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- Watch where you're going!
- Sorry.

Moron.

Oh good. You got my text?

Er, yes. Thank you.

- You alright?
- Yeah.

Is it a stake?

Well, that, DC Akbari

is the murder weapon.

A rather unusual one.

That's pierced his rib-cage.

I mean, that would require
colossal strength.

- Yeah.
- He's weirdly pale, isn't he?

Sign of tissue hypoperfusion.

The body must have lost a lot of
blood. No traces of it though.

- Well, maybe he was moved.
- Dr. Parsons...

Yes. These are rather
strange incisions.

They've likely sliced through
the carotid artery.

Jesus. They look
like tooth marks.

Anyone got any garlic for Will?

Looks like the victim's camera.
Half the film's been used.

We'll get it developed ASAP.
- Good. Cheers mate.

- Hi.
- Hey.

I was, uh, hoping I'd see you.

Right. Er... er, how was
your training course?

Good. Er, but, you know,
three months too long.

I would rather have been here.

Cool. I guess you're a forensic
genius now, though.

Totally. Can analyze
tire marks in seconds.

Although I still can't keep
a cactus alive.

- Elliot, we're loading up.
- Okay, sure. Er...

Bye.

- See ya.
- Yeah.

- What is that?
- No idea.

So, what have we got?

Er, the victim’s
a Jonathan Starper.

He's a rising star
in the photography world.

Any more detail than that?

I'd say his main influence
is a Romantic Gothic.

Definitely picking up
on the Pre-Raphaelites.

I meant, any more detail
on the victim, DC Akbari.

Oh, I see. Er...

He was preparing for
an upcoming exhibition, sir.

It’s had a lot of buzz
around it.

Could only find, um,
instant coffee.

How do you people
live like this?

- E, DI Monroe?
- Er, call me Frankie.

DCI Calvin Baxter.

We weren't expecting you
till next week.

Oh, er, yeah. Plans changed.

I didn't fancy sticking around
Manchester another week,

so here I am.

So, DI Monroe
is DI Metcalfe's replacement.

Er, rep... replacement?
No, sorry, Sir,

DI Metcalfe's only on leave.

Yeah, she was, but she’s decided
to take a job in Glasgow.

She can't do that.
She didn't... what?

I know you. You make a habit
of trying to kill motorcyclists,

do you? Permanently plugged
into your headphones.

Bloody Gen Z.
- But they're noise canceling.

Yeah, don't cancel your eyes
though, do they?

- Work experience?
- Er, no.

This is Patience Evans
from criminal records.

Ah.

Right, [sighs] what's going on
here then?

Suspected homicide.
Came in last night.

Bit of a strange one,
this one.

Yep. That's a stake.
And the victim was found

with two bite marks in his neck
and a serious loss of blood.

- Really?
- Mm.

Er, sorry DI Monroe, I'm not
gonna be able to show you around

this morning. I've got to have
a public relations meeting.

- Sounds fun.
- Like it's not enough

to endure a station refurb,
the Chief Constable now thinks

we should improve our image
with the public.

Mm. Maybe don't tell ‘em
we're hunting vampires, Sir.

God, these photos are creepy
as hell, aren't they?

Um, I knew I recognized the name
Jonathan Starper.

He was involved in a scooter
accident about four months ago.

- How old are you?
- 23.

Ma’am. Marina Murray, the woman
who discovered the body.

Er, she's in the interview room.
- Oh, right. Let's go and see

which member of the Addams
Family pitched up now.

That's funny.

Um...

Er, sorry, no,
the victim's accident,

it is interesting because...
- Is there any chance

of a proper coffee?
A flat white’ll do.

Um... I mean, the roasting
process of coffee

produces a known carcinogen.
- Oh, good-o.

Right. So, you turned up
at Monk Bar Tower

in the middle of the night
just to get Jonathan to go home.

- Mm.
- Do you do that

with all your clients?
- No. Um...

But I've been his agent for 15
years and, um, I knew him.

Whenever there's an exhibition,
he burns himself out.

