Patience

(monks chanting) (chanting continues) (dramatic music) (clanking) (door squeaks open) (door clangs shut) (sinister music) Lord, into thy hands I go.

(high tempo music) I knew you'd come.

(intro music) (birds twittering) (phone buzzing) Oh.

Oh, hello.

(chuckles) I've got a match.

What?

What do you reckon?

I don't know, I... I don't know him, so... Let's see.

Uh... we're being spied on.

(windows clang) Oh, yeah.

Well, these guys probably don't see many women.

What's with the dog?

It's in every photo.

What have you got against dogs?

He's trying too hard.

Never trust a man in a turtleneck either.

Christ, you're picky.

Maybe that's why you didn't find anyone at speed dating yet.

-She's got a point.

-I'm not picky.

Maybe I've just decided that casual dating's not the way forward for me.

What?

Are you saving yourself for the one?

Jake: I don't know.

Maybe.

(crow caws) (dramatic music) Bit of a strange one, this.

I mean, how...how would you know if someone's the one?

Well, exactly.

I mean, I thought my first boyfriend was the one, but it turns out I just liked his car.

Well, we were 17, you know, it was a biggie.

So, where's the body?

Man: Down there.

(emotive music) (CSIs chatting) Brother Lucas Drummond.

He was struck from the front with a cylindrical blade about 15 centimeters long, and five millimeters wide.

Oh, that's very precise for you.

Just trying to reach your high standards.

Jake: That's the first time I've seen a body sitting like that.

(suspenseful music) DI Monroe: So, what's this?

A candle spike?

-Hm-mm.

DI Monroe: So, it's probably here already.

Right?

So, maybe the murder wasn't premeditated.

It most likely punctured his liver or his spleen.

Dr.

Parsons: An autopsy will confirm it, but he probably didn't die instantly.

There's no blood.

Uh, there is.

But... it's at an odd angle.

I mean, it suggests that Brother Lucas wiped the murder weapon clean himself.

So, no fingerprints.

And why would he try and protect his own murderer?

(dramatic music) It's all a bit Last Supper, isn't it?

-Yeah.

So, who's Judas?

-Mm.

(coughs loudly) (chair scrapes) I'm the Abbott here at St.

John's.

Father Colin.

I'm Detective Inspector Monroe.

This is DS Hunter, Patience Evens.

Sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

Overall, quite shaken up as I'm sure you can imagine.

Of course.

Who found the body?

Uh, Brother Thomas.

He's a novice.

He opens up the church in the morning.

So, was the door still locked when you got there?

It was.

How well did you know Brother Lucas?

Um... he's only been here for two... two months.

He was transferred from another monastery.

Yeah.

(mysterious music) (sighs) (siren blaring) Any revelations in the archives about our unfortunate monk?

-Nope.

-Hmm.

Well, I guess it makes sense.

I mean, he's not a criminal.

Well, um, what is strange is there's no record of him in any administrative system.

So, there's no national insurance number or birth certificate.

-Yeah, and there's no family or anything mentioned in the monastic records, which is unusual apparently.

So, what?

Our victim was using a false identity?

-Maybe.

-Jesus.

Do we know anything?

Well, we do know that he was transferred to St John's two months ago, and before that he was here.

Yeah.

And then in 2010 he joined a monastery in the Outer Hebrides in South... Uist.

It's South Uist.

Yeah, that's what I said.

And then a few years later, he was ordained.

Yeah.

And then around the same time, look who turns up.

Oh, now, that is shady.

I, uh, need you all in the meeting room.

Now?

They're quite busy, sir.

Yes.

So am I. But the Chief Constable's been on my back about this PR nonsense.

Come on, let's just get through it.

Zinzi's waiting.

(background office chatter) We've had some really interesting results from our local focus groups.

They want to know what you're doing, who you are, and that you care.

Mm, I, uh... I had no idea the job we do could be boiled down to, um, to a... Mind map, Sir.

Literally, it's trust equals public confidence, equals more offenders in jail.

Oh.

So, we just do that and then more criminals get locked up.

Brilliant.

