Swanky jazz music plays
afternoon, sister.
Sorry to intrude.
Agents hooper and lang, here.
Mi5.
Rather important we come inside.
Chop, chop, there's a good girl.
Please, what is this about?
We know the significance of this convent.
What it contains.
Hooper: I'm afraid your location's been discovered
by enemies of the realm.
They're a rather uncivilised lot, so time is of the essence.
Lang: They might be in the town already.
Now think, sister.
Have you been approached by anyone other than us?
No, we've had no other visitors.
Woman shrieks
suspenseful jazz music
In Russian accent: You will not succeed, englishman.
Gun cocks — tense jazz music
the meteor belongs to the kremlin.
Hmm.
Gunshot — woman screams
bullet whizzes
cut!
Something just hit that wall. — can't have. She just fired a blank.
No one said there would be pyrotechnics.
Oh... make—up?
She sniffs
there's a slight odour of sulphur.
By the dimensions, I'd say...
That's a very real .38 calibre bullet.
She gasps — gun clati'ers
Camera clicks
camera clicks
let me guess.
Sam dispatched you in favour of more pressing business
which I suspect looks suspiciously like a catnap.
He said he does his best work with his eyes closed.
She giggles — well...
Fortunately, my eyes were wide open
observing the filming
which has been tremendous fun too, hasn't it, sister Peter?
Oh, it certainly has.
Um, only now, it does seem
that the drama is unfolding off camera as much as on.
I've removed the bullet, of course.
No sign of the prop gun as yet
but the real one was aimed at our fictional hero
Rodney h00per.
Hugo Steele.
Pleased to meet you.
Oh, I say!
What nice threads.
Er, thank you.
Ds livingstone. May I ask who's in charge here?
That will be me. Dick lansky, producer.
And I'm the director, ray Crawford.
To be honest, I'm glad you're here.
We thought that nun was moonlighting as a copper.
Ray chuckles — oh!
No, I'm merely a police scientific adviser.
I didn't know it was real, I swear!
You're the one who fired it?
Yes.
Sergeant.
Sir. I...
Debra diamond.
I'm playing Katya, one of the Russian assassins.
Excuse me.
What exactly is this programme?
"Operation ot."
You've never seen it? — no.
Oh, it's quite, quite marvellous.
It's about ml5 secret agents
Rodney hooper and Linda lang
valiantly fighting international espionage
and paranormal crime. — man chuckles
didn't think a nun would go in for that sort of thing.
Why ever not?
I've not missed a single episode.
May I ask who you're playing?
In Russian accent: I am vlad, the Russian villain.
She giggles
heads up.
Reverend mother wants a word, sharpish.
Can you see if you can locate the pr0p gun?
Right.
Ok, I take it no one saw the real gun being planted?
They murmur — no.
Have there been any other incidents, anything suspicious?
Two days ago, we were filming...
Sorry, your name, Ms...?
Pamela wishbone.
We were filming at ot hq
the studio stuff in London.
A redhead nearly fell on dick.
What?
A big light from the ceiling.
And you suspect that this might've been deliberate?
No, of course it wasn't, it was a faulty hook light.
Complete accident.
Sarge?
Camera clicks
or perhaps not.
What's this I hear about a shot being fired?
I think that's just what they call it, reverend mother
when they film, you know, a film shoot.
I'm aware of the term, sister Reginald.
Just because I have no interest in the television
doesn't mean I'm a complete ignoramus.
Distant bell tolls
you're awful quiet, sister Peter.
Is there something untoward I should be informed of?
No, reverend mother.
Better keep it that way.
You both assured me there'd be no disruption
to our daily order.
If I get so much as a whiff of infraction
I'll march down there and I'll—...
No!
Need.
There's no need to trouble yourself, reverend mother.
You have far more important things to do.
We'll handle it.
Felix: A falling light on set is one thing
but a planted, loaded gun?
That's attempted murder.
Agreed.
But who was the real bullet meant for?
Let's consider.
The lead actor, Hugo Steele.
One might assume that he was the target
given that he was shot at
but fact, it was carefully choreographed in the rehearsal
Hugo was to dive out of harm's way before the gunshot.
As you can see, the bullet passed through the chair
positioned directly behind him
a chair clearly marked as the director's.
So someone wanted ray Crawford dead.
