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Brian!

Well, say what you like about Bob ruxton, but
he never kept you waiting. He was a good man.

Always had time for a chat...

Always bought a round...

The nights I've had on
the hit and miss with him...

That kind of behaviour might account
for his having been being suspended.

It's a hard thing for a man to be publicly
pilloried, after a long and distinguished career...

He's not being pilloried Jack, he's facing
charges of negligence and incompetence!

Nobody's perfect, Sandra.

Superintendent Pullman.
Shall we go through? Thank you.

So what have you got
for us? Back in 2001,

dr ruxton found that Bernard
Fletcher's fatal injuries

were consistent with a fall at his
work place - the natural history museum.

The body was cremated, so I'm only working from the
original postmortem report, the photos and x-rays. Yep.

What we're looking at is
a "struck hoop" pattern -

depression of the skull leading to fractures
on the intruded and extruded areas.

To me, that would suggest a
blow with a blunt instrument,

rather than a fall onto the kind of
flat surfaces present at the scene.

Yeah, but he was a bit pissed?

He had 70 micrograms of
alcohol per 100 millilitres of blood.

He'd show a loss of inhibitions
and be well over the limit for driving.

But it's on the low side
for an accident of this kind.

Are you saying that no-one's ever had that amount
to drink and fallen down and received such injuries?

I'm saying it's more than
likely he was hit on the head.

Thank you. Thanks
very much. Thank you.

So, like a whole host of ruxton's old
cases, this one gets re-investigated.

I don't see why we're lumbered
with it. It's effectively a new case.

There's close to 100 forensic
examinations waiting to be re-looked at.

Strickland's volunteered
us to help out. Politics.

So, we going to have a look
at the scene, then? Mm-hm.

Oh, the natural history museum.
Great. Haven't been there for years.

I'll fix up a meeting with the keeper of
palaeontology, the head of Fletcher's old department.

Excuse my ignorance, but what does
a keeper of palaeontology actually do?

Very important job. He's responsible
for a world-class collection of fossils.

Just like me.

♪ It's all right, it's ok

♪ doesn't really matter
if you're old and grey

♪ it's all right, I say, it's ok

♪ listen to what I say

♪ it's all right, doing fine

♪ doesn't really matter
if the sun don't shine

♪ it's all right, I say, it's ok

♪ we're gettin' to
the end of the day. ♪

Roaring

children laugh

roaring

that is what I call
a crime scene.

The victim's still alive.

Go on, hop in there
and grab a statement!

Yeah, go on, go
on! Ok, listen up.

At the time of
his death in 2001,

Bernard Fletcher was a senior
palaeontologist at the museum

and he was found by
a Porter, Barry Drake.

What time was this? 8.00am.
Time of death? A very good question,

Jack, because your old chum,
dr negligence, put it between

midnight and 2.00am. But
hey, it's now up for grabs.

It's still being
investigated, Sandra.

Innocent until proven
guilty. Remember?

Now, Fletcher was wearing
evening clothes, right?

Yeah, that's because he'd
attended a corporate jolly

the evening before he was found.

So, you can hire this
place for a knees up?

It would cost you. The
do in question was a dinner

given by the mondial
fuel corporation.

When was Fletcher
last seen alive?

9.15. Apparently, he had a drop too
many, had words with his colleagues

and marched off,
saying he had work to do.

When did the bun fight finish?

10.30. So the original investigation,
working on ruxton's time of death,

assumed that everyone had
left the premises at the time

he snuffed it, so only took
perfunctory statements.

Forensics? Ah, they found
no evidence of violence

at the scene and no sign that
he'd been pushed from the walkway.

Anything that might have
been a murder weapon?

No. Witnesses, other than
the guests at the dinner?

Not to the actual death, of course, but there
were two staff working in their offices,

a Marie Braden and Mark slater,
but they didn't see or hear anything.

We'll want to
talk to them again.

There's also a widow, Diane Fletcher,
so Gerry, you and Brian can talk to her.

We'll catch you
later. Okey-dokey.

Detective
superintendent Pullman?

Yes. And you must be Madeleine
simmonds. Keeper of palaeontology.

This is my colleague,
Jack halford. Morning.

I don't understand
this investigation.

Bernard Fletcher died accidentally.
It was put to rest ten years ago.

The coroner recorded an open verdict, based on a
pathology report which has since been reviewed,

so now the case is open again.

Do you know, the last time I
saw this, I was with my dad.

Yes, most people only visit the
museum three times in their lives -

once with parents, once with
children and once with grandchildren.

We're constantly working to bring them back more
often. How long ago did this diplodocus walk the earth?

Strictly speaking, it never did. It's a copy, kindly
given to us by our colleagues in the usa, in 1905.

I didn't know that!

So things aren't always as they
seem in the museum business?

I believe you have
some questions?

My husband died in an accident.

The whole business was quite traumatic enough
at the time. It doesn't need raking over now.

Well, sadly mrs Fletcher, things
weren't done to a proper standard

back then and it's our job
to do it more thoroughly.

Well, I suppose
you'd better come in.

My late husband was a very
experienced and dedicated palaeontologist.

His specialism was
the study of fossil birds.

That must be really fascinating!

Well, it fascinated him.

But you weren't
part of that world?

I was never really
invited to take an interest.

Bernard lived for his work.

He spent long hours at the museum,
he often worked at weekends.

I looked after the home and the children, when
they were little, and then I went back to teaching.

He left us very
well provided for.

That's nice.

Did your husband mention any personal or professional
problems in the time leading up to his death? No.

