(clanging, trundling) (music playing on headphones) (phone pings) (trundling continues) (sinister music) (panicked breathing) (footsteps running) (theme music) (children chattering) Oh, I forgot my bag.

-What, at home?

-In the car.

Get it.

Miss Metcalf?

I spoke to your... to Alfie's dad.

Oh, my ex, yeah, David.

He suggested having Alfie tested.

(scoffs) For what?

-Bye, Mum!

-Bye!

We were thinking maybe ADHD.

Right.

Well... let me know what you and David decide.

(dramatic music) (sighs) -Hey.

-Hey.

Your shift doesn't start till 10?

Uh, 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 alright, you can call her.

No, I wasn't.

-I was gonna text.

-I don't mind.

It's probably just an accident.

Well, you were right.

She's an asset.

-(scoffs) I think you could tell her that.

(dramatic music) (background chatter) 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.

BEA: Just fill me in on the rest inside.

Patience... (high tempo music) you alright?

(somber music) (camera clicking) -Where is he?

-Over there.

Mr. Scott.

Miss Evans (laughs).

-I'll... -Yeah.

You're the museum's director?

Uh, yeah.

Hi, uh, Raymond Starr.

The young woman, she's known to you?

Well, she's, uh, 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 fiberglass, so... they're clever fakes (chuckles).

(dramatic music) GEORGE: Patience?

Patience.

I thought I'd lost you.

BEA: Patience.

You alright?

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.

OFFICER: 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 Paleontology 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.

Uh, 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.

Alright.

Can you keep yourself available?

Yeah.

(upbeat music) 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, uh...

But what?

Well, in my experience, drowning usually involves some form of water.

The, uh, the body, the clothes, the floor, they're all bone dry.

(office phone rings) (door opens) 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.

(phone pings) -Oh.

-Oh.

It's Parsons.

Can you take a break?

(dramatic music) I've okayed 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 hemorrhage.

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.

(dramatic music) We'll let you know when we're done.

Post-mortem report.

What exactly are we doing here?

Looking for evidence.

What, of who shoved her head into a sink?

PATIENCE: No one did.

There's 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 fiberglass.

(children chattering, playing) JAKE: What are we doing here?

BEA: Alfie forgot his lunch.

-Can you pass me that bag?

-Oh, frickin' hell.

(rustling) -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.

(car door closes) Hey, bub.

Sorry, forgot your lunch.

Here.

What's this?

Some new things.

Uh, it's protein and fiber to help you grow.

Alfie, this is Patience.

Patience, Alfie.

-Hi.

-Hi.

Um, do you know what this is?

It's a dinosaur hip bone.

Can I touch it?

-Yeah.

-Careful.

Oh, my God.

So, when I was your age, uh, triceratops were my favorite.

I like caseosaurus.

It's from the same family.

Yeah.

Sorry, bub.

We've got to go.

Bad guys are getting away.

Thank you for my delicious and nutritious lunch, Mum.

-Thanks.

-And Patience.

-Thanks, Patience.

-It's okay.

(Bea laughs) 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, 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.

(light music) 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.

Uh, this is about ten minutes later.

(sinister music) 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 7 p.m. on Sunday night.

(sighs) Alright.

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 colorful 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, hm?

But who got the credit?

Francis Crick and James Watson.

Then we have Jocelyn Bell Burnell, who discovered radio pulsar.

(gulls crying) What's the word on Venkman?

His flatmate says he's gone into town to attend an auction, she thinks.

(phone pings) Hm.

Oh, bollocks.

What?

I'm meant to be picking up Alfie.

-Well, 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?

(mysterious music) (mouse squeaking) (mobile phone rings) Uh, this is Patience Evans speaking.

Patience, hi.

This is DI Metcalf here.

Detective Bea.

I'm calling to ask a humongous favor.

I wondered if you could pick up Alfie from school for me.

He... he...he really seemed to like you.

I...I wouldn't ask, it, 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'll...I'll...I'll ring the school, let them know, and I'll text you the details.

Thanks.

(phone hangs up) W...what?

(church bell ringing) (suspenseful music) (auctioneer calling) Watch it, go.