Can you think of anyone
that might want to kill him?

No, of course not.
He was, he was wonderful.

Well, was there anyone he had
bad relations with?

- No.
- No?

Anything he was worried about?
- Um...

Yeah, he had seemed a little
out of sorts recently,

but I think that was just
the exhibition.

I'm sorry I can't be more help.

No. Thank you for coming in,
Ms. Murray.

If you do remember anything
else, give us a call.

Okay. Thank you.

Yeah, she was shagging him.

How'd you know that?

Uh, body language and my gut,

which is also telling me
I need a bacon sandwich.

- Oh, there's a canteen.
- No need.

I stopped at a farm shop
this morning.

Locally sourced, maple cured.
Delish.

Thanks.

- Oh, hi.
- Hi.

I was just gonna go grab some
lunch. You wanna come with?

Er, I bought a salad from home.

Well, you could come
sit with me.

Outside food's not permitted
inside the canteen.

Oh.

Yeah, well, I'll, uh...
see you later.

Yeah.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Doors open.

- Are you kidding?
- Er, no, DI Monroe, I don't kid.

So, not one drop of blood's left
in the body?

Correct. And what's also strange
is that the incision marks

in his neck
were made after death.

Which means without
the heart beating,

the victim couldn't
have bled out

without some help from gravity.

- So, he was...
- Probably strung up. Like a pig.

You're joking.

Still deadly serious, DI Monroe.

There was a pulley system
in the tower

that could have been used,

and forensics found
blood traces.

The question is,
why would anybody

want to drain someone
of all their blood?

Excuse me. I've found something.

The victim was involved
in a scooter accident

about four months ago.
It was a hit and run.

The car was reported stolen
and had been connected

to a ring of car thefts
operating out of a garage.

According to Companies House,
that now closed down,

but the owner, Kevin Gill,
works at York Racecourse.

Sorry, why are you talking
so fast?

Well, cause otherwise you'd walk
off and order another coffee.

Okay. Well, thanks for this.

Next time put it in an email.

You can go.

Er...

- Okay, yeah. Bring him in.
- Sure.

Um, Patience is autistic.

Right. And?

Well, maybe you could, you know,
go a bit easy on her.

Look, I'm all for inclusivity,

but I don't have time
to hold anyone's hand

just cause they want
to play police.

Oh, but she's been an amazing
asset to the team,

and her and DI Metcalfe
were really close.

She has a brilliant mind.

She's helped us crack
so many cases.

Well, it seems to me
that if you two

were doing your job properly,
she wouldn't have to.

Got your letter, then?

Thought you might like
a cup of tea.

What's happened?

She isn’t coming back.

Alfie's dad has found a job
in Glasgow

and they've got a good school
for him, so they've all moved.

Well, I-I guess,
I guess it's good for Alfie.

What else did she say?

She says that she misses me

and she wants me
to come and visit.

- Yeah, she’s very fond of you.
- Yeah.

- Unlike DI Monroe.
- Who's that?

Her replacement.

And she wants me
off all of the cases.

Well, she sounds like
a fool then.

Oh, she's not a fool.
She's just not Detective Bea.

Yeah, I know.
She really got you, didn't she?

How are you getting on with
these numbers? Any luck?

No.

I just...

I don't understand why my mother

left me something
so unfathomable.

Cause it’s not unfathomable.
Not for you.

And your mother knew that.

She's left you a treasure hunt.

Oh God,
it’s stuffy in here.

They always overheat
these rooms.

Ah... I like your tattoo, Kevin.
Your gang, is it?

No. Not anymore.

- What does it mean?
- It's a code of honor.

What kind of code of honor
endorses kneecapping, Kevin?

- I did my time for that.
- Cutting out people's tongues.

Do you like violence, Kevin?

Well, if somebody lets you down,
you have to send a message.

And were you sending a message
to Jonathan Starper

when you ran his scooter
off the road?

Hm. Sorry, that got
thrown out, see?

Lack of evidence.
- He owe you money?

I've never even met the bloke.