Sorted.

Want a candied pecan?

Um, no thanks.

Um, so... Seriously, they are mind blowing.

I got them from a farmer's market in Wakefield.

Here.

-Yeah.

No, I'm good.

I'm good.

(tin rattles) Yeah, go on then, I'll have one of them.

Right, right, guys, sorry, can we just, um... can we just... Um, please, please, everyone, we need to focus.

(crunching) Sorry, Zinzi.

Basically, confidence in this police station is at an all-time low, and well... Shh!

Well, if you were pulling in the same numbers as your old team in Manchester, that'd be a different story.

They'd be invented.

But...we can turn this around.

What are you all doing this Sunday?

Um, I don't know.

Eating, sleeping, avoiding my neighbor.

Not anymore.

I've booked you a stall at the local Viking Festival.

Oh, oh cool.

Celebrates York's ties to Viking settlers.

Oh, thanks, Will.

That degree's really paying off.

Yeah, they do reenactments and they sell helmets.

Okay.

Yeah, and it is the perfect opportunity for the people of York to meet you.

Well, uh, thank you very much, Zinzi, that all sounds very... uh, exciting.

And we will definitely all be there.

Yay.

(claps excitedly) (large doors clang open) (monks chanting) (doors squeaking) There they go, singing away as if nothing happened.

(DI Monroe sighs) All this blind faith.

No, I'm sorry, I prefer evidence.

And there ain't no evidence for him or her.

There's also no evidence that there isn't a him or her.

Yeah, don't hold your breath.

How may I help you?

Do you want to take care of the statements?

I'll deal with this.

Yeah, on it, boss.

(intriguing music) Please wait here.

DI Monroe: There he is.

Father Shady.

Why don't you answer your phone?

The monastery is a place for quiet reflection.

Why didn't you mention that for 10 years you were in South Uist?

I don't...um... The same monastery as Brother Lucas?

Not... here...please.

So, there's no record of Lucas Drummond ever existing.

So, who was this man?

I'm afraid, I can't tell you.

Why?

Is the Vatican stopping you?

No.

But we do respect our monks' privacy here.

Oh, if you need time to think about this, we can show you to a cell, Father.

I never actually knew who he was.

I didn't need to, I knew his soul.

His past was of no interest to me.

Do you know anything that could help us find out who he was?

Listen, Father, this man was murdered in your monastery.

I imagine you want to get this tidied up as fast as possible.

I...I don't know, I... Uh, th...there was someone he spoke of.

A woman, uh, Katie... I think.

He said they were soulmates.

That's all he told me.

(mysterious music) Just Katie?

Not even a surname.

(phone rings) Hello.

How can a soul have a mate?

That's an entirely conceptual entity.

Don't ask me.

I ain't got a clue, obviously.

Well, I just...that suggests that you've only got one chance.

So, what if they live in the Yucatan?

Why would they live in the Yucatan?

Or...or they're already married.

I'm not sure I'm following.

Well, I just want to know... how...what do you do if you've messed up your chance with someone?

Oh.

This is about SOCO boy, isn't it?

(door opens) Look, it takes time to get over a... Yeah, we need to get down to the mortuary.

If you two have finished sharing in the diary room.

(scoffs) (sinister music) Ah, scarring's well underway, so, must have occurred within the last three to four weeks.

What's that all about?

Yeah.

Probably penitence or something.

Yeah, well, monks were into self-flagellation back in the day, weren't they?

Yeah.

Yeah.

All a bit kinky, if you ask me.

These lacerations, they don't look like they were self-inflicted.

No, I agree.

So, what?

This monk was tortured?

Uh, have we heard anything back from the monastery in South Uist?

Not what we were expecting.

Lucas Drummond was expelled and came to York to atone.

-What for?

-Believe me, I've asked, but they've gone quiet on me.

They only take calls at 3 PM on Wednesdays.

What?

They can't do that.

Can you pull rank, Sir?

You want me to pull rank on the Pope?

Jake, contact the police in South...Uist.

They shouldn't be allowed to hide behind their religion.

Like, who do they think they are?

