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Are you alright?

Oh, my God.

Oh, God, what's wrong with him?
Oh!

One fatality.
Parsons' best guess

some kind of internal trauma.

Anything to suggest foul play?

We've got one man fleeing
the scene.

Distinctive neck tattoo,
tiger, maybe.

Are they saying he was involved?

More likely he just
got squeamish.

DS Jake Hunter.

Uh, Ma'am, um,
you might want this.

Pandemic's over, Will.

Dr. Parsons advised it.

Oh.

Looks like this one's just
thrown his guts up,

quite literally.

How does that happen?

Ah, hemorrhagic shock.
TB, maybe.

- Tuberculosis?
- Mm, it's on the rise.

Is it contagious?

Well, only through prolonged
contact.

Oh, have we got an ID, Elliot?

Not yet, Ma'am.

Just a phone, a bus pass,

a few personal effects.

But this might interest you.

No fingerprints.

Chemically removed.

Where's Patience?

We haven't spoken since
my birthday.

That was days ago.

She'll be in touch when
she's ready.

Bollocks.

I think the word you're looking
for is sorry.

I'm sorry.

Not to me, to her.

Hey.

You... you don't have to say
anything, I just... here.

Thought it might come in handy.

Think of it as a thank-you
present.

Hi, Parsons.

Oh, well, there goes
that theory.

Yep.

Bye.

Fancy a trip to the mortuary?

Yes.

Test for TB was negative.

What about the blood
on his shirt?

It's not human. Bovine, I think.

Uh, did you test
for zoonotic infections?

I was just in the process.

Oh, blood in the mediastinum.

That's a known symptom
of inhalation anthrax.

Anthrax?

Not so fast, we need to
test this.

Well, fast-track it.

I went on that bus.

No need to panic.

Anthrax in the lungs doesn't
spread through human contact.

Yeah, it's caught from infected
animals.

Rice cake, anyone?

Look, Patience, I'm...

I'm sorry, about the party.

- I'd... I'd had a bit to drink.
- Yeah, well.

Alcohol can exacerbate negative
neurocognitive traits. So...

See, I was... I was laughing at
DI Metcalf,

not your present.

You know, the idea of her sewing
anything is...

it's just funny.

Look...

it was just a bit of banter.

You know, teasing,
messing about.

Yeah, no, I know what banter is,
DS Hunter.

I actually just don't
see the point of it.

The test results
aren't back yet.

I need you to do some digging.

- Alright.
- Ma'am?

You might want to see this.

Uh...

it's pretty grim.

I did try and warn her.

- She's an animal lover.
- Ah, um...

the footage from
the slaughterhouse is

the only thing that forensics
found on the phone.

Explains the blood
on his clothes.

Do we have anything that might
ID him?

Uh... just the bus pass.

Alright, there's only one
slaughterhouse in the area.

Do you still know that guy in
the Animal

and Plant Health Agency?

Trevor Willett.

Yeah, I'll give him a call.

This place needs testing.

Why have the APHA shut me down?

They need to run some tests.

What kind of tests?

Ask them.
I'm more interested in this.

They your premises?

Looks like it.

Doesn't bother you to see cows
abused like that?

You try handling a half-ton of
terrified beef without coercion.

Could be grounds
for prosecution.

Killing animals is a messy
business.

This is a messy business.

Oh, my God, that's, uh...

he's, um...
- An employee of yours?

Hutton, Wes Hutton.

Has he worked for you long?

Month, at most.
What happened to him?

We're still working on that.

Any update on tiger tattoo guy?

Not yet, boss.
I've requested the onboard CCTV,

but the bus company are playing
silly buggers.

Also, the, uh, passport
and social security numbers

that the slaughterhouse manager
gave us for Wes Hutton,

I think they might be nicked.

Look, someone called
Wesley James Hutton

reported his wallet stolen on
his trip up here from Portsmouth

to see his daughter
at the university last month.

Why would a guy who works in
a slaughterhouse

go to this much effort
to hide who he is?