I've been through all this.

You had nothing on me then,

you've got nothing
on me now, have you?

- You want a fat rascal?
- What?

They're a York specialty.

I drove across town this morning
to get them fresh.

No, thanks.
How can you eat in here?

- I can eat anywhere.
- Er, no eating in the mortuary.

Put it away, please.

- Rh null, heard of it?
- No.

The victim was one of only
40 to 50 in the world

to have an Rh null blood type.

- Um, did you just say Rh null?
- Yeah.

- Yeah. Golden blood.
- Exactly.

Mm. It's compatible
with all blood types,

so those with it
are universal donors.

But it also means they can only
receive golden blood,

so it's both a gift and a curse.

I believe it's also used
in, um, private clinics.

It's sort of an anti-aging
remedy. A vampire cure.

But, I mean, it's said
to reverse the effects of

heart disease, Alzheimer's,
and even cancer.

- Hm. Sounds great.
- Well, completely unverified.

- Hm.
- I'm sure it’s not cheap.

Sorry.
What are you doing here?

Um, sorry, I thought you knew.

I called her.
Is there a problem?

Er, no, except she's not
a police officer

and she's got no business
being on an investigation.

DI Metcalfe always
included Patience.

Oh right, yeah, okay.
Thank you, Headphones.

I think we can take it
from here.

Right, um...

It looks like golden blood
could have been

Jonathan Starper’s golden goose.

She’s a bit direct, isn't she?
DI Monroe.

- Jessica Shaw.
- Sorry?

She's in the files.
She runs the blood bank.

She was arrested
for disturbing the peace.

Oh yeah. The protests around
the infected blood inquiry

a couple of years ago.
- Yeah.

That doesn't make her
a murderer though.

No. But she might
have information.

- She might have met the victim.
- Thank you.

Yeah. They're copies.
You can take them.

Er, did you know a Jonathan
Starper? He was Rh null.

Oh, yes.
You don't find many of those.

He turned up about
four months ago.

He'd only just found out
about it. He'd had an accident.

Oh, must have been
a bit of a coup.

Er, sorry. Could you
just use a coaster?

Yes. You'd think so.
Golden blood is so rare.

Can save many lives.

But anyway,
he turned out to be

an immoral, greedy opportunist
who just wanted to make money.

Hm. And did you help him
with that?

No. Blood is not for sale.

Even golden blood?

Blood is not for sale.

Hello. Um, I'm returning this
and taking these two out.

Oh. Dracula, a classic.

Yeah. It was my mum's favorite.

She used to read it to me
when I was little.

Your mum sounds fun.

The UK does seem to have
hard-line regulations

when it comes to blood banks.

Right, so Ms. Know-It-All
was right then.

Yeah. But we found one
of Patience’s vampire clinics

in St. Petersburg.

They target millionaires
and rock stars,

claim it's a miracle cure.
- Right. Blood transfusion.

A hundred thousand euros.
You've got to be kidding.

We found proof that the victim's
been to St. Petersburg.

His hotel and ticket show up
on his credit card statements

and when I spoke to the clinic,

they were able to identify
Jonathan.

Turns out he weren't
there alone.

- Oh yeah?
- This was captured in the lift.

Good work.
Bring that lying git back in.

Please, have a seat, Mr. Gill.

Well, I must say,
it’s lovely to be back.

You've got a bald spot coming.

Okay, so what? I knew him.

More than that.
You went on holiday with him.

What do you want?

I want the truth.
He owed you money, right?

I helped him out.

By letting him build up
gambling debts.

And then when he couldn't
pay up,

you tried to sell his blood

to a clinic in St. Petersburg.

Whole thing was a scam.
They were passing off people

with any old blood. Believe me,
they had no interest in us.

They're the criminals. I don't
know why you’re wasting my time.

Jonathan Starper's bank account
shows that he sent you

125 grand.

Where’d he get that from?

I wish I knew. Because he still
owes me the other half.

Yeah.

I mean, all we've really got
is illegal gambling debts

and a bro road trip to Russia.

