?

Mm-hmm.

Well, that got me thinking.

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

But the bottle's been checked.

So I had another thought.

What if the k*ller
threw the real bottle

away and replaced it?

And threw the contaminated
bottle in the bin?

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

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

I'd say?

And they weren't careless.

The bottle's not in there.

But the glass she drank from is.

I mean, look at this design.

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

So you're saying
that they drugged

the glass and not the bottle.

Mm.

And assume that nobody would
be looking for a smashed glass

in the bin.

Well, can we test
the glass if we

get it sent up to Charlie?

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

resources and time wasting.

And... Glenn.

Glenn?

He was boring me the other day

about this friend
of his who's got

a job at a drinks
company testing

for toxins in beer barrels.

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

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

We should get it couriered up.

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

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

But if we can confirm there
was substance on that,

then we have evidence
for the police.

You ever wonder how
Glenn knows these people?

Oh, let's not ask that question.

Come on, something
I want to show you.

[whimsical tune]

Oh.

♪ ♪

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

Concupisco, to covet.

Covet what?

I don't know.

Furtum, uh, theft, gula,
gluttony, and caedes, m*rder.

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

What is this, Harry?

Why did Assumpta have
it hidden in her room?

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

because one of them is
a m*rder*r, apparently?

I think Assumpta found out.

But you know, the nuns would
have had different names

before they took their vows.

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

Wait.

Assumpta was elected
uncontested, right?

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

So do you think...

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

without good reason.

I think she used this
to blackmail the sisters

in to voting for her.

Only, one of them
wouldn't play ball.

Does this mean that
Paul's not involved?

Well, we can't rule him out.

It's starting to
feel like everybody

has something to hide.

♪ ♪

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

Could you contact
the diocese and

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

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

This is urgent.

We need to get those
sisters to start talking.

Is there any other way
they can communicate

without breaking the vows?

Yeah, can they write stuff down,

say stuff with their hands?

Anything?

Well, the modern orders do allow

a scheduled time for talking.

But it's not obligatory.

And I'm told the
sisters here have

chosen to observe the
traditional meaning of the vow.

But if you really
are starting to think

Assumpta was m*rder*d...

We are.

...then we must push
for the impossible.

[bells ringing]

[eerie melody]

What is it?

I don't know.

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

We know that
Assumpta had secrets.

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

Can you tell me
something about that?

[chuckles]

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

It must have upset you,
Assumpta being elected.

Well, can you at least
tell me one thing?

Tell me your name
before you became a nun.

♪ ♪

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

♪ ♪

Do you recognize any
of the names here?

Miriam?

Rita?

Jacinta?

Elizabeth?

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

Alison Hendricks.

Concupisco, covet?

Why would Assumpta have
put your name in this book

with the word covet?

What did you covet?

♪ ♪

You shall not covet
your neighbor's house.

You shall not covet
your neighbor's wife,

his manservant, or
his female servant

or his ox or his
donkey or anything

that is your neighbor's.

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

Was it a married man
or a woman, perhaps?

A love affair gone wrong
and so you became a nun

to atone, like so many atone.

Assumpta had written theft
beside it in her little book.

Had you robbed something?

Was she blackmailing you?

It must have made you very angry

when Assumpta found out
something about your past

and used it against you.

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

I assume that's what
she did with all

the others in this book.

♪ ♪

Someone here called
Nelly, caedes.

♪ ♪

That's m*rder.

Who's Nelly?

You're Nelly?

You... you m*rder*d somebody.

Assumpta's written
m*rder by your name.

♪ ♪

Look, if someone in this
convent is capable of m*rder,

then we're all in danger.

Plus, the police will come back.

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

unless one of you comes
forward and admits it.

[intensifying music]

I did it.

I k*lled her.

I k*lled her.

I k*lled her.

I k*lled her.

I k*lled her.

I did it.

I k*lled her.

I k*lled her.

It was me.

I k*lled Assumpta.