Sister boniface: A fair assumption.
However, complication.
The producer, dick lansky.
I've noticed he habitually sits in the director's chair
a clear power game between the men.
It was, in fact, mr lansky
who vacated it at the last moment to get a better view.
And it was mr lansky who nearly got hit by the falling light.
Sorry, but what do you mean by a better view?
There's nothing blocking the view from the chair.
Bravo, Peggy. I'm so glad that you asked that.
So, quick show—business titbit.
I am told that the optimal vantage point
is as close to the camera as possible, and yet
note the unusual distance between the chair and the camera.
Someone moved it to be in line with the bullet.
Someone who had to have been at the rehearsal.
Apart from you and sister Peter, it was a closed set.
Who could have switched the guns or moved the chair
without being seen by cast or crew?
Well, perhaps it was one of the cast or crew.
Well, maybe this will settle it, sarge.
I took everyone's fingerprints
and wrote down their names in full, just like you said.
I even alphabetised them.
Good work, Peggy, thank you.
Sister.
The moment of truth. — yeah.
Now, the prop gun in the bin had no prints on it
it was wiped clean
but I managed to lift two distinctive thumb prints
from the .38, one large, one small.
The smaller, I presume...
Was Debra's.
Correct.
As for the other one.
Man: I didn't plant it onset, I swear.
I didn't even know it was missing. Someone must have stolen it.
I see. And why should we believe you
mr brumfield? — because...
Look, I'm a TV writer.
I know all about plotting crime.
If I'd switched the guns
why would I leave my own prints all over it?
I must admit, as an avid reader of whodunnits
I'd certainly have wiped the gun clean myself.
Felix sighs
we have reason to believe that mr lansky was the target.
There was also an incident with a falling light.
That nearly hit me, too.
Not that anyone cares.
Interesting.
So you suspect someone wanted to kill you as well?
No. — pencil scratches
I... I don't think so.
Why? Has someone said something?
No, mr brumfield.
Can you think of anyone who might want to kill mr lansky?
Course I can.
He's a producer.
I just wanted to thank you for casting me, mr lansky.
No need to thank me, sweetheart.
Pleasure to have you on qt.
Sorry to interrupt.
May we have a moment, please?
He sighs we'll talk later, darling, yeah?
Sorry.
She's keen.
Good little actress.
We believe the bullet that was fired today at set
it may have been meant for you.
Oh, yeah? — yeah.
He chuckles
well, can't say I'm surprised.
This doesn't concern you?
Well, like I always say, if you can't stand the heat
stay out of show business.
Oh! She giggles
very good.
Could you think of anyone specific
that might've had a grudge against you?
Uh... a few actors I've booted off the show didn't go quietly
but actors never do anything quietly.
Could you list them for me?
Dick sighs
come on then. He clears throat
uh... oh, yeah.
Jumped—up little twerp.
Ancient history, if you ask me.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a show to shoot
and we are behind schedule.
Is it just me
or are you starting to like him? She giggles
I need to find out more about these three.
Oh, you know who you should ask?
Jasper berridge.
He played professor pringle in series one and two.
Upbeat jazzy music plays
He always gave mind—bogglingly
complex scientific explanations to hooper and lang.
Terrible old soak, Jasper.
Couldn't remember his own name without a prompt.
You know, he once threw a babycham in dick's face
at the Dorchester.
They laugh
what about Derek Colt?
Don't tell me, I know this one.
Only appeared in one episode.
The very first, in fact.
Suspenseful jazz music plays
motorcycle rumbles
he played agent Harry stone
hooper's former partner in ml5
before his tragic death in a motorbike crash.
Oh, she's...
She's very good.
Pamela: Poor Derek.
He was lucky to survive that stunt.
Sister Peter gasps you mean the fireball was real?
Dick never wastes a good take.
Marigold frith?
Four episodes, series three.
She played pippa davinshire
one—time love interest for agent hooper.
Exposed as a double agent by agent lang.
At first, it seemed agent lang was just jealous
but she was proven right when—...
Get her off me!
She groans
abominable cow.
I had my neck in a brace for a week.
And after dick fired her, she pestered him for months.
I say...
You know what you should do?
Have a line in the ep.
There's plenty of fake nuns so why not a real one, eh?
Ray: Ok, moving on to the next scene!
Assassin nuns, very good, you're done for now.