Uh... I might have an answer,
Ma'am.

It's the same video,
just with fancy titles.

He uploaded it before he died?

Don't think so, Ma'am. It was
posted just now

by a group calling themselves
the Climate Defense Force.

Ring any bells?

Well, find out who they are,
who our victim is.

What's the connection?

You see, the thing is, Bea,

if his DNA's not...

You alright?

Yeah.

I think it's something I ate.

Either that or I'm peri-
menopausal. You were saying?

Yeah, uh, if his DNA's
not in the database

we can't ID him from his teeth.

Oh.

I'll leave you to it.

Oh, you might want to
stay for this.

Hello, Oliver.
What's the latest?

Yeah.

Yeah?

Very interesting, thanks,
I owe you one.

The slaughterhouse is clean.

He didn't catch anthrax
from the cows?

No.

Must have been infected
some other way.

You okay?

Not you as well.

Do you need a minute?

No.

What have you got?

Right, the Climate Defense Force

style themselves as
a civil resistance group

the Home Office
call them terrorists,

so they've added them to the
prescribed organizations list.

Oh, that's major league.

Yeah, they've abandoned
non-violent protest

in favor of direct action
on individuals

and companies
that they blame for

environmental degradation.

What's this got to do with our
dead man

on the Bootham omnibus?

Uh, I'm not sure, boss,

but the CDF were blamed
for an arson attack

on a meat processing factory
in Dalton,

just on the outskirts of Leeds,
five years ago.

You think they're planning
something similar

on our local slaughterhouse?
- It's hard to say.

When I tried to access the file
on the PNC,

it was restricted.

Restricted? By who?

Regional Counter-terrorism.

Not Zara Blackwood?

Yeah, boss. Do you know her?

We've crossed swords.

Do we have to go through
Blackwood?

Well, there's press reporting on
the fire because of a fatality.

- Somebody died?
- Yeah, a worker at the plant.

An activist called Jean Crick

was charged with
the manslaughter.

The case was heard in private,
but we know

she's serving 25 years to life.

That's all I've got.

Where you going?

Where do you think?

That, that's not gonna happen,
I'm afraid.

- Ma'am?
- The Dalton file

has been restricted
for a reason,

and it's going to stay that way.

Am I allowed to know why?

National security, public
interest, because I say so.

Take your pick.
- With respect, Ma'am,

a man's died.

How am I supposed to
investigate?

You're not.

I've, uh, given my word you're
gonna cease

investigating,
with immediate effect.

- Sir.
- That's an order.

Can you at least reassure me

that there's no ongoing threat
to people in York?

That's for me to worry about,
not you.

Learn anything useful?

Yeah.

Yeah, did you know that your
facial temperature increases

when you're attracted to
someone?

Feeling pretty flushed myself.

So, why are you here?

Can I help you with something?

That thing you said about this
place keeping a record

of every document from
every case, is...

is that true?

Yeah, I...I never lie.

It's not here.

- Where is it?
- I don't know.

I mean, it could be removed to a
restricted part of the archive.

Can you access it?

No.

But you could submit a request,

I'm not authorized to.

I'm off the case,

thanks to Zara Blackwood,
the bitch.

Is... is there any way you can...
bend the rules?

- N...ah...
- Aah, forget I said it.

Well, if you've been taken off
the case,

then why do you want the file?

Because I can't leave a puzzle
unsolved any more than you can.

Patience.

What... what time is it?

No, no, it's okay, it's okay.

I thought you weren't
authorized to access the file?

Oh, no, I'm not. This is all
just from other sources.

So, the Dalton factory
incident report,

it says that the worker who died

may not have known all
the fire exits in the building.

Um, it says that he's the only
confirmed fatality.

Dexter James.
- Only confirmed fatality?

Well, a second worker,
Roland Mitchell,

has been missing since
the arson attack,

um, but his remains were
never recovered.

- How do you know?
- Well, his mother insisted on

filing a missing persons report.