Can you think of anyone that
might have wanted to harm him?

Bernard was a man of strong
views, he spoke his mind.

He was never inhibited about
putting peoples' backs up.

But I'd be astonished if he
provoked anyone to homicide.

What were these
strong views about?

Bernard believed

that living creatures are
members of an extended family.

Humans now dominate the ecosystem and they
have to be responsible for its welfare.

He believed that
industrial civilisation

was destroying the planet and
he spoke out on the subject...

..Somewhat incessantly.

The night your husband
died, he'd been drinking.

Was he a regular heavy drinker?

He was by no means an alcoholic,
but I thought he overdid it, on occasion.

My attitude didn't
influence him.

That's been very helpful,
Diane. Thanks very much.

We may have to
talk to you again.

Really? Well, it
will have to be soon.

I'm leaving the
country next month.

Holiday? Mid-life gap year.

With my new partner.

I hope this business
is settled before then.

The original investigation found
out that Bernard had had some

argument with his colleagues
shortly before his death.

Can you tell us about that? Oh,
that was nothing out of the ordinary.

Bernard getting on his
high horse after a few.

Did he get on his high horse
about anything in particular?

Bernard and I were guests at the
dinner. I was a curator at the time.

I was very keen to encourage mondial fuel to
sponsor the refurbishment of one of our galleries,

which they subsequently did.

Bernard thought, given the industry's environmental
record, we shouldn't touch them. How did your hosts feel?

Well, I hope they
weren't aware of it.

It was a squabble between museum
staff, a storm in a teacup. Honestly.

Two of your staff were
working late that night...

Marie Braden and Mark slater.
Could you put us in contact with them?

Yes, Marie still
works at the museum,

she has an office
in the Darwin centre.

Mark slater is
no longer with us,

he now works as
a dealer in fossils.

I have his card here somewhere.

Does he supply
fossils to the museum?

He has offered us some items.

But that's not the way we
generally source our acquisitions.

I tell you what
pisses me off, Jack,

I was writing the book on forensic pathology when
some of these kids were doing their science o-levels.

I know, Bob. You were the best.

Now they're second-guessing
my findings, ten years on.

You realise I can't
discuss the case?

Of course not. Well, actually, I shouldn't be here
talking to you at all, under the circumstances...

I'm not looking for
any favours, Jack.

I know I was off the
rails a bit, ten years back,

when I lost Sally.

You know how it is.

Oh, yes.

But that was private life,

I never let my
professional standards slip.

I hear what you say, Bob.

Do you mind if I carry on with
this while we talk? No, please do.

What is it, exactly?
It's an archaeopteryx,

one of the earliest birds.

Or, from a another point of
view, it's a feathered dinosaur.

Bernard Fletcher specialised
in fossil birds, didn't he?

Yes.

You must have known him well?

He was my senior colleague,
he supervised some of my work.

Were you on good terms
with him... Personally?

We had a good
working relationship.

I respected him as a scientist.

You were working
the night he died?

Yes. In this office? No.
This is the Darwin building,

it wasn't finished then. My
office is in the museum basement.

And it said in your statement

that you didn't see Bernard Fletcher that
evening? No, he was having dinner in the hall.

But when he left there he said he was going
to do some work, so where was his office?

That was in the basement
also. Near you? Not really,

it's quite a big place.

According to your statement,

you said that you didn't see or hear
anything out of the ordinary that evening.

Any second thoughts
about that? I'm really sorry,

I wish I could help you more.

What did you make of that?

A lady very
dedicated to science.

All those questions and
she could hardly bear

to tear herself away from
her work to look us in the eyes.

Are you starting to believe
there's a case to investigate?

Oh, I can believe that she could be
covering something up about Fletcher.

But that doesn't mean that
his death wasn't accidental.

'Hello?' mr slater? 'Yes.'

Gerry standing and Brian Lane.
From ucos. We spoke on the phone.

'On my way.'

thank you.

Not exactly bond street, is it?

Maybe he saves on rent.

Lives above the shop.

Come on inside.

Thank you. Thank you.

Bloody hell! Gordon Bennett!

Look at this!

This is amazing.

Cos I mean, from the outside...
It looks like a junk shop, I know.

Good for security. So you are
anxious about security, then?

Well, you can't be too careful.

No, no. Anyone else live up
in the flat? Not right now, no.

May I?

It's survived 360 million years, I
don't suppose you'll do harm to it.

360 million?!

Well, what is
it? It's a trilobite,

shuffled around on the ocean
floor. Extinct before dinosaurs.

Hmm, £7.50.

750, actually.

What for a giant
woodlouse? Bloody hell!

But this is like works of art.

That's why people want
it. "Fossil decor", it's big!

Now, if I wanted that on my
wall, what would it put me back?

That's an ichthyosaur
and I'm asking 250 grand.

Huh! Don't get me
wrong, I love this stuff,

but who's spending
that kind of money?

Film stars, supermodels,
you'd be surprised.

That's individuals,

when you talk about
the institutional market -

museums, corporations and
so on - the sky's the limit. Go on?

A tyrannosaurus Rex was recovered and
auctioned in the states a few years back,

knocked out at
8.4 million bucks.

And I was going to ask you why you
left the museum! Silly question, eh?

There's money to be made.

And I prefer prospecting the atlas mountains,
or the Arizona badlands, to being in a museum.

Not really an
institutional kind of bloke.

But Bernard Fletcher
was institutionally minded?

Bernard was very dedicated
to the museum, yes.

You told the original
investigation that the night he died,

you were working on your own and you
didn't see anything out of the ordinary?