Ok, we'll do Pamela's close—up
and then everybody down to the cellar
for hooper's electrocution scene.
Yeah, it was good.
We made some calls to equity.
It seems Jasper berridge died last Christmas
during a pantomime.
Derek Colt became a children's entertainer
called busby the clown.
And marigold frith is currently playing Cleopatra
upstairs at the seven horses in Blackpool.
So, quite patently, none are in great slaughter
where, in any case, they'd be recognised.
Deduction, whether connected to the past or not
the culprit is presently known to everyone.
Well, whoever they are, I pray they don't strike again.
"Father, is that you?
Father!"
No.
"Father? Is that...?
Father!"
Hello?
Door creaks
hello?
She screams
camera clicks
Sam sighs
perhaps you'll let me know next time before things escalate?
Felix: But sir, I did, it was all in the report.
The one that was on your desk?
With the big note that read, "please read."
Well, if you're gonna hide things on my desk
of all places. — camera clicks
sister boniface: Note the rag in his mouth
to muffle his cries.
Electric bands on the temples
the current dialled all the way up to maximum.
He most likely died of a heart attack.
Looks like someone punched him here, too.
Clearly a winning personality.
Indeed.
And the presence of a dressing suggests it was sustained earlier.
Wherever it happened, it would have bled copiously.
Any thoughts on time of death? — camera clicks
we'll have to wait for the pathologist, of course
but from the stages of rigour mortis
I'd say it was early in the am.
Right.
Hello...
A hairpin.
It must've fallen from the killer as they lent over him.
So it could be a woman.
Sir, they're all out there, asking questions.
I've got a fair few myself.
Crowd murmurs
alright. Hello, I'm...
Can everyone keep it down, please?
I'm di Gillespie.
I'm taking over this investigation.
Love the show, by the way.
Never mind that.
Is dick really dead?
We heard he'd been tortured, naked.
Yeah, well, no, he wasn't naked
but he has been killed, and that's all I can say.
Everyone must remain on the premises.
What about the filming?
Just asking.
This is an active crime scene. That'll have to wait.
Now, did anyone see mr lansky
go down into the cellar last night?
Was he alone? Did anyone see or hear anything?
No, we were...
We were all at the pub.
Dick said we could finish early.
Oh, show him the note.
Oh, yeah, um...
We were setting up the shoot, the last scene of the day
and I found this taped to the camera.
It had five pounds inside.
"Shoot the torture scene in the morning.
Have a drink on me. Dick."
Did this seem odd to anybody?
Well, I thought so, but everyone just charged out.
So, except for mr lansky
was anybody else missing from the pub?
We were all there, as far as I know, until closing time.
So, the killer left him handcuffed and gagged in the cellar
joined the others in the pub
and then returned later on to finish the job?
Thus constructing the perfect alibi.
It's rather brilliant, really. — mm.
Sam, can you confirm something for me?
I hear the producer was found dead
wearing nothing but ladies' undergarments.
Ladies' under...
Where are you getting this from?
No, he was fully clothed.
And before you ask, we're not ready to make a statement.
Fully clothed. Good.
I don't much care for smut.
A showbiz murder, on the other hand
now that is two scoops with a cherry on top.
Ah, you're all heart, Ruth
but who said anything about murder?
Well, you did. As good as, by not making a statement.
Sometimes I'd like to...
Kiss her.
No, what? — oh.
No.
Don't you have some evidence to examine or something?
Right you are.
Sam sighs
he couldn't have had the good grace to die elsewhere.
What on earth happened, for goodness sake?
I believe it was heart failure, reverend mother.
Tragedy.
I'm sure you'll want us all to pray for him.
Mmm.
I'm sure this unfortunate incident
will put an end to their filming, and good riddance.
Cheer up.
At least you got a souvenir.
Is that the script?
May I?
Thank you.
A gunshot in the show becomes real, now a torture scene.
If life is imitating art, we need to know.
Huh.
I think we solved the mystery of who punched mr lansky.
Ray: Aye, I thumped him
because he was fooling around with all the girls.
What girls? — the actresses.
The crew, the extras
even the ones that were dressed as nuns.
It was disgusting.
Then I saw him going off with Debra.
Now, she's a nice girl, a bit naive
so I followed them, right?
Next thing I know, she's coming out his trailer in tears.
