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- Oh, I forgot my bag. - What, at home?
- In the car. - Get it.
Ms Metcalf?
I spoke to your...
- to Alfie's dad. - Oh, my ex, yeah. David.
He suggested having Alfie tested.
For what?
Bye, Mum!
Bye!
We were thinking maybe ADHD.
Right. Well...
let me know what you and David decide.
- Hey. - Hey.
Your shift doesn't start till ten.
A body's been found at the museum.
Ha-ha. Is it 8,000 years old?
No, I'm serious. I just got a call.
It's a prank, Jake.
It's really not, boss. The fatality, it's one of the staff.
Oh.
It's all right, you can call her.
No, I wasn't...
- I was going to text. - I don't mind.
It's probably just an accident.
Well, you were right.
- She's an asset. - Hmm.
Think you could tell her that?
Deceased is a 28-year-old female.
Emily Barret - two Rs, one T. Um...
The body was found by the cleaner on the early morning shift
and it was called in by the museum director at 8.25.
Just fill me in on the rest inside.
Patience?
You all right?
Where is he?
Over there.
Mr Scott.
Miss Evans.
- I'll... - Yeah, yeah.
You're the museum's director?
Um, yeah. Hi, Raymond Starr.
The young woman, she's known to you?
Well, she's one of our conservators, yeah.
Which does what exactly?
Um, evaluating and incorporating new specimens,
installing exhibits, that kind of thing.
I didn't know fossils needed cleaning.
Um... Well, um...
a lot of them are made of fibreglass, so...
They're clever fakes.
Patience?
Patience.
I thought I'd lost you.
Patience?
You all right? You seem a bit spooked.
Just...
Just my dad used to bring me here.
Oh.
And I haven't been back since he died.
You should have said.
No, I find it hard to talk about.
My son loves to come here as well with his dad.
The dinosaur gallery is his happy place.
Ma'am, this is a crime scene.
Oh, don't worry, I won't touch anything.
- I'm sorry, I have to insist. - I'm here to interview...
- Behind the tape, please. - I'm here to interview...
- Now. - Raymond Starr for Palaeontology Today.
We're dealing with a sudden death.
Raymond?
Raymond's tied up right now.
Cate, I'm so sorry. Look, I'll have to call you later.
- I have a deadline. - Ma'am.
Deadline!
She writes about things that have been extinct for thousands of years.
Er, about 65 million years, actually.
Tania found Emily's body at just after seven, Mr Starr.
She says she phoned you immediately,
but you didn't notify us until 8.25.
Yeah, sorry, it was a misunderstanding.
- I thought she'd made the call. - All right.
Can you keep yourself available?
Yeah.
Cause of death?
I've only been here five minutes.
She drowned.
There are certain signs, I admit.
Yeah, the cyanosis of the fingers
and the swollen eyelids and the foam around the nostrils.
- Yes, but, um... - But what?
Well, in my experience,
drowning usually involves some form of water.
The body, the clothes, the floor, they're all bone dry.
_
Hi. So, I checked to see if Emily Barret had any previous convictions,
and there weren't any.
But charges had been brought against her for fossil trafficking.
Velociraptor teeth were found in her bag four years ago
in customs in Mongolia.
And the charges were dropped when her boyfriend, Peter Venkman,
admitted to stealing and putting them there.
He got a six-month sentence.
For a few teeth?
This is really helpful.
Anything else you find, bring it straight to me.
Well, I checked the system
to see if any of the other museum employees were on it,
and no-one was, apart from Mr Starr.
Yeah?
Well, he got a speeding ticket.
I... I didn't mean anything.
Anything relevant to the case.
Oh.Oh.
It's Parsons.
Can you take a break?
I've OKed it with your boss for when I need you.
Yeah, Mr Alistair John Maynard. He told me.
W-Wouldn't it make you feel less anxious if we spoke to Baxter,
made your role with us official?
Um...
I'll... I'll get my stuff and meet you outside?
Right.
Pulmonary oedema, congested lungs,
subpleural haemorrhage.
As we thought, Emily Barret drowned.