Well, steady on.

Uh, before you go.

Uh, Zinzi gave me this... rota, uh, for the Viking Festival on Sunday.

Jake: What's with the elephant in the helmet?

Oh, I wish I knew.

I wish I knew what the hell she was going on about any of the time, to be honest.

Well, get ready for an afternoon of soul crushing, excruciating small talk with the general public.

-Mm.

-Here, look, you're on this.

-Am I?

-Yeah, but don't worry, you're with me.

So, we'll just, uh... hand out leaflets all day.

Okay.

(door opens) Why didn't you tell us that Brother Lucas was thrown out of his last monastery?

The Brothers are under my care, Detective.

I have to respect their rights.

No, you have to respect the law.

What's with the secrets, Father?

-There are no secrets.

-Then why do I feel like you're blocking us?

-Anything you can give us would be very helpful, Father.

Brother Lucas was a deeply spiritual man, touched by God.

What do you mean?

He had visions.

Apparitions.

Christ appeared to him.

Really?

He should never have been asked to leave.

So, what happened?

The Vatican found his claims egregious, and sent an investigation team who concluded he was a fake.

What, and so he was out?

It was decided he was best off elsewhere, which was monumentally unfair.

When he had visions I... I...saw him transform.

I never doubted him for a minute, and invited him here to take refuge.

So, not the safe haven that you'd hoped?

No.

He had... troubles from the very start.

(dramatic music) Three weeks ago, an inverted pentagram was painted on Brother Lucas's cell door.

Jake: Wait, what?

Why didn't you tell us that before?

I'd hope to keep it within our community and not open us up to... Scathing public opinion.

I've found people can be quick to cast aspersions.

So, who did it?

I don't know.

And it's a mystery how anyone could have got into the monastery, but someone clearly wanted to let Brother Lucas know he wasn't safe in St.

John's.

(chapel bell ringing) (DI Monroe sighs) We need another chat with our charming monks.

-Yeah.

-I'm beginning to think this is an inside job.

Oh, yeah.

I mean, who else could have got close enough to paint a pentagram on his door?

(up tempo music) (quiet chatter) He was quite a... solitary soul, Brother Lucas.

I would've liked to have known him better.

All I can say is he was a very holy man.

Uh, an inspiration.

I looked up to him.

He believed in the purity of the fast.

He...he hardly ate at mealtimes.

I saw him steal a whole plate of food from the kitchen one night.

His greediness was sinful.

(scoffs) That man wasn't a saint.

Pretenders are worse than infidels.

And should pretenders be punished?

They're on their way to hell either way.

Brother Lucas, he welcomed it.

I saw it with my own eyes.

How do you mean?

This monastery harbors secrets.

But it was Brother Lucas who allowed Satan himself to enter.

(sinister music) Okay.

Thank you for your time.

Thank you.

(door opens) (door closes) Brother Swavek might not be the most reliable witness.

According to Father Colin, he's got dementia.

Mm.

Still doesn't stop him doing God's work.

Mm.

Now, my money's on Brother Matthew.

He clearly had it in for the victim.

The young lad's not off the hook.

He might have wanted to help Lucas become a martyr.

Well, that would fit with Brother Lucas wiping the murder weapon clean himself.

-So, they're all suspects.

-Mm.

(knock on door) Ever heard of Ultio Dei?

Go on.

They're a fundamentalist group.

They've been trolling Brother Lucas for the last couple of years.

Um, they're in the archives.

There's been a number of cases.

Art vandalism, attacks on abortion clinics, that kind of thing.

Yeah.

And some pretty punchy comments in their online chat forums.

I've had Cybercrimes have a look at their encrypted IP addresses.

They just got back to me.

One of them is from St.

John's.

Uh, m...may I?

Yeah.

I'll just move this... blender.

Why have you got a blender on your...?

-Yeah, sorry.

-Never mind.

Will: Here, from Zephaniah, 'Brother Lucas is a con artist and a liar.'

'His very existence is a danger to the Catholic faith.'

Oh, tell us what you really mean, Zephaniah.