And I don't believe
he knows where the victim

got the 125 grand.

I agree.

- Looks like it's a dead end.
- Mm.

I need to take this.

Who's that? His girlfriend?
Cheeky work affair?

I don't need to know anything
about my team's private lives.

I, er... I think you need
to hear this.

Hiya. Hi, I was
at the library, um...

Sorry, I was just saying
I was at the library and...

Er, I was, I was just thinking

we've been looking at this
from the wrong angle.

So what's all this about
finding the murder weapon?

Well, I found that in the bin.

There's blood on the seat
and one of the legs is missing.

And so it's just that we thought
it would require

colossal strength for it
to pierce the rib cage,

but it didn't. He must have
fallen from here.

Dr. Parsons did say that
the victim didn't die instantly.

I mean, this definitely could
have broken his fall.

Well, that's what,
that's what I thought.

I mean, he must've fallen
from here

and then pulled himself
out the skip

and gone to look for help.

And then what? He drags himself
over there before collapsing.

So, how did all this kick off?

Pfft.

It could have been an accident.

After a bit of rain
it'd be slippery up here.

Yeah, but then he was strung up
and drained of all his blood,

so I think we can rule out
bad luck.

- I think we need to verify...
- No.

This isn't gonna work.

S-sorry, what do you mean?

I mean your naivety makes you
more dangerous than helpful.

I mean that I trained for years,

and learned things like
how not to move evidence

so you don't compromise
an investigation.

They, they collect the rubbish
on, on the Monday.

So I, I...

I mean don't mistake me
for DI Metcalfe.

Just go.

So, er, we're about
to start anyway.

If you want to take your seats.

Hope everybody's good.

So, does anyone have a thought
about what

the theme of today's meeting
should be?

- Yep, Billy, I have. Iguanas.
- Or sex.

- When your iguana has sex.
- Or how about subtext, yeah?

Cause, er, you know,

neuro-typicals don't always say
what they actually mean.

So then how are you supposed
to know what they mean?

Well, it's like a set
of codes, isn't it?

Like body language,
or tone of voice,

or actions rather than words.

How would they maybe act
if they, if they liked you?

My boyfriend sent me flowers
with a card,

with more flowers on it.
- I'm allergic to flowers.

I clean my neighbor's bath.

Not because I'm in love
with her, she's 83.

- But I like her.
- Right, yeah.

I mean, these are all good signs
that someone likes you

or maybe even fancies you,

but NT behavior can be a bit
more nuanced than that.

So they might smile at you
for a long time,

or hold eye contact with you,

or they might just really enjoy
spending time with you.

Weirdly, I'm not allergic
to bluebells. Explain that.

Can’t.

Olivia Brams, Rh null,

five-year-old
born with sickle cell disease

and needs regular
blood transfusions.

She's recently had
a bone marrow transplant,

and check the date.

The op was only a few hours
after Jonathan died.

It almost didn't happen.

They were struggling to find
enough blood.

Apparently you need
loads on standby,

but in the last minute an
anonymous donation came through.

Saving a little girl's life.

Sounds like a strong motive
for killing a man

and draining his blood.

Have you got an address, Will?

Do you want me
to check it out, boss?

Oh no, Will can do it, hm?

- You've got a damn nerve.
- Mr. Brams, please.

After what we've been through?

We waited years for Olivia's op.

- Sorry, Mr. Brams.
- And now she's finally okay,

you turn up accusing us
of stealing the blood

of a man we've never met?
- Uh...

Hi...

Um... do you have any cacti?

Yeah, come in.

Oh, yeah. My ex used to say
it looked like a rabid badger

had broke into my flat, which
is why I slept with his brother.

Okay.

You don’t know if I'm joking,
do you?

Is that the Brams’
bank statement?

Er, yeah.
It looks like they withdrew

increasingly large cash amounts
over the last four months.

Yeah. So, maybe our victim
was into extortion.

For Olivia's transfusions?

God, he'd have had them
over a barrel.

What a dick.