Uh, I tracked down
the CPS submission

and asked for a court case
to be held in private,

but it cites public disclosure
of this information

could jeopardize current
and future operations,

place individuals at risk
of harm or retribution.

Counter-terrorism must have been
investigating

the Climate Defense Force
at the time of the attack.

Jean Crick, she's the founder of
the CDF.

Um, she was a molecular
biologist,

but she lost her professorship

when she called for
direct action

for the closures of
meat processing plants

and abattoirs.

This is brilliant work,
Patience.

Uh, no, there is more,
Detective Bea.

Um, this is an intake log
from the Secure Evidence Unit.

412 grams of hazardous bio-agent

was being stored in a lab
a year after the attack.

It was found during a raid,

and the lab that they
found it in

was said to be facilitating acts
of ecological terrorism.

The CDF were cultivating anthrax
to infect the meat industry.

It is probable.

Thank you.

Do you recognize him, Jean?

Someone you were close to?

I don't have time
for sentiment.

We're on the brink of an
environmental catastrophe.

Was he gonna carry out
your orders, Jean?

Infect the slaughterhouse
with anthrax,

unleash your promised wave
of terror

on the meat industry?

Shame, he only seems to have
managed to infect himself.

You're just a lackey

from a morally bankrupt system.

Better a lackey than a murderer.

I never set out to kill anyone.

But you showed no concern
for life

when you ordered that
meat factory

to be burned to the ground.

I bet you'd be willing to
infect people

with anthrax to make your point.

It's a funny way of showing

how much you care about
the plight of humanity.

Don't talk to me about humanity.

Throat cancer.
Weeks to live at most.

And she still wouldn't ID him?

But she knows who he is.

My guess is our victim
on the bus

infiltrated the slaughterhouse
on the CDF's behalf.

Only this time the plan was to

infect it with anthrax.

But there was no anthrax
at the slaughterhouse,

the APHA tested.

Maybe he infected himself
by accident

before he could execute
the plan.

We need to get a hold of a
sample of the anthrax

that's been held at the secure
evidence unit.

Test it against the strain
that killed our guy.

You've been stood down, boss.
We all have.

So, I mean, they're hardly gonna
complain if we solve the case.

Look, the, um...

the council finally
came through.

Oh, with the name for
the bus pass?

Yeah, it's...
it's Roland Mitchell.

Roland Mitchell?

Well, that's the name
they gave me.

Uh, 43 Lindhurst Drive,
Pocklington.

That's the missing suspect from
the Dalton factory fire.

Oh, do you want me to
meet you there?

- Hiya.
- Can I help you?

I'm looking for Roland Mitchell.

He's not in.

And you are...?

- Vicky Crick.
- Crick?

That's right.
I'm his sister-in-law.

Jean Crick is your sister?

What's this about?

I think you'd better
invite me in.

You're sure it's him?

Roland?

I know, it's...

it's a lot to process.

Noah, love, keep the football
down.

They're a handful, aren't they,
that age?

He's Jean and Roland's kid,
not mine.

I was gob smacked when Jean
fell in love with him,

even more so
when she got pregnant.

She swore she'd never
bring a child into a world

that was on
the brink of collapse.

Did Roland feel the same way?

I think being a father
changed him.

He'd been talking about
renouncing it all,

taking Noah to live
somewhere remote,

away from the violence.

Hmm, that's...

uh, I'm sorry,
can I use your bathroom?

Yeah, it's upstairs.

Hey!

Urgh!

Aah.

Urgh.

Ah... aargh.

Argh, Will!

- How bad do I look?
- Don't be in too much of a rush

to update your Tinder profile.

Want me to get someone?

No.

It's Baxter.

Sir?

She may have had her phone
on silent, Sir.

Yeah, of course, I'll... I'll...
I'll tell her.

Understood, Sir.

How did he sound?

He, uh, he wants us
in his office

tomorrow morning, 9 a.m. sharp.

And we're not to discuss
the case any further.