So, you punched him and realised your mistake.
He could have ended your career.
What, so you think I killed him? Aye, very good.
Suppose it was me that was trying to drop lights on his bonce and all.
Listen, I wouldn't risk anyone's life
and I wouldn't risk this show.
I've been on ot since the beginning, most of us here have.
It's a labour of love.
Ray sighs
listen, all I'm saying is maybe you want to
have a look at the guest artists
instead of the regulars. Like him, for instance.
Bruno laughs — nutter.
Keeps offering autographs to the fans
as if he's one of the stars.
And there's the assassin nuns and...
Debra, even.
Oh, aye, she's all sweet, but who knows who she really is, hmm?
Sam: Go and see what the water works were about.
Yes, sir.
And you...
Don't leave town until I say so.
Well, why would I?
Right, I've got a show to finish.
Now listen, fella, I know you've got a job to do
but so do we.
Livelihoods depend on it, so can we please, please
just get back to work?
Alright, but on your heads be it.
Not literally, I hope.
You heard the man! Places, everyone, please!
Ok, I want to see smiles, energy, pizazz!
Dazzle me, everyone!
So, you were seen leaving mr lansky's trailer in tears.
Can you tell me what happened?
Nothing happened.
I left before it could.
Ah, I see.
And was there a reason you agreed to be alone with him, miss diamond?
I liked the movies he used to make.
That's all.
What's wrong with that?
Nothing. — I suppose you think
it's my fault he tried it on.
No, I didn't mean to...
I'm s o rry|
Sam: Any clues on the hairpin?
More like half a clue.
Correction, more like a tenth of a clue.
A tenth of what, you may well ask. Well!
I wish I could say.
I wish you would spit it out.
Yes, well, that's a fair point.
I'll try.
So, I found a barely detectable quantity
of propylene glycol
along with traces of copper and magnesium
but I can't see for certain what it is.
Perhaps some kind of industrial chemical
or it might be a component in some kind of hair product
such as hairspray.
That would certainly contain polyvinyl pyrrolidone
and polyvinyl acetate
but there was no trace of that
so you see, it really is barely a clue at all.
I think I preferred the short answer.
Yes.
And from too little evidence to far too much.
So, I dusted the typewriter keys for prints
and as you can imagine
there are hundreds.
We can assume that the letter firing mr Crawford
was the genuine article
and as for the fake note sending everyone to the pub
same typewriter, undoubtedly typed by our killer
but who was it?
She sniffs oh.
He sighs not exactly citizen Kane.
True, but if rosebud had been a glowing meteor from outer space
it would've been so much more fun.
Is there nothing at all illuminating in the script?
Sam: Not really.
Some of the pages are different colours.
I don't know why.
Late amendments.
I was given a line, you see.
So, blue pages added to the existing script.
Changes before that were in pink.
But that means...
That torture scene, it was...
Added later.
Whose idea was that?
Mr Milton?
I need to talk to you about the torture scene in "ot".
Apparently it was your suggestion.
Yeah, but it's been cut, which is a real shame.
Vlad was gonna say...
In Russian accent: "You people in the west, you're like spoiled children.
I know what is like to suffer
I know what is like to sacrifice.
In the kgb——ii
ok, thank you, mr Milton.
I'm not sure if you're aware
but mr lansky was electrocuted exactly the same way
as in that scene
so forgive me if I'm a touch suspicious.
Well, that's horrible.
I asked mr lansky if I could have a bigger scene.
I didn't think it would end up killing him.
He sobs
pull yourself together, man.
Button. Excuse me.
Uh, sir, miss penny called.
She asked to see you at the bugle. — right.
Bell tolls
ray: Is this supposed to be our meteor?
Yes.
Could we please have one prop
that isn't made out of bleeding egg boxes?
Honestly.
Well, awfully sorry to bother you
but I had a line that was cut.
As an assassin nun?
No, a real one, in ot.
Also, I'm a real one in life.
Could I please have another line?
Ray sighs could she be in this one?
She could see vlad and the assassin
run past with the bomb in the briefcase.
When hooper and lang burst from the confessional
she could say... "They went that way!"
Do you think you can remember that?
Yes. Yes!
"They went that way!"
Thank you. — alright, very good.
Ok, people! Places, please.