(chapel bell tolling) (suspenseful music) (keyboard tapping) So, monks are online, are they?

Many study theology this way, and some just like the occasional treat from Waitrose.

Who logged on today at 10: 51?

(sinister beat) So, am I...under arrest or...?

Not yet.

But it's not looking good, Zephaniah.

How long you been a member of Ultio Dei?

I'm not a member.

I...I just sympathize with their cause.

Were you involved in Brother Lucas's death?

No.

O...of course not.

So, what, you were just trolling him, were you?

You don't know anything about the pentagram on Brother Lucas's door?

It was just... a...a...a warning.

(suspenseful music) And the whipping?

Just a warning too?

I just...let them in.

That's all I did.

Who did you let in?

Ultio Dei.

A...a few of them came and demanded to see him.

I...I didn't know they were going to go that far.

I swear.

-Son, why would you help these people?

Father, I...I believed he'd fallen.

(sinister music) At first, I adored him, you know this.

I truly thought him to be chosen, but... but he made a mockery of his faith... and of us.

A mockery.

How?

Sometimes I followed him.

He met with a woman.

They seemed close.

He was lying to all of us.

(soft music) (lights clanking) Patience, hi.

I wanted to tell you in person, I have the most brilliant news.

It's an amazing opportunity for you and your community at the Viking Festival.

Your clip did so brilliantly, and you're obviously such an asset to the City of York Police, so... I booked you a little slot on the stage.

Ah...why?

Well, I thought you could get up and literally say like a few words about your journey.

-The number five?

-What?

Well, I'll be getting the number five bus there.

No, I mean, sorry, um... experience navigating personal challenges, working alongside the police force.

No, sorry.

I don't think so.

No, I'll stick something down for you.

(dramatic music) You'll be brilliant.

Seriously.

I have total faith, honest.

See you Sunday.

-Y... uh... (phone ringing) Baxter.

Sir, we're headed to the address Brother Joe gave us.

What, the troll monk?

I've been talking to Cybercrimes about him.

We checked the address against the electoral role.

Turns out one of the tenants was a Katie Morgan.

Katie...Brother Lucas's friend?

Yeah, we're hoping so.

-Good.

Keep me posted.

-Will do, Sir.

Uh, before you go... Callum Banks, he was your reporting officer in Manchester, right?

Um, yeah.

Anything else?

No, no, no.

That's all.

Everything alright?

Yeah, yeah.

(sighs deeply) How the hell did you get those numbers, Banks?

Um, I don't know.

I've not seen her for a few days.

I'm...I'm worried actually.

So, that's unusual?

Well, uh... (sighs) she's... she's had some issues with drugs, so, um... sometimes she doesn't come home.

But she's never disappeared for this long.

So... you think she's on a bender?

Maybe.

You work with her?

At the hospital.

Are they aware of her problem?

She's been getting away with it, but... recently they've started to notice.

I've really tried to help her, but ...it's difficult.

Difficult?

Mm.

She's missed rent payments.

She's lied to me.

I... I really hope nothing's happened to her.

Has she ever mentioned anyone called Lucas Drummond?

No.

Oh, I mean, she has an ex called Lucas, but that's, um... Lucas Haynes, I think.

And actually, he turned up here a couple of weeks ago looking for her.

(suspenseful music) What'd he want?

I don't know.

She wasn't happy to see him.

They had a massive row.

He seemed like, I don't know, bad news.

Okay, well, thank you.

Thanks for...for all your time.

Uh, please, will you, will you let me know if you hear anything?

-Yeah, sure.

(suspenseful music continues) (door opens) (door closes) (sighs) (strenuous exhale) Alright, Mr.

Universe.

Oh, (laughs).

You, uh, you wouldn't be saying that if you saw me with my shirt off.

Oh, I, um, um, I...I don't, I wasn't... I'm sorry, I wasn't.

-Anyway... Katie Morgan's flatmate was right.

Lucas Haynes changed his name in 2010, right before he joined the monastery in South... South Uist.

Yeah.

Anyway, I've got Patience on it.

Cool.

Oh, I opened a missing person case on Katie Morgan.