As Patience thought.
I didn't disagree.
I've tested the water in her lungs.
It could show us where she drowned.
- We'll let you know when we're done. - Mm-hm.
Postmortem report.
What exactly are we doing here?
- Looking for evidence. - What, of who shoved her head into a sink?
No-one did. There was no bruising to the neck.
So, what, then?
We think Emily may have been involved in trafficking.
Trafficking? Trafficking what?
This.
It feels real. It's... It's definitely not fibreglass.
What are we doing here?
Alfie forgot his lunch.
Can you pass me that bag?
Dino cookies?
Mm. He's obsessed with dinosaurs.
Don't tell him a lot of the bones are replicas.
Well, if he's obsessed, he probably already knows.
Thanks.
Hey, bub.
Sorry, you forgot your lunch. Here.
What's this?
Some new things.
Um, it's protein and fibre to help you grow.
Alfie, this is Patience. Patience, Alfie.
- Hi. - Hi.
Um, do you know what this is?
I-It's a dinosaur hip bone! Can I touch it?
- Yeah. - Careful.
Oh, my God. Wow.
So, when I was your age, triceratops were my favourite.
I like caseosaurus. It's from the same family.
Yeah.
Sorry, bub. We've got to go.
The bad guys are getting away?
"Thank you for my delicious and nutritious lunch, Mum."
- Thanks. - And Patience.
- Thanks, Patience. - It's OK.
You had no idea she'd taken it?
- No, none at all. - Any idea how much it's worth?
An ischium?
From a brachiosaur, this well preserved? Pfft.
- Thousands of pounds at auction. - Is it insured?
Oh, not many people would know this was a genuine fossil.
My 11-year-old son did.
Did he really?
Then I may just have something for him.
The museum came up with some CCTV, sir.
DC Akbari's been through it.
This is near the main entrance, sir. 11 o'clock, Sunday evening.
- She looks drunk. - Is she drunk?
Still waiting on the tox report.
Um, this is about ten minutes later.
That's Peter Venkman, convicted fossil trafficker...
and her ex-boyfriend.
We don't see him go inside.
Not really. Don't have all the entrances covered, I'm afraid.
But we see him come the same way an hour or so later.
You think it's a homicide?
Well, we may have a motive, sir.
Emily Barret removed a valuable fossil from the museum.
We found it at her flat, set up to be photographed.
And you think Venkman was involved?
Well, he'd certainly know its worth, sir.
The fossils that Venkman served time for stealing
were found in Emily's bag.
Maybe he took the fall for her, she owed him payback.
Can we prove there was any contact between them?
Emily's phone's missing.
The signal stops close to Robin Hood's Bay
around 7pm on Sunday night.
All right.
Let's assume he went to the museum for a handover.
What then?
Emily gets cold feet. Venkman tries to force her to reveal
the fossil's location.
You know... "Where is it?"
Only with more colourful language.
Except there's no signs of struggle anywhere on her body.
You don't think it was a murder?
I didn't say that, sir. I just...
don't buy Emily Barret as a thief.
I found something online. Can you...?
Rosalind Franklin -
she is the one who unlocked the DNA double helix.
But who got the credit?
Francis Crick and James Watson.
Then we have Jocelyn Bell Burnell, who discovered radio pulsar.
What's the word on Venkman?
His flatmate says he's gone into town
- to attend an auction, she thinks. - Hmm.
- Oh, bollocks. - What?
- I'm meant to be picking up Alfie. - Call his dad.
I don't want to speak to him.
- I thought you two were getting on better. - We are. It's just...
He's... He's chasing me on something. I...
haven't made up my mind.
What about... you-know-who?
Um, this is Patience Evans speaking.
Patience, hi.
This is DI Metcalf... um, Detective Bea.
I'm... calling to ask a humongous favour.
I wondered if you could pick up Alfie from school for me?
He...
He really seemed to like you.
I-I wouldn't ask it,
it's just we're about to interview Emily Barret's ex.
Actually, do you know what? Never mind. The interview can wait.
No, I'll do it.