That's right. My office
was in the basement.

Backstage, as we call it.

Bernard had his
accident in the public area.

Well, what happened to Bernard
and where is now under investigation.

How well did you know him? Bernard
was a bird man, I specialise in dinosaurs.

Well, as you know, Mark, all living things
are part of one family, is that not right?

Oh, we knew each other,

we'd meet at palaeontology
seminars and staff meetings,

but that's as far as it went.

I wish I could tell you more.

Well, if we think you
can, we'll be back.

Thanks very much.

Thanks very much.

I've got a fossil.

Have you? Yeah.

What of? I dunno really, my old
man brought it back after the war.

Said he found it back east.

What's it look like?

Bit if old rock.

You never know, it might
be of scientific interest.

I was thinking it might
be worth a few quid.

I've been going
through Fletcher's cv.

He didn't always
work with bird fossils,

he originally did a phd on
microfossils. What are they?

Microfossils are either fossil micro-organisms,
or microscopic parts of larger animals.

And why is this
interesting? I have no idea.

I'll check them
out at the museum.

Ok. Let's see what we've got.

What about the widow?

Well, she got over
her grief, that's for sure.

If there ever was any. I've been
looking into the probate records.

Fletcher's will left everything
to the wife and kids,

including a very handsome payout
from a life insurance policy. Really?

According to his phone bills,
the most frequently dialled number

on his mobile, in the months
before his death, was Marie Braden's.

She was his colleague
and he supervised her work.

True, but he never once called
her from his home land-line,

which may or may
not be significant.

What about issues at work?

Fletcher got up Madeleine simmonds' nose by slagging
off the oil company whose money she was after.

Doesn't seem enough
to motivate murder.

No, not on its own.

Quite frankly, there's nothing here that suggests
to me that Bob ruxton didn't get it right.

Your man had a drop too much,
fell down and banged his head.

You've made your
position clear, Jack.

If we're looking for a motive,

there is shedloads of money
in the fossil business. Really?

From what we saw at slater's place, the
museum's collection must be worth billions.

What if he happened
upon a scam -

somebody smuggling stuff out of the
museum to flog off? What if he was in one?

Wait a minute, it's easy to
speculate on possible scams,

but the question we
have to ask ourselves is,

did anything go missing from the museum
in the period before Fletcher's death?

Right, well, we've got
plenty of scenarios.

Tomorrow, let's see if we
can stand any of them up.

There's nothing in here
remotely like a fossil,

unless you count this salami.

Have you had any luck?

Not for a very long time.

These corridors seem endless.

I've spent my working life in this museum,
and there are parts I've never even visited.

The basement is
our storage area.

I wanted you to get a sense

of what's involved when you
ask whether anything is missing.

Yes, I understand that
there are lots of items here.

80 million. 80 million?! Give or take the odd
hundred thousand or so, nobody's really sure.

So the question of whether anything
is missing is really rather metaphysical.

Point taken.

Let's restrict ourselves to Bernard
Fletcher, Mark slater and Marie Braden.

I'm sure it's possible to check
out what they were working on.

It would be a
time-consuming diversion

from the museum's
proper functions.

Yes, but do it anyway, please.

'Scuse me, would you
be Barry, by any chance?

That's right, who's asking?

Brian Lane and Gerry standing.

We're investigators with the
metropolitan police. Oh, yeah?

Yeah, we're investigating
the death of Bernard Fletcher.

Now, according to our
records, you found the body.

That's right.

You gave a full statement
to the original inquiry.

You said you found the body
at 8am, checked for signs of life,

immediately called security,
and then the police arrived. Yeah.

Is there anything you want to
add? You know, looking back?

No, not really.

Poor old Bernard.

Oh, you knew him, then? I mean,
more than just a regular face?

Allow me.

What's this all about, Jack?

Something here
might interest you.

I've been checking those
microfossils that Fletcher used to study.

I tell you one thing, you need a
powerful microscope to see them at all.

This is what you get using
an electron microscope.

And? Well, if you find
certain microfossils,

and they show signs of
deformation through heating,

it's a good indication
of gas and oil deposits.

Which gives us a whole new
line of inquiry. Mondial fuel.

Worth pursuing though, isn't it?

Oh, I don't know.

Probably turn out that he just had one
too many and fell on his head, eh, Jack?

There may be certain things in
this case that need investigation.

But that still doesn't
make it murder.

You spend all day fetching and carrying, and
pushing a trolley, it makes you invisible.

They get so used to you popping in and
out, they carry on as if you're not there.

So you know more of what
goes on than they realise?

Who's fallen out,

who's pissed off cos someone
else got the promotion,

who's at it with who.

Who's kipping in the basement cos
they got kicked out by their other half!

So what do you know
about Bernard Fletcher?

Well, I'm not that surprised
you've re-opened the investigation.

At the time, I thought, "hello, old doc
Fletcher's sins have found him out!"

What are you saying?

Well, I thought a jealous husband's caught
up with him, and shoved him off the walkway.

Then they said it
was an accident.

Who did you have in mind?

That would have been the
problem, narrowing down the field!

So old Bernard was a bit
of a bonking man, was he?

Dr Fletcher?

He was an artist.
And he could pick 'em.

How do you mean?

Well, he went with
visiting scholars,

staff on secondment from other
museums, research students.

What I'm saying is, he always
made sure there was a built-in get out.

They'd automatically move on elsewhere, so
things didn't get sticky when the magic wore off.

Wish I'd thought of that one.