Yeah.

What are you doing?

I just...I...
I can't lie around here

feeling sorry for myself.

No, you should stay in
overnight, I can pick you up

in the morning.
- Just call me a cab, would you?

For the tape, I'm showing photos

from a counter-terrorist
surveillance operation.

Did we capture your best side,
Sam?

- No comment.
- Take your time.

You're gonna be so sick of
the sound of my voice

after two weeks,
it'll be a blessed relief

when we finally charge you
with murder.

I didn't murder him.

Interview suspended.

Jeanie told me to
keep an eye on him,

that's why I was on the bus.

I had orders to keep Roland
and the boy safe,

not to kill anyone!

Could you leave us a minute,
please, Sergeant?

Where is it?

- Where's what, Ma'am?
- Your warrant card.

Believe me, I hate to do this.

The force doesn't function
if orders are disobeyed.

Ma'am.

- Suspended.
- What?

With immediate effect.

Can you contact that poor mother
of the dead man, please?

- What, me?
- Well...

better you than Blackwood.

Yeah, but can't you do it?

If they catch me
interfering again,

it'll be instant dismissal.

- Look, Sir...
- Don't speak, just listen.

Now, considering the part
you played

in the arrest of Sam Fincher,

uh, Superintendent Blackwood
agrees with me

that no disciplinary action
is required.

Well, shouldn't the same apply
to DI Metcalf, Sir?

You provided backup
for a fellow officer.

She disobeyed an order.

Look, just go back to work
and get your head down.

Well, am I at least allowed
to know the status

of the case against Fincher?

We can confirm that
your dead man on the bus

is Roland Mitchell.

What, the arsonist that's been
on the run

since the Dalton Factory fire?
- Correct.

We're working on the theory that
Jean Crick

gave the order from prison
for Fincher

to carry out the hit on him,

to stop him from leaving the CDF

and taking their child with him.

You know we'd be none the wiser
about their relationship

if it wasn't for DI Metcalf, right?

- That's enough.
- We can prove that Fincher

was a member of
the Climate Defense Force,

and we have CCTV footage of him
fleeing the scene.

It doesn't follow that he
infected him.

The CDF knows how
to grow anthrax.

We caught them in the act four
years ago.

We've arrested Crick's sister,

and either she'll crack,
or Fincher will.

They're gonna help us fill in
the blanks.

No, it's time to forget this
case, Sergeant.

Thank you for that.

Ma'am.

I'll see you later.

Is there someone you'd like me
to call?

To come and sit with you?

I'll, um, I'll let myself out.

I want to see him.

I'd advise you not to,
Mrs. Mitchell.

I want to see my boy.

That's not him.

It's not Roland.

But he's... he's been positively
identified.

Are you suggesting I don't know
my own son, Detective?

So...

has anyone got anything
they'd like to share?

Dev?

Uh, Patience?

Sorry, I'm...

Uh, it's no caller ID.

It might be important.

This is Patience Evans speaking.

Patience, it's Jake.
DS Hunter.

Alright, uh, Dev, I think you
were gonna speak, yeah?

Look, DI Metcalf's been
suspended

because of this
anthrax business.

What, are you taking on the case
then, DS Hunter?

What me? No.

Then why are you calling?

Look, I want your help
with something.

Sh... shouldn't you ask
DCI Baxter?

Uh, he stood me down.
And he'll have my badge

if he finds out I haven't.

Well, maybe you should listen
to him.

Look, Blackwood insists

that our victim is
Roland Mitchell.

But I've just spoken to
his mother and she's

adamant that it's not.

And just now, I got a call from
Trevor Willett at the APHA,

there's two more confirmed cases
of anthrax,

both of them
passengers on that bus.

But how's that possible?

When we're told that the strain
of anthrax

that killed Roland Mitchell,
or...

or whoever he is,

can't be spread through
human contact?

Um...

maybe there's another mode
of transmission

on, on, on the bus?

Well, that's what I need your
help with.

