come on. haven't got all day. i'll come back later. ( indistinct ) ( chokes, screams ) ( coughs )

camille: can you think of any reason why anyone would want to attack you? um, some of the silverware on the altar might be worth stealing, i suppose. but nothing was stolen. we found these. grown here. rosary beads. not the conventional weapon we encounter, which rather suggests it was someone from the convent. i can't believe what you're insinuating. sister anne, if you don't help us, the attacker may strike again. therese is dead. one of the other sisters may be in danger, or you may not be so lucky next time. i've survived cancer and i have survived this. and mark my words, it has nothing to do with luck. god has saved me twice. he obviously has some plan for me. i brought you some tea. i was just-- i couldn't drink it.

i mean... if it's, you know, going spare... why won't she talk? i don't know. but i know why she didn't drink the tea. i think they make it with your holy water. thank you. hey, isn't that dexter's car? mr. dexter. inspector. sergeant bordey. this really isn't the best time to talk. and, to be honest, i've told you everything i know, so... not quite everything. you failed to mention that you've been bribing people to say they've been cured. look, i have no need to bribe anyone. these waters cure people. that's not what our witness says. well, your witness is wrong. i don't think so. i think therese knew what you were doing, so you sent her a threatening letter. this again? look, i barely knew the girl,

so why would i send her a bible- spouting letter? how do you know the letter quoted the bible? he said so. no, he didn't. look, therese had less commitments than the other nuns. she had time on her hands, and... one day... one day, she saw me giving money to one of the pilgrims. next thing i know, a list of contacts has gone missing from my car. the list we found in her cell. she came to me, said she knew what i was doing, and was going to tell father john if i didn't stop the bribes. i... i panicked. so, you killed her? no. i threatened her. i just threatened her. i admit maybe i was over the top with the bible bit, but i thought it was a language she'd understand. but i did not kill her. that's ridiculous. anyway, i was with laura at the time of the fire. so she was keen to point out.

have you been here at the convent all morning? most of it. why? so you were here when sister anne was attacked? attacked? is she all right? she's fine. despite someone trying to strangle her. did she know your secret? was she going to expose you? sister anne? she's the poster girl for the holy spring. she, at least, has been cured. why would i want her dead? so, therese's discovery of bribes must be what she was going to tell father john about before she died. only someone made sure she didn't get the chance. yeah. have we got anything back from the uk on laura or daryl yet? fidel: nothing yet, sir. but, um, i finished dusting for prints on the rosary beads we found in the chapel. so? any prints? yes, only partial ones. sister marguerite's.

need a hand? i've been at this for hours. i'm really sorry to have to ask, but, um, we found your prints on the rosary. that's because they're my beads, dwayne. but why were they in the chapel? i must have left them there when i ran out of confession. you ran out of confession? i wanted to confess what i'd been thinking about. which is? you. so i've still got it, then? still got a massive ego. ( chuckles ) no, no, what i mean is i've been thinking about what life would have been like if i'd not come here. i thought i should confess, but when it came to it, i thought father john had a lot to deal with at the moment. you've got nothing to confess, as far as i can see.

maybe not. but when god took my parents, i wanted a family so badly, and maybe i came here for the wrong reasons. you happy here, elodie? completely. except when my bike gets a puncture. dwayne-- the nun. what? that's her. the phantom nun. hey! police! ( grunts ) sir, you need to see this. what the hell's going on here? mr. dexter. darling, are you all right? you have no right bringing her here.

and what's the charge, hmm? come on, darling, we're going. just a couple of questions before you go, sheila. just got this from c.i.d. in england. we had them run background checks on both of you. sweetheart? what's going on? they know laura as sheila parker, a sussex-based nurse accused of killing her elderly patient. what was it the press dubbed you? the angel of death? it's not how it sounds. he was in pain. you left him the wherewithal to administer a lethal injection, promptly benefited from his will. well, i was never convicted. it never even went to trial. leaving a lot of unanswered questions and you a very rich woman. you even inherited the land you now own on sainte-marie. is this true? i'm not a murderer. look, this was all a long time ago. it has absolutely nothing to do with what's going on now. then tell us, what is going on now? what were you doing at the convent? i can't say. were you at the convent the morning of the fire?

well, you know i wasn't. ( scoffs ) tell them, daryl. i'm not lying for you now. we weren't together that night. i was on the other side of the island on business. so, neither of you has an alibi for that morning, then. lock 'em both up. what? what for? we can detain you for questioning on suspicion of murder. so, why would laura masters make regular visits to the convent? she was spotted there numerous times before the murder. to plan how she intended to kill therese. hmm. then why was she there today? to finish the job on sister anne. i managed to find it, sir. what's inside? looks like... medical stuff. medical supplies? do you think she was going to kill again? no, i think this time she was planning to save a life.