One thousand.

AUCTIONEER: One thousand?

You buying or selling?

AUCTIONEER: A thousand?

Any more?

I have a lot up for sale.

AUCTIONEER: 1,100, thank you.

One thousand, two.

One thousand three.

Illegal fossil.

Five... (head butt) (high tempo music) (footsteps receding) Uh, gentlemen please.

Uh, gentlemen, gentlemen please.

Very sorry about that, ladies and gentlemen.

(boxes scatter) Aah.

(kneeing) Ah!

Argh!

Ah...argh.

Argh!

(kids sniggering) BOY: He's such a loser.

GIRL: Look at his stuff.

(kids laughing) (melancholic music) BOY: 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, cause 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 gonna 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.

(suspenseful music) What's she been saying about me?

Nothing.

Emily was found dead in the museum at seven this morning.

Dead?

What happened?

Oh, God.

(pulsating music) (door beeps, squeaks open) Um, I'm gonna to show you something, okay?

Mm.

(trundling) (gasps) (mice squeaking) PATIENCE: Mice are very good at solving puzzles.

They carry germs.

No.

No, they're actually very clean.

This is Accio.

(gasps) I don't like things that scratch.

Oh, well, I find animals much nicer than people.

How...wait, don't you have any friends?

(soft music) 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 okay, look.

She's soft, isn't she?

Yeah.

Aw.

Aw.

Yeah, she likes you.

Yeah.

Do you want to hold her?

-(Alfie gasps) -It's okay.

For the tape, I'm showing Mr. Venkman the call log from his phone.

Time of call, 9:27 p.m. on Saturday.

Do you recognize that number?

It's Emily's number.

Why was she phoning?

I told you, she wanted to hook up.

At a museum, at 11 p.m. 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?

Uh...

I had a message about 8:30 last night from a number I didn't recognize.

It was a woman... mumbling and slurring like she was... she was drunk or something and... (suspenseful music) the tone sounded like Emily.

I couldn't make out a word she was saying.

Would you be able to play it back for me?

I deleted it.

(dramatic music) 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.

Dinosaur, apparently.

Oh, brachiosaurus!

(puzzle pieces clinking) There's... there's no instructions.

Oh?

Is there?

This is stupid.

No, the first paleontologists only had fragments to work with, Alfie.

(clatter) It's stupid.

Alfie!

Stupid!

Alfie, get back here!

Alfie!

Sorry.

(puzzle pieces clatter) Can you make it?

Please?

Please.

(upbeat music) (piece clatters) (gurney trundling) (dramatic music) She's added an extra branch.

You're right.

(suspenseful music) And it looks recent.

Mm.

(background chatter) I'm so sorry, give me a moment.

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 parlor that Emily frequented.

Apparently, she liked to mark important milestones in her life with, uh, fresh ink.

A couple of days before she died, she added, uh, an extra branch.

Any idea what it might represent?

Well, the tree shows how the genus of a species, um, 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, uh, 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, uh, an article which called for an interview.

-What's the article about?

-(laughs) Nothing that could possibly interest you.

So sorry about that.

Where were we?

(background chatter) (case clicking closed) This is the nearest source of water to where she was found?

Yes, Ma'am.

But it doesn't look like it's been used in a while.

-Where else?

-Uh, there are toilets in the basement.

But they're a hundred plus yards away.

Are we gonna swab in there?

No, it'll be awash with DNA.

If she died here, why move her?

No idea.

When you said... Emily drowned, how sure were you on a scale of one to ten?

Well, what end of the scale is certain?

(dramatic music) 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.

(pages rustling) (traffic rumbling) (background chatter) (beep) Emily calls you, arranges to meet you at the museum, and you think she's gonna 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.

(scoffs) That's...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...I....

(door opens) No, not now!

(tense music) (chair scrapes) (door closes) Right, interview terminated at 10:25.

(door opens) I...I thought you okayed it.

She said that you had to see her.

-Boss, he was ready to confess.

-Alright!

Yeah, but now he's got time to think.

Alright!

Just take him back to his cell.

-But... -Now, you as well.