[sighs]

So they're either
all in this together

or they're covering
for one of their own.

But why confess at all?

Maybe they think if they
collectively confess,

then a judge is going
to struggle to convict.

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

There'd be chaos.

But it hasn't categorically been

proven that it wasn't
suicide anyway,

so why concede that point?

The k*ller's applying
pressure to them, right?

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

Well, I mean, they do
seem easily blackmailed.

But Assumpta's gone.

Why protect her k*ller?

[eerie music]

That's it.

That's what?

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

And there shall
be no more death,

neither sorrow nor crying.

Neither shall be any more
pain for the former things

have passed away.

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

Yes.

[scoffs]

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

I need you to check
something up on your laptop.

Okay.

What am I looking up?

I'm starting to put
things together.

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

that happened in the past.

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

and a weird quote about death?

Yes.

There are 12 nuns in the order.

There are 14 in that
picture from two years ago.

Now, one of them is
obviously Assumpta.

But where's the other nun?

Wait, wait.

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

Jesus.

♪ ♪

Harry, where are you off to?

Harry!

[sighs]

[tapping]

[cell phone tune playing]

[chuckles]

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

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

Yeah, they keep chatting me up.

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

She's 80-odd and just
confessed to k*lling somebody.

But you know what?

I think I can look
past all of that.

Wait, you caught
the k*ller already?

You only went down yesterday.

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

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

Hello?

[knocking]

Hang on.

Come in.
- Oh, sorry.

Do you want a cup of tea?

Uh, yeah, sure.

Thanks, Dad.

I miss you, too,
more than you know.

[radio chatter]

You can't rush a novel.

You can't... you
can't rush the...

[paper rustling] I would say.

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

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

I would sit down
periods of other books

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

But it's not been constant work.

It's going to take
some time away.

I love you, too.

Oh, you hang up.

No, you.

No, you hang up.

You hang up.

Paula.

Oh.

All right.

Paula, what's this?

Weren't you going to tell us?

It's not my private
correspondence, Dad.

You had no right.

Sweetheart, why are
you getting so upset?

This is a good thing.

Just... give me a second.

Vicky, I'm in the
middle of something.

Is it... say that again?

[somber music]

I have to go.

♪ ♪

What's wrong?

Very bad news.

[church bells tolling]

Jeez, Harry.

Did you sleep here?

Anybody could have come
in and... you know.

Did you find out anything
about the convent

from the last couple of years?

Absolutely nothing.

Oh, well, that's
telling in itself.

I did, however, look
into some of the sins

the nuns committed.

And I know why Assumpta was
calling Sister Mary a m*rder*r.

It wasn't hard to discover.

I imagine for some
of them, they wanted

to keep their past a secret.

But for others, they would have
expected to find forgiveness

and acceptance here...

until they met Sister Assumpta.

All right.

New plan.

[sighs]

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

Well, how do you
know she's dead?

Well, I don't.

We'll just look for a gravestone

from the last two years.

All right.

[up-tempo music]

♪ ♪

Here.

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

♪ ♪

Can you look up
old death records?

I can give it a shot.



Elizabeth Smith
died 6 of May, 2023,

sadly missed by her loving
parents and sibling.

Another piece of the puzzle.

We need to find out
more about this family.

It's all linked.

[phone beep]

Whoa, hang on.

I got a text from Glenn.

[chuckles] He says his
mate tested the glass

and found traces of Syntaxia.

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

[laughs] We owe Glenn a pint.

See you later.

Well, where are you going?

Search for a man.

Well, you're going
to struggle in there.

[laughs]

♪ ♪

I told you, piss off.

Sure, why don't I
just piss off and

tell the sisters about
their little bootlegging

operation you got going on?

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

You won't find anything
like that here.

Oh, Christ.

You never learn, do you?

The camera never lies,
as my colleague said.

Well, I assumed
that you would have

had everything cleared out.

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

this to Sister Ignatius.

I didn't do anything
to that nun.