Look, I've... I've been sent the
onboard CCTV

from the bus company.
Will you take a look?

You know more about this
than I do.

No, I'll, I'll, I'll do it,
DS Hunter.

I owe you big time.

I'm sending it over to you now, alright?

Okay.

He was... vaping?

Well, I mean, that means that
everyone on the bus

is at risk of infection.

Oh no, Detective Bea.

Bea?

Bea?

Emergency,
which service do you require?

Yes, ambulance please.

Bea?

Bea, it's Patience.

Any news?

I...

I don't understand. She...

She used protection.

Lightweight masks are no
guarantee against COVID,

DS Hunter, let alone...

anthrax bacteria.

We have to catch who did this
to her.

Well...

can you get a hold of that vape?

You just let Blackwood
try and stop me.

You're up early.

You know, I'm sure Maynard
would understand

if you didn't feel up
to going in to work today.

Just this once.

I...I need to be
doing something.

I think that sounds very wise,
Patience.

See ya.
- Thank you.

Miss Evans.

Mr. Scott.

This isn't where you work.

I've come to say sorry.

For taking a liberty.

Asking you on a date.

No, you didn't...

you didn't, I...

it's just no-one that I like
has ever really

asked me before.

So, you do like me?

Yes, I think so.

Um, but I'm not sure
I'm actually attracted to you.

- Oh.
- Well, I've... I've been

reading this book, and...

well, I...I find feelings
and things hard to...

place, so...

I guess if I'm unsure, the
answer's probably no for now.

For now?

Well, worrying about
Detective Bea is...

it's all I can think about.

You know, if she...

when she recovers,
I think I'll...

probably feel differently
about a lot of things.

Do you know how
she got infected?

I know how, but not by who.

And I think the answer's in the
restricted part of the archive

that I don't have access to.

At the risk of it seeming
like I'm...

trying to ingratiate myself
with you, Miss Evans,

you should be aware
that Dr. Parsons

can access restricted files

related to public health
emergencies.

Using powers under
the Public Health Act

granted to medical
practitioners.

- I could kiss you.
- Oh, ha...

Well, now I'm even more
confused.

We're hoping you can test it
against the strain

that killed our man on the bus.

Confirm it's our murder weapon.

The other passengers must have
been infected

when anthrax bacteria
was exhaled

through the vape smoke.

It is the only theory that fits,
Dr. Parsons.

Bacillus anthracis forms spores
with hard shells

that can survive dormant outside
a living host for decades.

Yeah, I don't need a lecture on
anthrax infection, Miss Evans.

I assumed our friends in
the RCTU

would have had this under
lock and key, that's all.

Well, that won't be the first
thing to go missing

from the evidence store.

Look, Patience discovered that
412 grams of anthrax powder

was recovered on that raid at
the CDF lab

four years ago, right.

But according to my contact,

only 350 grams can now be
accounted for.

Well, who'd have the security
clearance and the know-how

to remove hazardous material
from a secure unit?

Well...

DS Hunter and I think...

think the answer's in that file.

I'll be risking my job.

Yeah, well, it's your life that
would have been at risk

on that bus, if you hadn't had
a respirator mask.

Well, what happens
if she's wrong?

She's been right about
everything else.

And if it was me, Jean,

I couldn't go to my grave
with that on my conscience.

Knowing...

that I hadn't helped...

to apprehend whoever murdered
my son's father.

- What?!
- We accessed the Dalton files.

Give me your warrant card.
I warned you.

Sir, it was actually my idea
to access the file.

Oh, well, consider yourself
suspended from all police duties

as well, Miss Evans.
Permanently so.

Sir, a responsible police
officer

would consider the evidence that
DS Hunter and I have uncovered,

rather than rush to take
disciplinary action against us.

Alright. Two minutes.

Alright.

Right, our victim,
ID'd as Roland Mitchell,

alleged member of the CDF,

supposedly on the run
since a fatal arson attack

at a factory where he worked.