Patience... are you alright?

(crying) 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.

(dramatic music) Boss.

Boss!

Look, his...his...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.

(suspenseful music) (footsteps receding) (background chatter) 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.

(soft music) He used to walk me around 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.

(mysterious music) (treadmill whirring) (exhales deeply) Secondary drowning, I've never heard of it.

But Patience has.

Look, I'm...I'm sorry.

I'm the one... doing the apologizing.

First to her, now to you.

And I'm sorry I didn't listen.

I was too focused on the upsides, the way she challenges my thinking, uh... my ways of working.

I... and I didn't take enough time to consider the... downsides as well.

-Yeah.

Well, for her, not just for us.

I've messed up.

And, it may have cost us a decent chance to solve the case.

We've all been there.

(sighs) Look...

I know you're gonna get the best out of her, hold her hand, watch her back, the same way you have for me all these years.

I just...

I just...

I just worry, you know.

Well, no, more question, really, whether she can adapt.

Don't we have to ask ourselves the same thing?

Yeah.

Yeah, but...

I'm not the one with the diagnosis.

But it goes both ways.

Shouldn't we make the same effort to understand and accommodate her, as she does with us?

(soft music) I don't know if she'll grow into the role, just like I didn't know if you would.

(chuckles) But her best chance is if we all... pull in the same direction.

Yes, boss.

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.

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.

(soft music) (phone rings) 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...he picked her up, uh, Sunday evening, very close by, at a place called Croft Corner.

Patience?

(knocking on door) Come in, Mr. Gilmour.

University Challenge is starting.

Still need to complete my puzzle.

Well, I thought you'd finished it.

No, one piece didn't fit.

Well, maybe it came from a different box.

Or maybe it makes the whole thing work.

Never said where you got it from.

Oh, it was given to the son of a... -Friend?

-Yeah, a friend.

It's a gift from a museum's director, to her son.

(soft music) Well, I'll...I'll leave you to it, then.

Bye, Mr. Gilmour.

(keyboard clacking) (mysterious music) Maybe it makes the whole thing work.

(background chatter) 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.

(suspenseful music) We've got a lead on someone.

Suggests Emily's death may be a homicide.

Yeah, it was.

Uh, I know who killed her.

Yeah, Benjamin Gooch, right?

No.

(phone rings) (sighs) Baxter.

Another lead?

Are you sure?

Alright, five minutes.

(phone slams into cradle) (exasperated sigh) You've got this.

Thank you.

Alright.

I'm listening.

(sinister music) Um...um... Marshall's Quarry.

This is where Emily inhaled the water.

We don't know at what time.

But... at 8:27 p.m. Emily made a call from the delivery driver's phone.

Now, Croft Corner, a traffic camera picked up a speeding offense made by Emily's boss on the A171 at 8:14 p.m. Now, um, 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?

Okay.

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 dialed 999, and where Mr. Starr, around the same time, broke the speed limit.

(dark music) 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?

(laughs) Of course not.

BEA: 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.

(laughs) Bring him in, Will.

(clears throat) (door opens) (plastic bags rustle) (door closes) (sighs) 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 gonna 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.

(dramatic music) 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.

(scoffs) 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.

Hmm.

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.

(laughs) I mean, 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.

(laughs) She threatened to expose you.

I tried to reason with her, but I lost my temper.

Threw the laptop into the water.

She was filming me on her phone.

Screeching about how she was gonna show the world what kind of man I am.

I tried to grab the phone, we tussled over it and... stumbled into the lake.

(dramatic music) I pushed her away, maybe a little bit harder than I meant to, and she... she...she...she fell in, she... she...she...she went under.

And you didn't think to try and help her?

Well, I thought she'd maybe hit her head or something, I...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.

(dramatic music) 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.

(door knocks) That's your dad.

-Already?

-Hmm.

Well, Alfie, I can help you pack.

Alright.

-Hiya.

-Hey.

Um, he's just gonna be a minute, Patience is helping him get his things.

Oh, Patience, eh?

I've heard a lot about her recently.

BEA: 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.

(dramatic music) (suspenseful music)