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

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

I'm not averse to a
little moonshine myself.

But I... I want information.

And you're going
to give it to me.

What information?

Did you know a Sister Bridget?

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

She didn't.

How did she die?

She took her own life.

And nobody talked about it?

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

I know, I've heard.

But let me guess.

She hanged herself
in the church?

Yeah.

Didn't the police comment on
the similarities between her

and Assumpta's death?

Of course, it
happens all the time.

The officer who interviewed
me assumed they'd been close

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

Contagion suicide is
what they call that.

Except in this instance,
Assumpta wasn't

copying Bridget's death.

Somebody else was.

You're not going to say anything

about the poitín, are you?

[sighs] Make it worth my while.

Three bottles should do it.

[whimsical tune]

[door creaking]

[somber music]

♪ ♪

[clears throat]
Harry and Fergus

have discovered something
about Assumpta's death.

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

Our vows do not protect
us from the law.

♪ ♪

Harry.

We are confident that Sister
Assumpta was m*rder*d.

And we also know why.

Sister Assumpta was
not a good person.

She was blackmailing
many of you.

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

you were a nurse.

You accidentally gave
one of your patients

the wrong drug dose.

Though you were cleared of
the charge of manslaughter,

you evidently still
carry some guilt.

Do not judge.

We do not.

But Assumpta did.

Until her own sins
came back to haunt her.

Two years ago, Sister Assumpta
bullied a nun so badly

that she took her own life.

Which is something that
none of you shared with me.

Precisely.

We spoke to Sister
Bridget's father,

who told us that Bridget had
difficulties in her teens

with eating disorders.

It appeared that she found
peace taking Holy Orders.

And then something changed.

She wrote to her parents
that she was struggling

with food and bulimia again.

She was growing
increasingly unhappy.

She seemed to be so
much better before she

moved into the convent
here in Kilmore Cross.

Assumpta didn't
realize that Bridget

had written another
letter to her sibling,

telling her about
being tormented.

Well, that sibling came
here to Kilmore Cross

and confronted all of you.

The nuns who remained
silent was one of their own,

was bullied to death.

You had a choice.

Help get justice for Bridget
or live with Assumpta,

her tormentor who
had decided she

would become head of your order.

You didn't choose to k*ll her.

But you turned a blind eye.

And some of you may
have helped her.

Who is the sibling?

Her sister.

Her surname's common
enough, you probably

wouldn't have recognized it.

And her sister
Lizzie took her name

in Irish as her holy
name, Sister Bridget.

Isn't that true, Bea?

[surging music]

[groaning]

[gagging sounds]

♪ ♪

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[up-tempo tense music]

♪ ♪

[police sirens wailing]

♪ ♪

[grunts]

[somber music]

♪ ♪

We'll take it from here.

♪ ♪

I k*lled Assumpta.

I did it alone, I confess.

I tried to scare
you away, but I knew

justice was coming for me.

An eye for an eye,
I am not sorry.

She deserved to die.

♪ ♪

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

They knew the whole time.

Oh, should let the
police do some work.

We've done enough here.

Vicky, what are you doing here?

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

I have Charlie on the
phone for you, Harry.

He didn't want to
leave Orla and Lola.

Come on, sisters, inside.

Charlie, what is it?

I'm so sorry, ma'am.

It's Marcello.

It's my dad.

He's dead.

Marcello's dead?

♪ ♪

I can't believe it.

I mean, he was an
interesting character.

A lecherous,
treacherous old f*ck.

Well, that, too, but still.

I always loved Grandad.

He was so much fun.

He taught me how to play poker.

And he always has a
load of spare change

that he let me win.

Sorry for your troubles, Harry.

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

Does a special on funeral
sandwiches, we know.

Do you want to fly to Italy?

Oh, Christ.

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

Well, we should do something.

[sighs]

[chattering]

I, um, thought you
could use a friend.

[theme music]

Charlie told me.

♪ ♪

God, I missed you.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