But there are none of dr Fletcher's
ex-girlfriends still at the museum?

Well...

Come on, Barry, don't
keep us in suspense.

Well, it's one thing
talking about doc Fletcher.

I don't want to make trouble for someone
who's got their life to get on with.

Oh, come on, we're not going
to go to the tabloids with this.

The only people we'll share
with are those who need to know.

Mm, well...

And we are still
buying the beer.

Well, don't go giving
dr Braden a bad time.

She's a nice woman, you can't
say that about everybody round here.

Marie Braden? She's
married with kids.

She wasn't then.
She was fancy free.

After she gave Mark
slater the old heave-ho.

Marie and slater were an item?

Yeah, but she give him
the boot, sensible woman.

So Fletcher had a connection
with the oil industry?

The museum does a lot of consultancy
work with oil and gas companies,

Bernard might have been involved
in his early days. Before my time.

Maybe with mondial fuel?

I've no idea. By the time I knew Bernard
he'd switched to avian palaeontology.

Because he didn't like what the
oil industry is doing to the planet?

That's a reasonable assumption.

Wotcha! We got a result
on Fletcher's love life.

He was at it with Marie Braden.

That's progress!

Not just a casual
naughty. A serious affair.

And not only that, she and
slater used to be an item!

I'm going to have to get
her in for an interview.

Coffee, Gerry? Yeah I will,
thanks, I'll just Mark up the board.

What's that?

A whole new line of inquiry.

The original investigation team didn't
pay much attention to the formal dinner,

because dr ruxton had told them Fletcher
died after all the guests had gone home.

We're now told, of course,
he could have died earlier.

But most importantly, we now know that Fletcher's
earlier work was connected with oil exploration.

What's the sp on
the corporate jolly?

Oh, that was organised
by a Sarah Knowles

who was the personal assistant of mondial fuel's
then director of European operations, James winslow.

Better get this Sarah
Knowles in and all, then.

Yes, well she's not
Sarah Knowles any more.

In 2002 James winslow
divorced his wife and married her.

Bloody hell.

Yeah, I could be
comfortable here.

It'd cost you.

It last changed
hands for £7.5 million.

At least I'd have room
for my bits and pieces.

Ammonites!

Ah, fantastic.

Are you a collector?

No, no, I've only recently taken an
interest, after seeing Mark slater's shop.

Have you done business with him?

Er, yes, yes, he's one of
the dealers we've used.

He used to work in
the museum, you know?

Uh-huh.

You want to talk about the
night of the dinner, right?

Yes.

Sit down, please.

Thank you.

Oh. Would you like a drink?

No, it's a bit early
in the day for me.

And I don't, thank you.

You gave a statement to the
original investigators saying

you didn't notice anything out of
the ordinary on the night. That's right.

Would you like to
add anything to that?

No.

Did you know Bernard Fletcher?

We were introduced
the night of the dinner.

But we weren't sitting near
him, so we didn't converse.

Were you aware of an argument
between him and his colleagues?

No, sorry.

This is a little bit personal,
I'm afraid, but James winslow

divorced his first wife and married
you within a year or so of that dinner.

Now, may I ask, were you
in a relationship at that time?

Sure.

He was shagging the hired help.

Bit of a cliche, but
that's life, don't you find?

Then when you married
James you gave up being a pa?

Well, we're not
short of the odd Bob.

And once or twice a year,

I work as a tour manager
on long-haul holidays.

Where to?

Vietnam, China.

So after a bit
of a jet-set life,

you still find ways to
keep yourself amused?

Amused?

Yeah,

frequently I'm in hysterics.

Thank you very much.

I get the impression she's
not living happily ever after.

I tell you what, I know a desperate
housewife when I see one.

She is well up for it!

I bow to your expertise, Gerry.

This is James
winslow. Thank you.

Hello there. Hello.
Sandra Pullman.

Very good to meet you.

And this is Jack halford. Hello.

How do you do? Do
sit down. Thank you.

As you know, we're reinvestigating
the death of dr Bernard Fletcher.

Yes. I don't think I
can help you much.

I only met dr Fletcher the
night before his body was found.

Sadly I never got a chance to do
more than exchange greetings with him.

Were you aware of dr Fletcher's
hostile attitude to the oil industry?

We have no quarrel with critics who
stay within the parameters of the law.

But... that's not
strictly my department.

Samantha, could you
ask Michael to join us?

Our head of security's
the man to talk to.

Oh, ok, thank you.

Michael ratcliffe.

Detective
superintendent Pullman,

and Jack halford, from ucos.

I don't think our paths ever crossed, in
the job. I was in diplomatic protection.

Oh, I've always been a
bit nervous around firearms.

I wasn't nervous enough.

Please.

Michael, dr Bernard Fletcher.

Died at the natural
history museum?

That's right.

Were you at the dinner
that evening, mr ratcliffe?

No. Not high enough
on the food chain!

Michael, did dr Fletcher
ever appear on our radar

as a security threat,
subversive, or such like?

Not in my time.

Dr Fletcher's career

began in the study
of microfossils.

That's highly significant
for the oil industry, I believe?

Certainly.

Did he ever work for
you as a consultant?

Not that we're aware of.

We'd check that in your records.

By all means. Michael,
can you facilitate that?

Certainly. As long as you don't mind spending
some time wading through our archives.

No record of Fletcher
working for mondial fuel,

so the connection to the oil
industry looks like a dead end.

I'm not so sure.

I wouldn't trust that lot as
far as I could throw them. No.

Now, listen, this may not have anything
to do with the oil industry, as such,

but there is a connection.