i'm sorry i was so short with you before. it's understandable, given what you've been through. how are you feeling? my neck is still a little sore. no, i'm sorry-- i mean the cancer. cancer? that's gone. you know that. has it? sister anne, would you remove your wimple and veil for me? inspector, that is not permitted by the dictates of my convent or my faith. or is it because it would betray your secret? you don't have any hair, do you? from the chemotherapy you're receiving for the cancer you're still suffering from. laura masters has just admitted to me that she comes to the convent periodically to administer further treatment-- dressed as a nun... to avoid suspicion. what must you think of me?

it didn't start as a lie, really. when i was first diagnosed with cancer, i started to drink of the holy spring. when i returned to the hospital, they told me that the tumor had shrunk. i was overjoyed. i knew that god had a purpose for me-- to save the convent. people would believe now-- truly believe. the holy spring would be our salvation. but after three months, i went back to the hospital just for a routine check-up, and the doctors told me that the tumor had returned. i couldn't believe it. but daryl said we needn't back out. he told me about laura masters being a cancer nurse, and that she would help me. i didn't want to lie. but i felt it was what god wanted. people were coming to the convent in such numbers, and god's word was spreading. i felt that the ends would justify the means. then therese found out about your little fraud, so you killed her. what? no! you had the opportunity to come into her room the morning of the fire.

no-- what are you talking about? what about me? someone tried to kill me. how do you account for that? i mean, i know i lied-- lord forgive me-- but do i look like a murderer to you? you know, i really thought we had our killer. i was sure sister anne killed therese to protect the fake spring from being revealed. i thought when i confronted her, she'd confess, tell me how she did it, say three hail marys, case closed. ( clangs ) how did someone get in and out of that room? i'm sorry. that's okay. you know, sir, that cancer business-- it was brilliant. well-- really. how did you work it out? well, remember, fidel, things aren't always as they appear on the surface.

especially when disguised by a veil and a wimple. or... or... made to look like something else. excuse me. got it. got what? soot. on the inside of this lock. and i think i know why. michael lannon. oui. en quelle annee? you're right, this wasn't in a fire. so, someone put it in afterwards. exactly. a strasbourg. je vois, merci. you still haven't got into that? no.

you think you can do any better? ( scoffs ) i may have a way. uh, dwayne, are you sure that...? ( shatters ) and we are in. you found what you're looking for? i've found exactly what i'm looking for. and i've found michael lannon. sorry for the disturbance. but i'm sure you're all anxious to know who killed therese. almost from the start, it seemed clear that this case was about the holy spring, and the fact that therese knew it was a fraud. a fraud? yes. i'm sorry to say that any cures you might have heard about are all false. and so much rested on that staying a secret for so many.

but like everything in this case, nothing was as it seemed upon first appearance. you see, this case isn't about the holy spirit at all. and i realized that with the help of the good book... the count of monte cristo. where nothing is as it seems. the mad priest isn't really mad, and, the, uh-- well, the count is no count but one edmond dantes, just as laura masters is really sheila parker, sister marguerite is really elodie francois, and father john is in fact michael lannon. you told me everyone has a weakness, and yours was a woman-- ginette pascal in strasbourg. so you were sent away, far from temptation, and the woman you loved-- to here, sainte-marie. then therese arrived, and the two of you began a relationship. you soon decided to leave together, so you bought two plane tickets to france.

as you were going to leave the priesthood, you booked them under the name you had before you took holy orders. michael lannon. we found out your birth name from the diocese in strasbourg. but someone discovered your plan to leave-- someone who couldn't let you make the same mistake again. someone who felt they had to stop you making a fool of yourself-- throwing everything away for a woman. and that's what you did, isn't it, sister anne? that's why you killed therese. because you feared they were lovers. father john, mother superior... you're almost like an old married couple. you clean up after him, you nag him... indeed, in your own way, you love him. you knew the mistake he'd made in strasbourg, and you couldn't let his weakness destroy the relationship you had. you also knew that the scandal would destroy the convent. so, you had to get rid of therese. but how to make her death look accidental? god really is in the details.

that is what you always say, isn't it, reverend mother? therese took sleeping pills, often making her late for chapel, and she was also a smoker-- giving you the perfect means to make her death look accidental. therese kept her cigarettes well-hidden, but i'm sure it was easy enough to steal a packet of laura masters' cigarettes from her bag during one of her visits to the convent. you couldn't risk therese waking up and smelling the smoke by placing the cigarette too close to her face, so you placed it at the foot of the bed, assuming that any evidence would be destroyed in the fire. as the cigarette slowly burned down, it gave you just enough time to lock the door from the outside. you then took some gum, which you placed in the lock, so to the casual observer it would look like the key was still in it. as the fire took hold, you only pretended to try and unlock the door. as the door was broken down, you knew all attention would be on therese.