Now, we're running behind
so we're gonna cut the rehearsal and just go for a take.
Crewman: Run sound!
Sound speed.
Din over.
Mark it. — scene 30, take one.
Action.
They—— — what on earth's going on here?
Cut!
Who are you?
Nuns with guns!
Nuns with...
Flesh on display.
I'd never seen the like.
Well, it stops now.
I won't have those people here a minute longer.
Not so easy, I'm afraid.
Permit's been signed, money's changed hands.
Well, un—change it.
What on earth would canoness basil say
if she knew about this?
She does, reverend mother.
Gave it her blessing, in fact.
Her blessing?
I see.
Then there's only one thing to do.
You can go now!
Footste ps run
Women chati'er
that was fast.
You must be desperate for a lead.
How about we skip the jousting just this once?
Where's the fun in that?
Well, you obviously have something
not quite enough to go to print
but enough to bargain with.
So, let's bargain.
A showbiz murder on my patch.
If I don't break it first, it looks bad.
Well, we can't have that, can we?
Jean was talented by all accounts
but this was her last film.
She gave it all up to have a baby in 1940.
That kid would be about your age now
and there's definitely a resemblance.
Dick lansky was your father, wasn't he?
Did he know when he hired you?
No.
What really happened in that trailer, Debra?
Did you tell him who you were?
I was going to
but he got the wrong idea.
He tried to kiss me, and...
I ran.
That must've made you angry.
Angry enough to kill him. — of course not!
He abandoned you and your mother.
You had every reason to hate him.
Well, I didn't.
I just wanted to know my dad
but somebody killed him before I got the chance.
She sobs
Here.
Sam sighs
Hugo: Hands in the air, old stick.
We wouldn't want you closing that and starting the timer now, would we?
Step away, slowly.
That's it.
Actors g ru nt
He groans
actors g ru nt
Nobody fights like that.
Actors g ru nt
whoa, whoa, whoa! — oh!
Bruno!
Bruno.
Are you alright? — yeah, I think so.
Ray: Oh, we should get him to hospital.
No, no, I'll be ok.
I... I've got a tough noggin.
What happened? Charlie, did you forget to use the sandbags?
No, I didn't.
It would appear they were moved deliberately.
He sighs if it's my job to make people cry
then it's been a productive day.
What have I missed?
A falling set
which injured mr Milton and almost injured mr Steele.
So, remember our old friend propylene glycol
from the hairpin? — mm.
Well, I found more of it
along with traces of alkaline phosphatase.
Of course... amylase!
That's an enzyme.
It's aloe Vera.
Oh. And what is that used for?
Well, all sorts.
Skin lotion. Cosmetics.
It's a remedy for treating burns.
Um... — burns?
Derek Colt, he was on the first episode of qt.
He got burned during a motorbike stunt.
How could he possibly be here?
His appearance has changed.
The once—handsome actor
learned how to hide his terrible scars.
He's hiding now, in plain sight
as vlad the villain.
Bruno Milton is Derek Colt.
Felix: Sir, it doesn't make sense.
A set just fell on him.
Why would he deliberately hurt himself?
To throw us off the scent.
I only questioned him this morning.
He knocks door — Bruno?
Mr Milton, it's the police.
Mr Milton?
Stop.
I said stop!
Felix?
They grunt
Felix chokes
Bruno grunts
You alright there, Felix? — I'm fine.
That was a cheap shot.
Cockerel crows
Three operations, it took
just to get my mug looking half—way normal.
I could have been the next Sean Connery
if it wasn't for dick.
Why was it his fault?
I said the stunt was too dangerous.
He gave me a drink to steady my nerves.
"Go on, Derek, you'll be fine," he said.
And then, "poof!"
Up in smoke.
Just like my career.
Took him to court for loss of earnings
but he stitched me up like a kipper.
Said it was my fault because I'd been drinking.
Got that writer Bernard to testify against me.
So, the light that fell?
It was meant for both of them?
Thought I'd try and kill two turds with one stone.
Look, we get it, they screwed you over
but why kill them after all these years?
Why not move on?
Move on?
To what?
Entertaining dribbling kids?
And every week I had to listen to my mum saying
how much she loves operation qt.
That's nice, innit?
It's still her favourite show.
Sam: A villain playing a villain.
Your greatest role yet.
Pity no one will remember it.