Good idea.

Alright then, get back to it.

Chop, chop.

(laughs) Alright.

So... Lucas Haynes turned up in the files.

March 16th 2005, he was involved in an altercation at a bar.

Then he turned up a year later in a violent dispute with a cab driver.

Ah.

So, Brother Lucas had a violent streak.

It's not looking good for Katie Morgan.

(background chatter) It's homemade sriracha.

It's Thai.

-Okay.

Yeah, you got to enjoy your food.

It's like sex, it should stimulate all your senses.

-(clears throat) -Here.

Careful, though, it's got kick.

-No, thank you.

I've got everything I need here.

Believe me, it is life changing.

What is that?

-It's a pomegranate salad.

-Yeah, just try it.

-Uh, I... -I thought you based everything on evidence.

How do you know you won't love it?

Fair enough.

That is quite nice, actually.

Ah.

-Can I?

-No, no, no, no.

That's...that's all you're getting.

It's nearly finished.

-Hi.

-Hi.

Two plates of food, you must be really hungry.

Oh no, actually, half of this is for Will.

Mm.

Well, you know greed is a deadly sin.

(mysterious music) I think I know where Katie Morgan is.

Brother Matthew: (echoing) His greediness was sinful.

That man was no saint.

(high tempo music) (police radio chatter) I don't get it.

I was certain she'd be here somewhere.

-Yeah, me too.

-What makes you so sure?

Uh, Brother Lucas was seen stealing food.

We believed it was for Katie.

No, no, no.

I would've noticed something like that happening right under my nose.

I, I'm sorry, I just don't know how it would be possible.

(loud chatter) Brother Swavek.

Brother Swavek.

Uh, uh, you remember DI Monroe?

Do you recognize this woman?

(mysterious music) The serpent.

What do you mean?

Brother Lucas brought her here to poison us.

To drag us all to hell.

(trolley trundling) Father Colin?

It says there's a granary here.

Uh, yes.

Yes, there used to be.

It...it got bombed during the war.

It's all a part of the library now.

I need to see it.

(dramatic music) You can go straight through to the kitchen.

(suspicious music) Nobody ever really goes up there anymore.

(footsteps hurrying) (suspenseful music) The bookcase has been moved.

I don't think so.

It's just a bookcase.

(suspenseful music continues) There's something unusual about this.

What is it?

No, this is the way in.

(latch clicks) (mysterious music) Wait here.

Jake.

(high tempo music) Hello.

Hello.

There's a key.

Christ.

Katie Morgan.

I can't believe he's dead.

When he didn't come back, (sniffs) um, I tried to leave, but he... he'd locked me in.

He was gone for days, no one could hear me calling.

The bookcase would've made it soundproof.

That must have been terrifying.

Why was he holding you hostage?

Hostage?

Oh, no, Lucas was helping me to... I needed to dry out.

Drugs.

I had to get out my flat.

It was dangerous.

My flatmate, she was, um, she was my dealer.

She... She's very, uh... manipulative.

She had absolutely no interest in getting me clean.

Do you mean Joanne?

Yeah.

So, what exactly was your relationship with Brother Lucas?

Friends... these days, uh... since he found God.

But, um... (poignant music) I met him in A&E.

He...came in one night, he'd been in a fight.

He was a mess but, um... I don't know, he seemed more broken on the inside.

And you wanted to help him.

Yeah.

And then we fell in love.

In spite of his demons, he... he had a good heart.

But he never hurt you.

(whispers) No.

God, no.

No, he...he had a temper, sure.

But never with me.

He only ever tried to protect me.

And then he vanished?

Yeah, for 15 years.

(scoffs) And then he turns up out the blue a few weeks ago.

I was shocked but he was... well, he was still the man I fell in love with.

It's cheesy, I know, but, um... he had the other half.

(dramatic music) (rain pattering) Uh, sorry, Miss Morgan, Brother Lucas, was he your soulmate?

Um, the, the one or...?

I guess so.

Even though that he broke your heart?

He was still my person.

Well, if you're meant to be with him, then tell him.