But this...
is the real Roland Mitchell,

according to his mother.

- Well, then who...?
- Tyler Rose.

He worked as an undercover
police officer for the CDF

eight years ago.
- His cover was blown,

and he was killed.
- No, Sir.

- What's this?
- That's a sworn affidavit

signed by Jean Crick
before she died last night.

Jean Crick and Tyler Rose met
and fell in love

shortly after his assignment
had started.

Tyler blew his own cover
to Jean,

vowed to renounce the police
and his old life

and start afresh with her.

She got pregnant by him?

They had a child, Noah,

and began to look for a way for
Tyler to disappear.

So, then Tyler got a job at
the Dalton meat factory.

He helped Jean plot and execute
the fatal arson attack

that burnt it to the ground five
years ago.

No one was supposed to be on
site that night,

but as Tyler went to
make his escape,

he discovered the body of his
colleague, Roland Mitchell.

And he was already dead.

Yeah, fatally overcome by fumes.

Tyler saw his chance to leave
his former life behind,

so he doused Mitchell in petrol

and planted some of his
belongings.

And by that time,
the body was too badly burnt

to be identified
using DNA techniques.

Yeah, but the police officers
that recovered the corpse

found a ring nearby it.

It was the only thing that
survived.

The melting point of titanium is
1,668 degrees Celsius.

Yeah, the ring was recognized by
one of his

counter-terrorism colleagues.

So, we thought Tyler Rose had
died on assignment,

but he'd actually disappeared,

hoping to live quietly
as Roland Mitchell

and bring up his son
with Jean Crick?

Yeah, until Jean Crick was
arrested and sent to prison.

And Tyler was persuaded to go
back undercover

on the CDF's behalf.

He steals the identity
of a tourist

and winds up dead on
a bus, infected by anthrax.

But how?

Um, well, I...

I think you need to brace
yourself for this, Sir.

The counter-terrorism unit
reinstalled surveillance cameras

for known members of the CDF
and their associates

four months ago after a tip-off.

Is that correct?

Did you recognize Tyler
straight away

from the surveillance photos?

No comment.

Uh, D...Detective Bea.

Oh, no, no, no touching,
no touching, sorry.

Sorry.

I'm glad you're out
of the hospital.

For the tape,
I am showing footage

recorded on a security camera

at the property next door
to Vicky Crick's.

What were you looking for?

- No comment.
- For the tape,

I am showing an envelope

addressed to Roland Mitchell,

containing four unused
vape cartridges.

The post office has
given us the...

card details that were used to
pay for the postage.

Now, the card is registered to
a Mrs. Z. Rose.

Does that ring any bells...

Zara?

No comment.

It was Zara who identified Tyler
as having died in the fire

on the basis of that ring.

Now, for the avoidance of doubt,

a certain someone
in criminal records

managed to track down
Tyler Rose and Zara Blackwood's

wedding license.
-Mm.

They were married 13 years ago,
but they kept it a secret

so they could go on working
together at counter-terrorism.

Why murder him, though?

Why not just have him arrested
once you found out?

Well, jealousy is a very
powerful emotion.

It can make even the sanest of
people act irrationally.

Tyler Rose and Zara Blackwood

didn't have any children
together.

I checked and she hadn't taken
a day of maternity leave

in 20 years of service.

So, perhaps it was Tyler's idea
not to start a family,

given the line of work that
they're in, but...

I imagine when she saw the
surveillance footage of him

playing with his child by
another woman, it...

tipped her over the edge and...

set in motion a plot to
kill him.

You worked out our puzzle,
Patience.

Alfie seems a lot calmer.

We've started him on medication,

found him a... a new school
as well.

- What's this?
- Oh, put that back, love.

Oh, no, it's alright, Alfie,
you can bring it here.

It's a puzzle box.

What's inside?

Um, I'm not sure.

I always thought that
it would...

contain the answer.

The answer to what?

As to why my mother left me.

I've always been...

too afraid to...

open it, but...

I think now I might be ready.