Sarah winslow is a customer
of slater's fossil business.

May mean something, may not.

And maybe not just a customer.

We've been talking to
the art and antiques squad.

They've got criminal
intelligence on slater.

He was deported
from China in 1998.

When he was still at the museum?

Mmm-hmm.

The Chinese accused him of trying to export
fossil dinosaur eggs without a licence.

Bit of a diplomatic incident.

The museum chose
to believe slater,

but art and antiques reckons he's
been in to some dodgy deals since.

Slater gets slung out of China

and now Sarah leads
upmarket tour parties there.

China's one of the
great fossil sources,

all those alluvial rivers,

flooding over millions of years
and burying all kinds of creatures.

Over time this turns to stone,

and produces these
beautifully-preserved specimens.

So? Bernard called me,
talking's not a crime, is it?

No-one's accusing
you of a crime, Marie.

But you have been
misleading us, haven't you?

We have information that
you and Bernard Fletcher

were in a relationship at
the time of Fletcher's death.

Now, we want to get an
honest answer from you.

But if we're not satisfied,
then we have to try to confirm

or disprove the story by
talking to more people.

I have a husband, children.
I'm in another life now!

All the more reason why we should get the truth
from you, without spreading the net wider.

I suppose you got all this
from that creepy Porter, Barry.

I told Bernard it was a mistake giving
him drinks and tips and Christmas boxes.

So you and Bernard were lovers?

Yes.

Was it serious?

Perfectly serious.

I wasn't the palaeontology
department bicycle!

But Bernard is a married
man, with children.

Bernard and I had
planned a future together.

He'd told his wife
he wanted a divorce.

Well, thank you for being
honest with us, Marie.

You must have been terribly
distressed by Bernard's death.

Of course.

So you'll understand
how important it is

for us to know the
true circumstances of it.

When did you last see him alive?

It was the night he died.

He came to see me after
he walked out of the dinner.

This was in your
office, in the basement?

Yes.

We know he'd been drinking.
Was he badly affected by it?

He was a little flamboyant...

..But he was making
perfect sense.

Telling me how disgusted he was
there were people in the museum

willing to sell out to those
shits in the oil business.

I had heard it all before.

What this means, Marie,

is that you were the last
known person to see him alive.

No, Carol.

That thing in the cardboard box

is an su downdraught carburettor,
but that's not what I'm looking for.

No, you can't Chuck it away.
It could be reconditioned.

Yes, yes, all right, I'll pick it all up when
I've got somewhere to store it, all right.

Now listen.

Listen!

What I'm looking
for is a fossil.

Dialling tone

You had a history with
Mark slater, didn't you?

Oh...

Look, Mark and I went
out on a couple of dates.

I like the guy, but there
was never any future in it.

He was too much of a chancer.

And Mark was working in the museum basement, the
night you had your last encounter with Fletcher?

Yes.

Turns out Sarah's a
Cambridge graduate.

Posh totty. You'd
expect it, wouldn't you?

She was reading sinology.

You're kidding?

I could have asked her
why mine gets so blocked up.

Sinology is the study of the
people and language of China.

Oh.

She was at the same college,
at the same time, as Mark slater.

Can't stay clear of
each other, can they?

Oh, have a look.

Sarah winslow was done for
being an hour over the limit,

in a parking bay opposite
Mark slater's shop.

Maybe he had some
fresh trilobites in.

Look at that, three points for
speeding, two streets away,

at 11.30 at night.

There's definitely something going
on between Sarah winslow and slater.

He's giving her one.
That's not a crime, is it?

No, but they go back a
long way, to university.

They knew each other
when Fletcher was killed.

Keep an eye on slater and then you and I will
give Diane Fletcher a pull in the morning, Jack.

Maybe she's been
painting us a picture.

We're not going to
get anything tonight.

What you looking at? Her
car's not on the plot, is it?

No, no. See if you can get
me a trace on this licence.

Gn54 wxp.

Yeah, all right. Why?

Cos that car's been
here longer than we have,

and there's been a bloke
behind the wheel all that time.

Shouldn't we go and have a chat?

It's tricky, isn't it?

Probably best to not
let on we've clocked him.

Too late, anyway. He's off.

You didn't tell us, or the
previous investigation,

that your husband
was seeking a divorce.

Well, he didn't need
one in the end, did he?

Everything seemed
perfectly straightforward,

I saw no point
confusing the issue.

If you and your husband had
divorced, you'd be a far worse off now.

He died at a very
convenient time.

The night my husband died, I was wardrobe mistress
at my daughter's school production of the tempest.

How many witnesses
would you like?

There was a lot of money at stake. You could
have hired someone. Oh, this is nonsense.

Look, I can perfectly well believe
Bernard falling over when he was pissed,

but if you must find
someone to blame,

how about the man he was
trying to get sacked? Who?

Mark slater.

Bernard was convinced slater was moonlighting as a
fossil dealer while he was working at the museum.

He was on his case, and
when Bernard was on your case,

you were in trouble.

Ratcliffe - what's
he been up to?

A vehicle registered to Michael ratcliffe was keeping
surveillance last night outside slater's place.

I always thought mondial
fuel were tied up with this!

Actually, you didn't always
think there was a crime!

After a long and distinguished career a man
is entitled to get things arse about face.

This isn't about business.

Slater and Sarah are at it.

Ratcliffe was getting
evidence for his guv'nor!

There's more to it than that.

Phone rings

ucos. Brian Lane speaking.

Diane Fletcher says that her old
man wanted to get slater the sack.