I think it's a two-way street.

He should tell her.

Well, I think you should play the field.

That's what I do.

I don't like to pin myself down.

(whispers) Okay.

Yeah.

I mean, I think that's...that's all goods suggestions, guys.

Although I do like to be pinned down, I...I've recently discovered.

Cool.

Uh... I think Alex is right.

Uh, if you... think that he's the one that got away, then... you should tell him.

How?

Well... what do you want to say to him?

Uh... (soft music) I think, well... well, just that timetables don't matter, and I don't care that we're not the same.

I think it makes it more interesting.

Or that... well, I like that he likes my pets.

Um, or that he can't keep a cactus alive.

(laughter) And... well, that he's still my person and... I want to be with him.

But what would I say?

(laughs) That.

(laughs) (sirens wailing) Oh!

Ah!

Let go of me.

Come on, Joanne.

Come here!

Oh!

What's your problem?

(dramatic music) Jake: You can explain everything when we get to the station.

(arguing in background) Look, Joanne, calm down.

Don't escalate this.

(whirring loudly) (phone rings) -(Joanne shouting) -Well?

Yeah, we got her.

It looks like she's been dealing to more clients than just Katie too.

Don't think she'll be coming home anytime soon.

Well, good, good.

Oh!

God!

Boss, you okay?

What's happened?

No!

What's happening?

Do you need me to come round?

No, I just, I over-salted the sriracha.

It's... (gentle music) (mice squeaking) Hmm.

(sighs) So, you've hit a dead end with Lucas Haynes?

Yes.

But I have found something on Katie Morgan.

-Oh, yeah?.

-Yeah, a case.

So, she's registered as an A&E nurse, um, so, I was able to narrow down my searches.

So, 2009, a doctor at the hospital she worked at, Robert Hargrove, was attacked.

He died from his injuries and they didn't find the perpetrator.

Right.

What's this got to do with Katie Morgan?

So... she was listed as a witness.

She claimed not to have seen anything, but this was in the clenched fist of the victim like he tried to grab it off his attacker.

Is that the other half of Katie Morgan's necklace?

Well, it looks like it.

I mean, it doesn't mention Lucas Haynes, but given the evidence, I think he's guilty of the murder of Robert Hargrove.

Yeah, hey, I think we need to speak to Katie Morgan again.

Look, we know that Lucas attacked Robert Hargrove, and that you were a witness.

We went through this years ago.

I didn't see anything.

Obstruction of justice, Ms.

Morgan, is a crime.

DI Monroe: Lucas is dead, Katie.

Don't you want to help us find his killer?

That's all we're trying to do here.

(dramatic music) Okay.

It's ju... It's just hard to.

Take your time.

Robert Hargrove, everyone knew he could be... handsy and inappropriate.

One night it was late, I was... waiting for Lucas.

Hargrove started in on me like he was flirting with me, trying to grab me, but... like it was a joke.

But it wasn't.

And I tried to laugh it off.

(gently) It's okay.

But then he... he pushed me against the wall and he...forced himself on me.

But then turned up before he could do anything.

And... yeah, he lost it.

Lost it?

(suspenseful music) He didn't mean to kill him.

He was just trying to stop him from hurting me.

So, maybe Brother Lucas was murdered as revenge for killing Hargrove all those years ago.

It's a surprise twist.

Well, 20 percent of the homicides in the UK are motivated by revenge.

So, it's not... necessarily a surprise to me, DCI Baxter.

On the other hand, he didn't seem like a very popular individual.

I'm not sure how many people would want to avenge him.

You found a younger brother, didn't you?

Yeah, Leo Hargrove.

28-year-old with a checkered past.

A few stints inside for petty stuff.

Seems to have fallen in with the wrong crowd.

Looks like a troubled soul.

-Isn't that...?

-That's the delivery guy.

Yeah.

(suspenseful music) Let's go.

(car engines revving) (car doors open, close) (trolley trundling) Hey, you!

Can we talk to you for a minute please, mate?

City of York Police.

(high tempo music) Oi!

Stop!

I said stop!

Ah!