Are you sure?
Yes. I-I... I want to do it.
That's brilliant. I'm unbelievably grateful.
I-I'll... I'll ring the school, let them know,
and I'll text you the details. Thanks.
W-What?
Watch him. Go.
You buying or selling?
£1,000. Any more?
I have a lot up for sale.
£1,100. Thank you.
£1,200.
£1,300.
Illegal fossil?
£1,500.
Agh!
Gentlemen, please.
Gentlemen! Gentlemen, please!
I'm very sorry about that, ladies and gentlemen.
Argh!
Agh!
He's such a loser.
Look at his stuff.
Have fun, Alf!
Children, that's enough! Get inside.
I ran because I didn't want to go back to prison.
I had a hard time inside.
Oh, yeah, cos there's two things every decent convict hates -
sex offenders and fossil thieves.
They hear the word "trafficking" they don't ask what kind.
The lot you were selling at auction...
It was legit.
- I swear. - So why not act like it?
They changed the law about what you can take and sell.
How was I going to prove I got it before the rules changed?
When did you last see Emily Barret?
Don't know.
What, like three months ago?
That you?
We used to be a couple.
She phoned, asked me to meet her outside the museum last night.
Only she wasn't there.
I knocked. No answer.
Went away, come back an hour later, still no sign.
What's she been saying about me?
Nothing.
Emily was found dead in the museum at seven this morning.
Dead?
What happened?
Oh, God.
Um, I'm going to show you something, OK?
Mm.
Mice are very good at solving puzzles.
They carry germs.
No. No, they're actually very clean.
Oh... This is Accio.
I don't like things that scratch.
Oh. Well, I find animals much nicer than people.
How... Wait, don't you have any friends?
Um... I'm not...
I'm not sure.
How do you make friends?
I don't know.
But I've joined a group of people that want to help.
How do they help?
Well, they talk about facing your fears.
It's OK. Look.
She's soft, isn't she?
Yeah.
- Aw. - Hey.
Aw.
Yeah, she likes you.
Aw...
Do you want to hold her?
It's OK.
For the tape, I'm showing Mr Venkman the call log from his phone.
Time of call, 9.27pm on Saturday.
Do you recognise that number?
It's Emily's number.
Why was she phoning?
I told you, she wanted to hook up.
At the museum, at 11pm on a Sunday?
She said it would be safer.
Safer than what? For who?
I don't know.
But you went along anyway.
She said she had something exciting to tell me.
I thought maybe she wanted to get back together.
And that's the last you heard from her?
Um...
I had a message about 8.30 last night
from a number I didn't recognise.
It was a woman mumbling and slurring like she was...
she was drunk or something, and...
the tone sounded like Emily,
but I couldn't make out a word she was saying.
Would you be able to play it back for me?
I deleted it.
It's so cool where Patience works.
What, cooler than my part of the station?
Way cooler. I got to play with mice.
I thought you hated mice.
Since when?
What's this?
We're trying Japanese food. It's healthy.
Japan has the highest life expectancy in the world.
Looks yuck.
Have a seat.
I have a present for you from the museum's director.
It's a dinosaur apparently. Oh!
Oh, brachiosaurus!
There's... There's no instructions.
Oh? There isn't?
This is stupid.
No, the first palaeontologists only had fragments to work with, Alfie.
It's stupid!
Alfie...
Stupid.
Alfie, get back here.
Alfie!
Sorry.
Can you make it?
"Please."
Please.
She's added an extra branch.
You're right.
And it looks recent. Mm.
I'm so sorry, give me a minute.
You again, detective.
Can you take a look at this?
It's Darwin's tree of life.
Patience and I have just been to
the tattoo parlour that Emily frequented.
Apparently, she liked to mark important milestones in her life
with, um, fresh ink. A couple of days before she died,
she added an extra branch.
Any idea what it might represent?
Well, the tree shows how the genus of a species -
dogs, wolves, jackals, for instance -
might evolve by divergence from a shared genetic starting point, so...
this might refer to the discovery of a new evolutionary branch,
a new genus...
of any one of the, um, 8.7 million species
with which we share our planet. Now, if you'll excuse me.