Madeleine simmonds. Wants
you at the museum. Urgently.

I would be very grateful if you didn't
touch any of these particular items.

I was very concerned,
which is why I called you.

We were checking on the items
as you asked. Something's missing?

No, but the labelling has been
interfered with. You see this?

Yes. This isn't the real 7531. It's
from a different specimen altogether.

There are distinct
morphological peculiarities.

We believe you, but
what is the significance?

Well, if we can't relate items to
their specimen, chaos breaks out!

Hang on. Who was handling the item with
this label at the time of Fletcher's death?

Bernard himself. It's
the tibia of a dinornis.

An extinct, giant bird.

This is the real 7531.
They've been switched!

That would have been in
Fletcher's office, would it?

Yes. You could certainly give
someone a hefty blow with that.

Maybe we've just ticked the box for method.
We'll have to send it off for forensic analysis.

This is all very unfortunate.

I don't know. It's
cheered me up no end.

If you're looking for
Mark, you've missed him.

Is that right?

Left in a bit of a
hurry this morning.

You don't happen to know
where's he's gone, do you?

One of his field
trips, I suppose.

He had a backpack with him.

Did he say when he'd be back?

Sorry.

Guv'nor, we've got
a bit of a problem.

Ok, Gerry. Cheers.

Detective superintendent
Pullman, ucos.

I want a suspect placed on
all watch lists. Ports, airports.

Name of Mark slater.
Ic1 male, aged 38.

Detective superintendent
Pullman. Jack halford. Ucos.

I've talked to your people.

Yeah, now you're going to talk some
more. Where's your boyfriend, Sarah?

I don't understand. Mark slater is a suspect
in our murder inquiry. Do you know where he is?

No, no, of course not. Mark's
just a business associate.

Make sure your story stands up,
we're searching his premises right now.

I've got a warrant
for yours as well.

Could you open that bag,
please? Show us what's inside.

Well, there's a thing.

So what have you
got to say about that?

It's a fossil.

No, there's nothing very
interesting in the paper files.

All the serious
records will be on disk.

Let's take this in, then. Give
it a good going over. Sure.

Listen, listen, boys,
mind how you go,

everything in here
is worth a fortune.

Your fossil turned up yet?

No, Allison and Carol
were a dead loss,

just gave me a load of earache
about the junk I'd already left over there.

What about Jane?

Oh, couldn't get an
answer out of her at all.

That's a thought. Maybe
I'll just pop over there.

Come on, then.

See ya, boys.

What is your relationship
with Mark slater?

Oh, Mark and I were
students together.

We're old friends.

You're having an
affair, aren't you?

No.

Your husband thinks you are.

He's had his man ratcliffe
watching slater's premises.

I'm not responsible for
what goes on in James' head.

You've been having secret meetings with slater,
for long periods, outside of normal working hours.

I don't have "normal working
hours", neither does Mark.

What was that skull doing in
the boot of your car, Sarah?

Oh, look at that.

It'll take days to get
through all this lot.

Well, see if there's anything
that refers to Fletcher.

Hello.

An e-mail from Fletcher,
addressed to Madeleine simmonds.

It just says, "for
your information".

Dated September 2000.

So slater was hacking
into Fletcher's e-mails.

What are the attachments?

Just called natural history
museum 01, 02 et cetera.

That skull is a fossil of a
possible human ancestor, right?

Would that make it
valuable? Priceless.

So what was it doing
in the boot of your car?

There's not really an open
market for humanoid fossils.

Rock stars don't want
them on their walls.

You have to do a
deal with an institution.

A museum that's not too fussy
about questions of provenance.

Slater handled that
side of things, did he?

Yes. And questions of provenance can
be very embarrassing, can't they, Sarah?

I understand that the Chinese get very sensitive
about their fossil heritage being ripped off.

It's a wonderful source
for palaeontologists.

The Chinese know slater's dodgy.

He wouldn't be allowed back in the country, let
alone stand a chance of getting any fossils out.

But you could organise it, as a
top of the market tour manager.

Everybody needs to put
something aside for the future.

I wouldn't have thought being married to James
winslow you'd have any financial worries.

James made it perfectly clear that a man who
marries his mistress creates a job vacancy.

It seemed wise to
make my own provisions.

But your association with Mark slater
goes way back before your marriage.

And slater was suspected of illicit fossil
trading by Bernard Fletcher, ten years ago.

Were you involved in that scam?

No.

No, you've got
this totally wrong.

Have we? You were at the
museum the night Fletcher died.

I don't know anything
about Fletcher's death.

And what would Mark slater know
about it? You'd have to ask him.

Oh, we were about to
when he disappeared.

Which leaves you, as his
accomplice, carrying the can.

Here we go.

Finance! My favourite.

There we go. Customer accounts.

Let's see how much business
Sarah was really doing.

Cos I reckon it was just a cover for
a nice little game of hide the fossil.

Right, here we go, in the financial
year ending 31st march, 2010,

she spent 38,500.

Stroll on!

2009 - 42,000.

Gordon Bennett!

Sarah winslow's coughed to being
involved in a fossil scam with Mark slater,

but denying any knowledge
of Fletcher's death.

Much on slater's computer?

Shedloads. We've hardly
scratched the surface.

Just listen how much Sarah's been
spending with slater over the years.

Another one, 2008 - 35,700.

Blimey, she must own
the business at that rate!

How far does this go back?

Well, she opened her
customer account in 2002.

She spent 38,500
that financial year.

Maybe she just likes spending her old man's
money, it has been known. But hang on...