as everyone rushed to save her, you put the key in the lock, dislodging the gum inside. but a tiny piece of the silver paper remained inside, betraying your method. as did the gum-- stuck to my shoe, which, with dna testing, will prove you're the killer. no. someone tried to kill her, too. yeah, i'm glad you brought that up, because it was that very attack that led us to identify sister anne as the killer. the attack took place here, just after confession. of course, i can't know what was said, but i can guess by what happened soon afterwards. father, i cannot tell you the nature of my sin. only know i did it to protect you-- to stop you making the same mistake again. ( chokes, gags )

richard: father john couldn't go to the police because he was bound by the confidentiality of the confessional. sister anne must have known who attacked her but could say nothing, as it would expose her as a murderer. both bound by silence. i can't lie anymore, child. not here. not before god. it's true. i had to save father john from himself. that pretty little thing had turned his head. you all saw that, didn't you? if he'd left with her as he planned to, i would have been left alone. god gave me strength while you were at your weakest. but i loved her. no, not love-- lust. that's all it was.

just as before. the only real love is here. the family. she was family. she was a devil! no, sister anne, she-- she really was family. what? therese, who called father john "father" every day, was being deceptively literal. wasn't she, father john? she was my daughter. your daughter? the daughter from his relationship with ginette pascal back in strasbourg. when therese turned 18, she was able to find out who her real parents were. mother, ginette pascal. father, michael lannon. ginette died in childbirth. i couldn't claim the baby as my own, so i made sure to place her in the orphanage where i worked. but i was sent away, far from my own flesh and blood.

that's why she came here. so she could get to know me. then, one day, she told me the truth-- who she was. i was overjoyed. now she's gone... forever. why didn't you tell me? for the same reason you didn't tell me about the fake spring. to save the convent. but i would have welcomed her if i'd known! would you? i would've done anything for you. oh, please, forgive me. please. please. only god can truly forgive.

poor woman. poor woman? she lied, manipulated, and ultimately killed to get what she wanted. don't be fooled by the little old nun act. nothing is really what it appears? exactly. mm-hmm. well, are we going to arrest them for fraud? unfortunately not. we don't have enough evidence. ugh... now i suppose you want me to hold up my left hand and show you that my psoriasis has been miraculously cured. what? i don't believe it! it worked! no, it's that one. ( groans ) honestly, camille, sometimes your faith in the unscientific astounds me. so, i'm guessing this case has done nothing to ease your nun phobia. if i never see another nun again, it'll be too soon. relax, i'm not here to check your underpants.

have you two been talking? i have, actually. i thought sister marguerite could help you with your problem. cortical steroids, for your psoriasis. for my psoriasis. mm-hmm. science, you see? not divine intervention. no offense. none taken. i'll drive you back to the convent. okay. and i'll go and get us some more drinks. nothing for me. i'm going to head off as well, actually. fidel: okay. good night, sir. yes, because you've got to get back to your monastic existence-- your cell? no, i have a book to finish. i want to find out if the count of monte cristo ever gets off that bloody island. might provide me with a bit of hope. well, i can tell you he does. ah, fantastic. yeah, but it takes him 14 years. fidel, i think i might need that drink after all.

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nted by the tragedy of the titanic-- just one of the stories waiting to be unpacked in "priceless antiques roadshow." ( theme music playing )

we hear a few bizarre tales on the "roadshow" which sometimes take us all by surprise. today, bunny campione remembers the curious tale of one long-suffering teddy. yes, that was done by my dog when it was a puppy. what? bought a teddy bear for the dog! we explore the enduring appeal of the story of the titanic. marc allum: why is it that the titanic means so much to us? it's folklore. it's almost a kind of macabre fairy tale to us now. and lars tharp recalls the day he thought he was seeing double. usually they say, "try not to have two interviewees." - so who does this belong to? - women: me. ( laughing ) over the years our specialists have handled all manner of beloved items.

but it's rare to find something as well-loved as a childhood toy, many of which are handed down through families for generations. these bears and dolls often hold powerful memories for their owners, as katherine higgins recalls. when i'm talking about toys and dolls, the stories that really make the difference for me are the ones that have a connection between the owner and the object. for instance, my best ever situation would be someone who'd actually played with the object or the toy as a child. we may be looking at a doll from the 1960s, but my goodness, wasn't she fashionable? this is a tremendous collection here... the sindy doll collection that i saw in rotherham was quite amazing, actually. when she was standing in the queue i could see this big suitcase.