She came back then, the journalist?
Yes. They go to press tomorrow.
I submitted an article which called for an interview.
What's the article about?
Nothing that could possibly interest you.
So sorry about that. That's all right. Where were we?
When you said Emily drowned,
how sure were you on a scale of one to ten?
- Well, what end of the scale is certain? - Ten.
Ten.
Then are there any natural causes of death
that mimic the symptoms of drowning?
Or could it have been staged to look as if she died that way?
I have to be allowed to question your ideas, Patience.
_
Emily calls you, arranges to meet you at the museum,
and you think she's going to hand over the fossil.
But when you get there, she says she's had a change of heart.
There is no dino bone.
She's left it where it'll be safer. Safe from you, that is.
I never went inside.
That's thousands of pounds she's denying you.
More than enough to make up for the, what, six months that you spent
inside on her behalf?
Em?Emily didn't know about the teeth that I'd been smuggling.
She would never risk her career.
She owed you, didn't she, Peter?
She wouldn't tell you what she'd done with it
- and that made you angry. - No.
So you followed her into her lab,
you forced her head under a tap, maybe just to scare her at first...
- No! - She was drunk. She couldn't fight back.
I told you, I didn't go inside!
Then what are your fingerprints doing all over the lab?
I...
No! Not now.
Right, interview terminated at 10.25.
I thought you OKed it. She said that you had to see her.
Boss, he was ready to confess.
- All right. - Yeah, but now he's got time to think.
All right!
- Just take him back to his cell. - But...
Now. You as well.
Patience...
are you all right?
What just happened in there?
Well, you told me that if I had any new information,
then I should bring it to you straight away.
Boss...
Boss!
Look, h-his brief says Venkman wants to make a statement.
Apparently it's come back to him.
Emily used to bring him up to her lab
- to make out when they were dating. - We'll deal with this
- when I get back. - We had him.
I'm... really sorry. I...
I should have been clearer.
He used to bring me here after work.
Your dad?
Yeah.
Yeah, he loved the idea that someone had been declared
the emperor of half the known world in York, right here.
He used to walk me round the Minster and tell me stories
about the people that had been involved in building it.
He used to say that everyone had a role to play and...
a contribution to make, no matter how small.
I'm just really scared of letting him down.
You... You don't need to be.
And don't worry about making things official.
We can just keep it casual,
or forget about it entirely and just...
concentrate on being friends.
Friends?
Patience?
What was so urgent?
I know how Emily Barret died.
That's very rare. I mean, very.
Maybe... four cases in 30 years.
But not unheard of?
How does it work?
Well, the cause of death would be pulmonary oedema.
At some point before she died, water entered her lungs,
causing them to swell
and making it harder for oxygen to reach the bloodstream.
So your lungs slowly fill with fluid
and it looks as if you've drowned.
Yeah. It can take hours.
And Emily appearing to be drunk?
Well, nothing showed up on the tox report,
but she'd have been extremely weak due to oxygen deprivation,
- shortness of breath. - Oh.
Have we tested the water in her lungs?
I'll give them a hurry up.
It could give us a clue as to where she drowned.
This is Patience Evans speaking.
Oh, Patience, it's DI Metcalf.
Oh, Detective Bea.
I was just calling to see how you are.
Um, very busy at the moment.
Oh, well, I won't keep you.
I just thought you'd like to know you were right
about the secondary drowning. We think an incident may have occurred
at a place called Marshall's Quarry.
We spoke to a delivery driver, Ben Colston.
He picked her up Sunday evening very close by,
at a place called Croft Corner.
Patience?
Hmm.
Maybe it makes the whole thing work.
Oh, I thought you did yoga on Friday?
No time for that.
I've been digging into Ben Colston,
the driver who picked up Emily Barret.
He's been using his mother's maiden name.
His birth name is Benjamin Gooch, and he's got a suspended sentence
for indecent exposure at a girls' school.
We've got a lead on someone.
Suggests Emily's death may be a homicide.