If you compare
like for like items,

Sarah's paying 50% to 70%
to more than other customers.

And she's no mug. There
must be a scam on here.

But it can't be the same scam she's running
with slater, it's the wrong way round.

She's smuggling stuff out of China,
he sells it on, he should be paying her.

Yeah.

Weird.

I don't know why you
want me involved in this.

Cos you're an upstanding,
honest citizen, and Jane knows that.

She'd think it was really iffy
if I'd pitched up on my own.

Yeah, well...

You know what?
I think she's away.

Good, can I go home, then?

No, no, Brian. Look.

No-one ever stopped us getting into a target
premises when we were in the job, did they?

Does she know you've got a key?

Well, put it this way, I've
never told her I haven't.

You can't walk into someone's house
when they're away in the middle of night!

It's better than in
daylight, isn't it?

This is illegal entry!

All my wives have said that
to me at one time or another!

Now get in here,
you look suspicious.

You really made a
mess of the Fletcher case.

I thought you were
on my side, Jack!

If the original inquiry had
known it could have been murder,

and what the time of death was,

they might have cleared the whole
thing up when the trail was fresh.

After all these years, we may
never be able to prove anything!

I didn't do the
postmortem on Fletcher.

What?

Truth is, ten years back, I
was hitting the bottle so hard,

I could hardly walk
in a straight line,

let alone make an incision.

I left it to one
of my students...

..And gave him a wad of
cash to write the reports.

And to keep his
mouth shut, no doubt.

Why can't we have the lights on?

Same reason why
we're whispering.

I don't like this at all.

Just keep looking.

Ow!

What? What the
bloody hell's that?

That's it! What, that?

Yeah, brilliant.

It don't look like much.

No, I don't suppose those things in slater's shop look
like much before they were cleaned up and polished.

Put the lights on, Brian.

Why?

Oh.

Either of you two the householder?
Not really. Is there a problem?

Report of two men
seen entering the house.

Householder's on holiday,
apparently. So you are?

Gerry standing. Brian Lane.

Civilian investigators
with ucos.

So you're saying you're
here on police business?

We, erm... No, no,
no, we're just, erm...

House sitting,
actually. The ex-wife...

Likes us to look in every couple
of days to see everything's all right.

Got to help each other
nowadays, haven't you?

It's the big society,
isn't it? Yeah, massive.

I'll want your addresses.

Certainly, officer.
Come on, then.

Let's get it all locked
up, nice, safe and secure.

There you go, job
done, no suspects on!

You've been a very good customer of Mark
slater's over the years, haven't you, Sarah?

We like fossil decor.

And my husband's encouraged
me to buy for his corporate hq.

It's in line with
their branding.

In fact, you've been
slater's best customer.

Since he set up in business in 2002
you've put a cool half million his way.

If you say so.

My motto is, if you have to
ask the price, you can't afford it.

Still, you must have some
concern about value for money.

And you also must know you've
been paying way, way over the odds.

Paying top dollar
isn't a crime, is it?

No, but money-laundering is.

And that's what this looks like.

A means to pay slater for services
far beyond supplying fossils.

So what was slater really
being paid for, Sarah?

Bernard Fletcher died in 2001,

the following year the
serious money began to flow.

Slater was being paid to keep quiet about the
circumstances of Fletcher's death, wasn't he?

It's nothing to do with me!

It's your money.

It's my husband's money.

James is responsible for
any money paid to Mark.

James wanted me to source
fossils from Mark slater.

He assured me that slater
would suggest an acceptable price.

That's all I know.

And you never queried that?

I was strongly discouraged.

By James and by Mark.

This is Tiffany Hayes,
our in-house counsel.

My client would like
it placed on record

he has gone out of his way to
co-operate with your inquiries,

despite the fact that no
evidence has been put to him

indicating his involvement
in any illegal activities.

Is it true you asked Michael ratcliffe
to watch Mark slater's premises?

Yes.

I wanted to know if my wife
and slater were having an affair.

Your wife has been making some very generous
payments to slater, isn't that right?

My wife has an irresponsible
attitude to money.

You've been paying slater off since
Fletcher's death, haven't you? No.

Our information
is that you have.

You're asking my client to comment
on slanderous hearsay from his wife,

who is unstable and
has a drink problem.

That's unreasonable.

Nevertheless, we would
like him to make a comment.

I have no interest in the circumstances
of Bernard Fletcher's death.

You've failed to establish that he
had any relationship with my company.

You're just speculating, without
offering a shred of evidence.

Bernard Fletcher sent you this
e-mail some months before he died.

Where did you get this?

That's not the issue.

We've been talking to
your technical people.

And they said the
attachments are micrographs,

pictures taken on a
scanning electron microscope.

What are they pictures of?

Foraminifera. A
form of microfossil.

According to your
earth sciences people,

they've undergone a process
of discolouration and deformation

due to heating,
during their history.

Now we're told that this indicates
the possibility of oil deposits.

So why was Fletcher
sending them to you?

You know Bernard
had done research

in what was then Soviet
Central Asia in the 1980s?

This is before he switched
his interest to fossil birds.

He revisited Central
Asia in the late '90s.

By that time the local states had become
independent of the former Soviet union.

In the area where he had
done his original research,

vast tracts of land
were being acquired

by a variety of
western companies,

talking about speculative resort
complexes and holiday home developments.

Is that where you'd
go on holiday?

Well, if you're interested in natural beauty,
wetlands, wildlife, particularly birds.

Sounds very nice.