You'll be locked away and the rest of the world will be tuning in
including your mum, to watch operation qt.
If you say so.
What does that mean?
The gunshot.
The torture scene.
You're mirroring the script.
There's a bomb in a briefcase at the end.
You'd really blow everyone up?
Course I wouldn't.
Just Bernard.
Bernard! We need a rewrite, quick sharp.
Bernard snores
oh, wake up, man!
Listen, Bruno's been arrested
and vlad's in this final scene.
Bernard snores
oh, what?
Bernard snores
Canoness basil!
What brings you here?
Everyone, please make way.
No need for fanfare, sister Peter
it's not a papal visit.
Where should we stand to avoid being in the shot?
Is that how they say it?
Spot on, canoness basil
and, um, it's quite safe to stand with us.
Oh yes, I'd like the three of you close at hand
when canoness basil truly appreciates what's in store.
Ray: Well, surprise, surprise!
Bernard's absolutely pished, again
so we're just gonna have to wing it.
Er, Debra, we can... We can just have Katya
leave the bomb on the altar instead
and then you spot the meteor that vlad left.
I can't resist touching it
so I'm possessed with evil forces.
That's good, I like it.
Then enter the assassin nuns who all spasm and die
and then the big floating crucifix
flies off the altar
and kills Katya.
Yeah.
Right.
Everybody got that?
I most certainly did.
Is he dead?
Bernard groans — Felix sighs
Sleeping pills, to keep him here.
Where's the bomb?
Wait, are they still filming?
Did you imagine this unedifying spectacle
would escape my notice?
I... we just thought it was harmless.
Everybody stay calm.
I just need to check the, um... — sir.
Right here, right here.
That briefcase.
Good lord.
What is it?
It's a bomb. — a bomb!
Sam: Good idea. Everybody, go outside.
Ok, Felix, we need to clear the whole convent.
We don't know how far the blast radius will be.
Ok... he pants
we've got a minute.
I'm gonna stay with the bomb and try and disarm it.
Do you have the first idea how?
Right. Well, we had a lesson in bomb disposal at bletchley.
A lesson? — well, half a lesson, actually.
One of our listening stations picked up an e—bar transmission and... right—o.
Task at hand. — bomb ticks
sisters, I told you to go.
Now!
I don't think you realise how serious this is.
And I don't think you realise the power of prayer, inspector.
Kept me alive in the blitz.
Now, if memory serves
the wires are bundled together in a module
and the wire to cut is usually red.
Well, they're all red and we don't have any wire cutters.
15 seconds!
Well, I just need to yank the right one out, then.
Right. — so, it should be the last wire
at the bottom of the bundle.
Or is it the top?
Hmm, now, it's not a collapsing circuit
so I just need to trace the correct wire—...
For the love of god, sister, five seconds!
As I thought, the one closest to the power supply.
And out...
You... come.
Timer dings
ha! — Sam sighs
right, I'll, uh... I'll get rid of this, shall I?
I would.
Yeah.
Sam exhales
wait!
Won't they need the briefcase for the final scene?
Final scene?
After we all nearly lost our lives and the convent, too?
Canoness basil will not stand for it
and neither will I.
This show is utter tripe
and blasphemy—...
Operation ot isn't blasphemous!
Sister Peter, I think we've heard quite enough from you.
Hold on, reverend mother.
I'd like to hear how it is not.
Because it brings millions of people
so much joy, canoness basil.
There's nothing unholy about that.
Every week, the heroes in the story fight evil and win
and isn't that what happened here today in god's house?
Surely that means he gives his blessing to these good people
in the practice of their art.
Art.
And, after all...
Yes, alright, that'll do.
I must say
I am rather curious to see a flying crucifix.
Well, you heard the woman.
Nun. Lady.
Canoness basil.
Come on, then, let's get the cameras rolling!
Mr Crawford.
Might sister Peter have that line after all?
With your permission, of course, reverend mother.
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Katya: The meteor... is glowing!
The evil forces...
Here we go, evil forces unleashed by the meteor.
Shh, this is my bit! — save me!
Sister Peter: Please, lord.
Save our souls from these sadistic Soviets.
Get yourself to safety, sisters.
There's a bomb in this convent
they laugh — well done, sister Peter!
Bravo, sister Peter, bravo!
They laugh and chati'er
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