Yeah, it was. Um, I know who killed her.
Yeah, Benjamin Gooch, right?
No.
Baxter.
Another lead?
Are you sure?
All right, five minutes.
You've got this.
Thank you.
All right. I'm listening.
Um... Um...
Marshall's Quarry. This is where Emily inhaled the water.
We don't know at what time,
but at 8.27pm,
Emily made a call from the delivery driver's phone.
Now, Croft Corner - a traffic camera picked up a speeding offence
made by Emily's boss on the A171 at 8.14pm.
Now, this initially came up when I first searched the database
and I didn't think it was part of the puzzle,
but speeding seemed so out of character for Mr Starr,
and it was actually the extra piece that made everything come together.
It can't be a coincidence, sir. He's half a mile from the quarry,
yards from where Emily made that call.
Why else would he be speeding?
OK. Get him in.
Good work, Patience.
Bring me something to convince the CPS
before you start handing out the gongs.
For the tape, I'm showing a map of marked areas
where Emily Barret inhaled water,
where she dialled 999,
and where Mr Starr, around the same time, broke the speed limit.
- I was out for a drive. - When Tania Macalinden called
to tell you Emily's body had been found at the museum,
you refused to believe it.
Yeah. I was shocked.
Yeah, I bet you were.
We spoke to Cate Furnish.
Her journal was due to publish an article by you,
the culmination of two years' work.
On Friday, you asked her to substitute it for a different one.
Towards A Reclassification Of Theropods.
Yeah.
This reclassification hinges on the ischium.
The very same bone that Emily had taken home to photograph.
Another coincidence.
Was the second article Emily's?
Of course not.
I think it was.
I think she asked for your opinion,
you read Emily's article, and suddenly yours is worthless.
You needed to buy yourself time, didn't you?
Figure out how to salvage your reputation.
You tell her you'll help her get it published,
and in the meantime you tell her to take the bone,
take some photos to accompany the article.
Bring 'em in, Will.
Found in Marshall's Quarry.
Why would Emily launch her phone and laptop into the water?
Submerging the laptop doesn't erase the data.
We're going to find Emily's article on there, aren't we?
It will be identical to the one you submitted to the journal.
I just wanted to talk to her.
It wasn't until I'd sent in my article
that Emily showed me her research.
She'd made the kind of breakthrough I'd been...
struggling for my entire career.
That must have been hard to accept.
Her conclusions were drawn from areas of research
that I'd been studying for years, that I'd pointed her towards.
So...
I sent it to them under my name.
They loved it.
Said I'd make the front cover if I gave them an interview.
By that point... it was too late to admit the truth.
You knew that she'd gone fossil hunting.
I went to the quarry to offer her a research credit, that's all.
And then instead of accepting my offer, she starts berating me
about men taking credit for women's scientific discoveries.
This girl...
with piercings, tattoos and a criminal boyfriend.
And then this.
You don't understand, this is like a chimp with a typewriter
coming up with King Lear.
She threatened to expose you.
I tried to reason with her, but I lost my temper
and threw the laptop into the water.
She was filming me on her phone.
Screeching about how she was going to show the world
what kind of man I am.
I tried to grab the phone.
We tussled over it and stumbled into the lake.
I pushed her away,
maybe a little bit harder than I meant to, and she...
Sh-She... She fell in. Sh-She... She went under.
And you didn't think to try and help her?
Well, I... I thought she'd maybe hit her head or something.
I-I-I panicked.
I panicked and I ran, and I...
I didn't look back.
You left her for dead.
Raymond Starr, you are charged
with the manslaughter of Emily Wilding Barret.
You know that new branch that you told me about?
- Yeah. - Does that mean they think there's a new type?
As discovered by Emily Barret.
- That's your dad. - Already?
Well, Alfie, I can help you pack.
All right.
Hiya. Hey. Um, he's just going to be a minute.
Patience is helping him get his things.
Oh, Patience, eh? I've heard a lot about her recently.
Oh, I wanted to give you this.
You've changed your mind.
Well, his... his best chance is if we all pull in the same direction.
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