Ah, it's Will.
Will, you’re on speaker.

Ma’am, well, the chat
didn’t go brilliantly.

But I've been keeping a watch.

And I've just seen Jimmy Brams
leave his flat

carrying a trunk.
I'll send you a photo.

Hm.

Helsing and Co. Hold on.

Thanks, Will. Good work.

Yeah, just keep following him

and see where he goes.

Yeah, found ‘em. It’s a Dutch
company, Helsing and Co Medical.

They do blood cell separators
for transfusions

in sickle cell patients.

So, they were set up
for home transfusions.

It looks like we were right.

Olivia's parents were getting
Jonathan's blood on the sly.

Jessica! Open up!
It's the police.

Wait, I'm sorry.
You can't just barge in here...

Ah, Mr. Brams. No, no, no,
please, please, have a seat.

Yeah.

Nice to meet
you finally.

Well, this is cozy, isn't it?
Not looking good though, is it?

What are you doing?

I'm just wondering
what's for dinner?

- Don’t!
- Ah...

I'd say there's about, what,
five liters here?

So, blood's not for sale, right?

No. That blood is only
to help people.

But money's been changing hands,
hasn't it?

Only because...

Look, I introduced the Brams
to Jonathan

because I hoped they would
change his mind.

But they couldn't.

Turns out that
he was made of stone.

And yes, he made them pay
for Olivia's donations.

He kept hiking up the price.
It was breaking us.

And then you found
a bone marrow donor.

Yeah, and that was a godsend.

But for the op, we needed double
the usual blood.

So what happened the night
of the operation?

I called Jonathan, but he wanted
four times the price.

A hundred thousand pounds.
I didn't have it.

My daughter was gonna die.

So we went to see him.

To beg him.

And he said no.

So you killed him.

No.

When we turned up
he was already... dead.

- Already?
- Yes.

Collapsed, with that thing
in his chest.

We just needed the blood.

We saw the pulley
on the ceiling,

so we got him elevated.

Drained the blood
through an incision.

That was grim.

Yeah. Very few people surprise
me, but those two, geez.

I think they're telling
the truth, though.

I mean, their stories match.
- Mm.

I don't think either of them
are capable of murder.

No. No, I'm gonna
have to book 'em.

I don’t know what for though.
I mean, it's a new one on me,

but they won't get away with it.

Oh, the victim's photos
are back from the lab.

- Shall we?
- Yep.

- But ain’t that the agent?
- Yeah.

I don't think
she was just shagging him.

I think she was in love
with him.

I think we need to rethink this.

Find out everything you can
about Marina Murray.

Alright, cool.

Hi.

Good morning, DS Hunter.

Yeah, I've just had
a quick workout.

Look, I thought you should know

that you were right
about the blood.

Yeah.

And we’re looking
into the agent now.

- Marina Murray?
- Mm-hm.

Boss thinks that her
relationship with the victim

might be more
than she's letting on.

Okay, well, what do you think?

I don't know, but she's got
good instincts, DI Monroe.

But I also think that you should
be in on this one.

- We can't go behind her back.
- I wanna solve this case.

Yeah. So do I.

Good to know.

So, up until
the scooter accident

there were large withdrawals
from the agent's account.

Er... maybe Marina Murray was
paying off the victim's debts.

Yeah. And then he found out
he had golden blood

and he didn't need
Marina anymore.

She was feeling used,
angry, heartbroken.

What have you got on her alibi?

Er, she was at
an art gallery event.

She arrived early
and a couple of guests

saw her leave after 11.

Oh yeah, that's too long after

the estimated time of death.

There's a short time
she could have slipped away.

She'd have been cutting it
fine, though.

Okay, well, get onto
local cab firms,

see if they picked anyone
up from the party

between 8 and 8:30.
- Alright.

Thanks for coming down.
This shouldn't take very long.

We're hoping you can help us
identify someone.

Um, your firm said
you dropped someone off

at Monk Bar Tower
at the weekend.

Yeah, I pick up a lot of fares,

you know, it were a Saturday.