When Bernard came back,

he re-examined his old microfossil
findings using more modern techniques,

and saw clear evidence indicating the
presence of substantial oil and gas deposits.

He believed an oil company was buying the land,
acting through proxies to keep the price down.

What oil company?

He didn't know, he
was still trying to find out.

He sent me this as a campaign
to persuade me the museum

should drop its associations with oil
companies as a matter of principle.

And what was your response?

Sponsorship is our lifeblood.

I believed it would be
catastrophic for the museum.

I told Bernard he would have to make a much stronger
case before I could consider supporting him.

Basically, you
kicked it into touch.

And then Fletcher was killed.

Well, in an accident. That's
what we were led to believe.

Fletcher eventually works out who the
oil company is that's buying up the land.

Mondial fuel! It's got to be!

Slater's into
Fletcher's e-mails.

He's got it in for Fletcher
because he nicked his bird

so he's trying to get
Fletcher the sack.

He grasses him
up to mondial fuel.

Fletcher's killed, slater gets
paid off! It all adds up to me.

Great story. Brilliant work. Sorry to have
to rain on your parade. That's all it is.

It's just a story,
it's not a case.

It doesn't gives us who killed Fletcher,
which is what we're investigating, remember?

Without slater, we're
cattle. No sightings, then?

His description's been circulated,
he's on all the watch lists.

No sightings, no withdrawals from
his bank, no calls from his mobile.

Well, he's somewhere,
isn't he? I don't know.

Maybe mondial fuel caught up with him and knocked
him off. Solves a problem, and saves money.

Maybe somebody's
looking after him.

Who? Sarah winslow's showing no signs
of sticking her neck out for him, is she?

Marie? Marie?

Marie's been covering up for him for
ten years, she could be doing it now.

She's got a husband and two
kids. What'll she say to them,

"this guy's my old boyfriend, he's
coming to live in the basement"?

No, she wouldn't do that.
Course not! Not in her basement.

What do you mean?

Barry!

Can't talk now,
lads. I'm on duty.

Your duty is to assist the
police with their enquiries.

So when Mark slater worked here,

was he one of the people who dossed in the
basement when he was having domestic troubles?

Well, I can't recall
off-hand. What's this?

Mind if we have a look?

Packed lunch.

You're a pub lunch man.
I should know, I paid!

I'm economising.

I think Mark slater's hiding out here
somewhere. You're looking after him.

You're talking bollocks! No, Barry, we're talking
wasting police time, obstructing an investigation.

Conspiracy? Always my favourite.

Bloody hell! Where is he, Barry?

Blimey.

Mark?

It's only me.

Brian.

He's definitely in
here somewhere.

Mark?

Mark! Brian!

Come on, son.

We need to talk to you.

Strike!

You told winslow that Fletcher was on to
what mondial fuel were doing, didn't you?

Yes.

And then you
killed him for them,

and winslow's been paying
you off ever since, isn't that right?

No. I didn't know anything about
the killing until it had happened. Ok.

So what's your
version of events?

Winslow asked me for a duplicate key
for the backstage area, which I supplied.

So he could kill Fletcher?

We thought Bernard would
be out the way, at the dinner.

Winslow trained as a geologist. He wanted to see
what Bernard had found out. Next thing I knew,

Bernard was dead. There
was nothing I could do about it.

Well, you did a little
bit more than nothing.

You became an accessory.

You dealt with the
murder weapon, didn't you?

He asked me to get rid
of it, and I said I would.

But you can't just walk out the
museum with an item like that.

The best I could do was
switch round the labels.

And winslow's been
paying you off ever since?

Yes.

We have method,
motive and opportunity.

James winslow, I'm
arresting you on...

Before you go any further I believe mr
ratcliffe would like to make a statement.

I killed Bernard Fletcher.

But you weren't even there!

Fletcher was conducting a
campaign of industrial espionage

and subversion
against my company.

James winslow provided me with a key to the
museum's backstage area, where I hid during the day.

That evening, when
Fletcher was at the dinner,

I accessed his office to search for and destroy
materials assembled by Fletcher to damage mondial fuel.

I was interrupted by
Fletcher, who assaulted me.

In fear of my life, and
acting in self defence

I struck him with a fossil
bone I found on his bench.

I moved the body to
the dinosaur gallery,

and I left the museum
via the rear staff entrance.

I don't believe a word of this.

Winslow's offered you a massive
bung to take the rap, hasn't he?

Could you do me a favour, Madeleine,
and give me your expert view on this?

I'm not giving the museum
first refusal, you understand?

I want to see what my options
are like on the open market first.

But he'd like to
know what it is.

You see, my guess would be

some kind of
primitive echinoderm.

You know, like your
modern sea cucumber.

Yes, I can see where you're
coming from, but, no, it's not that.

But it is a fossil?

Yes. It's coprolite.

Is it? Coprolite.

I own a coprolite!

So, between ourselves,

could you give me a rough ball-park
figure of what I might hope to get for it?

Someone with a scatological sense of humour might offer
you a few quid to have it as a conversation piece.

A few quid? But it's
thousands of years old!

Oh, yes, it's old, all right.
But not all that uncommon.

Coprolite is
fossilised animal dung.

Shit.

Precisely.

Well, I don't want it.

♪ It's all right, it's ok

♪ doesn't really matter
if you're old and grey

♪ it's all right, I say it's ok

♪ listen to what I say

♪ it's all right, doing fine

♪ doesn't really matter
if the sun don't shine

♪ it's all right, I say it's ok

♪ we're gettin' to
the end of the day. ♪

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