Urgh!

Ah, he's locked himself in.

And he won't be in there alone.

No.

The Vespers.

What do we do?

Um... Uh, the architectural plans... So, um, uh, yes, uh, uh, uh, there's a crypt underneath the church.

It...it could lead to another entrance.

Alright.

(high tempo music resumes) Um... Uh... (pouring) Which way?

Over there?

Uh... okay, no, um, our access point should be a lot further down there.

Um, that must lead to the sacristy, but I'm not sure it's possible to get into the church like that.

I'll go and check it out.

You guys stay with Patience.

-Alright.

Come on.

(high tempo music resumes) You harbored my brother's murderer.

You're all in on it, weren't you?

(clanging) Leo!

Leo, Leo, Leo... look, look, look, it's okay, it's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay, look, Leo... (monks whispering prayers) Please, Leo, we are... we are here to help.

(scoffs) Help me?

Yeah.

Where were you years ago, when I, when I... begged you find my brother's murderer...eh?

I was just a kid.

And when he died... everything went to hell.

(high tempo music intensifies) An eye for an eye... isn't that right, Father?

Look, you were hit hard by your brother's death, Leo.

And that is completely understandable.

But if you kill 12 innocent... Yeah, but they're, they're not innocent though, are they?

They let a man get away with murder.

Oh, my son, Brother Lucas didn't get away with anything.

Atonement became his life's work.

Our demons, they...they join us here at the monastery.

We must answer to them... and to ourselves.

(sobs) (lighter flicks closed) Don't move!

Don't move!

Do you want to know what he said to me when I stabbed him?

(squelch) (whispers) 'Will you forgive me?'

Then he wiped the spike clean of my prints.

Where was his anger?

Hey?

(lighter flicks, lights) Jake: Leo... Leo, look at me, mate.

I'm sorry.

You do not have to do this.

Look at me, Leo!

Look at me!

(clinking) (grunts) (struggling) (monks panicking) (handcuffs clicking) (festival music playing) Hello, cheers.

Patience: (clears throat) Hi.

Jake: Hello, City of York Police.

City of York Police, thank you.

City of York Police, thank you.

City of York Police, thank you.

Hey.

Hi.

Um... Zinzi: Patience... It's time for your slot on stage.

-What?

-You ready?

No.

What?

Sorry, no, I don't think that I'm...um... -Oh, don't worry.

I've got a little speech prepared for you.

Come on.

-Uh... -You can do it.

-Well...what... Ladies and gentlemen, Patience Evans.

(applause, cheering) Um... sorry, um... uh... my name is Patience Evans.

I... Man: Give us a song.

(laughter) Uh... We're not here for police training.

(Patience clears her throat) Um, I work in the Criminal Records Department of the City of York Police.

And... um, I... (soft music) uh... -Hey.

I'm autistic.

Poor girl.

I can't watch.

(crowd chattering) Um... Shh!

Uh, w... Uh, my name is DCI Calvin Baxter, and I'm the Chief of the City of York Police.

Uh, so, Patience... well, um... It's okay.

-(whispers) You sure?

-Yeah.

(dramatic music) (clears throat) All my life I've preferred to be on my own, ever since I was...small.

I never thought that I'd be able to be part of a team.

But it...it turns out that all I needed was the right team.

Working alongside the City of York Police has been one of the most incredible experiences of my life.

They work so hard to keep our streets safe.

Well, I mean, most of them are single because they can't maintain a work-life balance.

(laughs) Doesn't matter.

Um, they're... brave, honest, and kind people.

And I'm so proud to have them on my side.

And I think you should too.

Thank you.

(applause, cheering) (dramatic music) DI Monroe: She was really good, really good.

Genuinely.

– Will: Well done.

-Thank you.

Monroe, you need to get back to the office as soon as possible.

-Why?

-Situation in the Hebrides, one of the islands.

Oh, what's it called again?

Oh, yeah.

What was the name of that place?

South something?

O...ooost.

Oooost.

Oooost.

(laughter) Very funny.

Oh no, what are we gonna do with you?

(laughs)