Weekends, you know,
they're full on.

Look again, please.

Taxi Driver: Yeah, maybe.

I don't know,
I don't recognize the face,

but I remember she were
chewing gum. It stunk.

What did it, uh,
what did it smell of?

Pineapples.
I hate bloody pineapples.

Uh...

Time for you to pay up,
you stupid bitch!

- No!
- Move!

Please don't hurt me!
Please, please!

Well, go on then, answer it.

Jesus Christ. Where is she?

I think, I think...
I think that’s Marina’s place.

I know, I know the way,
I know the way.

Okay, let’s go.

Right...

Ah!

No, no, no, no!

Get off me! Uh!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Help me!
Help me somebody, please!

Help me! Help me!

Uh...

- In the back.
- Got it.

Check the garden.

Patience?

In the back garden, Ma’am.

- Patience...
- They left. He took her.

- He took her.
- Are you hurt?

- No.
- Are you alright? Are you sure?

Mm.

- Take her back to the station.
- Of course.

- You had your chance.
- Please!

Come here. Shut up!

Shut up!

Stop! Police!

Kevin, stop there! Stop!

Uh!

Ah!

- Ah!
- Get up!

Ah...

Ah!

Ah...

Oi, oi, oi, oi!
Calm down, calm down!

Now, I'm gonna need you to put
the needle down, Kevin, alright?

Oh!

Oh!

Argh...

I'm getting too old for this.

Alright. Alright.

Marina, Marina...

Marina? Marina. That's it.

That's it, nice and slow,
nice and slow...

I went there to...

to ask him to marry me.

I can't believe I was so stupid.

Not stupid.

You were in love.

He didn't even want me
to be his agent anymore.

God, I was so...

You know, he'd have been
nothing without me.

I gave him his career.

He'd been using me.

I just...

I-I lashed out.

I wanted him to see
how much he'd hurt me.

Stupid fucking child!

Don't you understand,

you’re nothing without me!

You are nothing without me!

I never meant for him to die.
I never.

But then all night

I kept picturing him
lying there.

I didn't even know
if he was dead.

So you went back.

But when I got there he was...

he was...

I loved him.

I know.

I loved him so much.

Marina Murray,
I am arresting you

for the murder
of Jonathan Starper.

Well, she knows
what she's doing.

You do not have
to say anything,

but it may harm your defense...

She's gonna ruffle
some feathers though.

I’m listening.

I...I-I...

was just trying
to get you proof.

Um, and con... confirm that
it was the same chewing gum,

and that it was definitely
Marina in the cab.

I just didn't think
that you’d trust me.

And you think I should
trust you now? Either of you?

After you lied to me?

I'm sorry. I should
have been straight with you.

But boss, Patience is an asset.

She found Jessica Shaw
and the murder weapon.

She worked out how
Jonathan died.

She linked Marina to the crime.

I can't have people
on my team lying to me.

If you go behind my back again,
I'll fire you.

Get out.

I know Detective Metcalfe
thought highly of you,

but I'm not her.

Can you shut the door
behind you, please?

Hi.

Um, I got you a present.

Try not to kill it.

Thanks. I...I'll try not to.

Um, also, just to be clear,

I do want to spend
time with you.

Right. I...great.

Yeah. I mean, I'm going to
the library if you want to join?

- Now?
- Yeah.

- Er, why not?
- Okay.

Yeah, it'd be good to, it'd be
good to hang out and chat.

Yeah. Well, we can hang out
and chat on the way there,

but you can't talk
in the library.

Good point, yeah.
Ooh, fan of Gothic horror?

Um, yeah. Well, my mum
got me into it.

Aww. Nice.

It’s a fang!

9-0-8-3-1, the number
that my mum left me.

The clue,
that's a vampire number.

I've never heard
of a vampire number.

Well, it’s used in computer

programming all the time.

It's... it's basically
a composite natural number

with an even number of digits

that can be factored
into two natural numbers,

each with half the amount of
digits as the original number.

I mean, I knew that.

No, you didn't.