and when she wheeled it over to me and i saw it, and one outfit came out after another after another, and it carried on and on and on, i thought, "this is very exciting." in the early '60s, my father took me down every saturday morning with my pocket money and bought one of the outfits. so which was the first outfit then? there must be a beginning. i think the first one probably was this one. - right, the leather looker outfit. - yeah. 2 shillings and 11 pence, that's a reasonable amount of pocket money you had. yes, it was. higgins: these were the original outfits she'd had as a child. and not only that-- she hadn't always been given them. she'd saved her pocket money really hard to actually go out and buy them. sindy was probably every girl's dream doll, wasn't she? she was what they said-- - "the doll you loved to dress." - woman: exactly. she has outfits designed by the carnaby street team tuffin and foale, who designed this lovely weekenders outfit that we can see here. it's very unusual to see girls who've played with toys--

i mean, i'm the first person who's guilty here, you know, of ripping open the packaging and getting so excited about dressing sindy that i didn't keep the little hangers, and i didn't keep all the things that she'd kept. so that was the really exhilarating thing for me. have you any idea at all how much inflation has brought these prices up to and just the insatiable appetite for collectors? i've not really thought about the value of them because they are sentimental. - yes. - but my husband said i'd be disappointed today. she thought what she had was pretty lowbrow in terms of value. she'd remembered what she paid in pennies really for some of the outfits. i don't think she really thought that they had appreciated terribly much today. when you look at the price of an individual sindy doll, if she was still in her box, she could be worth as much as £225, 250, something like that. unboxed in this condition, - probably around about £50. something like that. - mm-hmm. she'd kept all the packaging, but she didn't have the boxes

for her dolls, so that was a bit naughty really. if we do a quick tot-up, you're looking at a collection that is approaching probably about £1,000 in value. - really? - yes, as much as £1,000. - so tell your husband that. - ( laughing ) bruce: bunny campione knows that bears can occupy a very special place in the family. it belongs to my aunt. she originally bought it at a summer fair for half a crown 30 years ago. so it's quite old. and did she buy it for any particular reason? she actually bought it for her dog to play with. what? bought a teddy bear for the dog! it used to pinch the baby's toys, which is quite amusing. so she got it that. the dog must have been the sweetest, kindest, gentlest little dog in the world 'cause all he did was chew a little bit of a paw. and aren't you and she lucky that it only did that damage? because this chap

is a very very important bear. he's by the firm of steiff in germany. the mother had taken the steiff-- it was a steiff-- steiff button out of the ear. man: she pulled it out 'cause she thought the dog would swallow it and choke on it. that's the first time i've ever heard the dog rather than the child. have you got any idea what he's worth? none at all. well, i think you'll have to break it to your aunt quite softly, because if he were to go into a teddy bear auction, he would make in the region between £3,500 and 4,000. £4,000? you're joking. - for the teddy bear? - for a teddy bear. he just was speechless. and the dog's obviously not gonna be allowed anywhere near it again. bruce: at the other end of the spectrum are the serious collectors. and some are more surprising than others. i remember anastasia from carlisle so well.

she was just brilliant. anastasia comes from carlisle and she says she's rather disappointed to hear that we're only in carlisle for a day because she she makes the point in her letter that she's at school and she can only get away between 12:00 and 1:00. "would it be possible to make an appointment?" well, indeed we did make an appointment for her to see hilary kay. well, this is a lovely doll. she's much too old - to be anywhere remotely near you in age. - ( anastasia laughs ) where does she come from? first would be my great-great-great-aunt. kay: anastasia struck me as somebody who was passionate about the dolls that she had. very interested in them, but really with quite an adult way of thinking about them. she wasn't wanting to play with them. she was very much looking at them as objects of antiquity

and wanting to find out about them. she had a really great attitude. their great-great-great- aunt's father had gone on a business trip and brought that back. - was it a present for his daughter? - as a present for his daughter. she had plenty of dolls that she could play with, and these were something special, and she recognized that quite right. - you say you're careful? - mm-hmm. very careful? all right. - especially with these dolls. - especially with the dolls. now this one, what, does it live in its box all the time? - yes. - okay. the value of that one i would have thought would be between about £800 and 1,200. - crikey. - crikey, yes. bruce: but some owners are less attached to their toys. my most exciting teddy bear was in northern ireland at mount stewart. and a lovely old man came in, and he had a very exciting bear, one that i had never handled. he hasn't been out of a bag for 40 years, at least.

you've been keeping him in a bag? my daughter has been keeping him in a bag. you kept it in a bag? poor poor bear! he's known as a teddy clown. they were produced on the 28th of february, 1926. they were introduc at the leipzig trade fair. now 30,000 of them were made, and very few remain particularly in good condition. so to have the ruff and everything, and the fur, and the pads didn't even have any moth holes. fantastic. now have you got any idea of his worth? well, some months ago i had an approximate valuation. he thought it may be worth between £2,000 and 3,000. so i said, "well, put a naught on it." if you were to buy him, you'd have to pay £20,000. ( gasps ) and he had the best reaction ever.