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HE COUGHS

HE COUGHS

BELL RINGS Are you all right?

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.

PHONE RINGS

DS Jake Hunter.

Uh, ma'am?

You might want this.

The 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, haemorrhagic 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.

I thought it might come in handy.

PHONE CHIRPS

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.

The test for TB was negative. What about the blood on his shirt?

It's not human - bovine, I think.

Did you test for zoonotic infections?

I was just in the process.

Hmm, 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.

The test results aren't back yet.

I need you to do some digging. All right.

Ma'am? You might want to see this.

Uh...

It's...pretty grim.

I did try and warn her.

She's an animal lover.

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. There's only one slaughterhouse in the area.

Do you still know that guy in the Animal and Plant Health Agency?

Who, 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.

Are they your premises? Looks like it.

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

You try handling half tonne 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... An employee of yours?

Hutton - Wes Hutton.

Has he worked for you long?

Months 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 passport and social security numbers

that the slaughterhouse manager gave us for Wes Hutton,

I think they might be nicked.

Someone called Wesley James Hutton

reported his wallet stolen on his trip up here from Portsmouth

to see his daughter at 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 t'same video, just with fancy titles.

He uploaded it before he died.

I don't think so, ma'am, it was posted just now

by a group calling themselves the Climate Defence 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 all right?

Yeah.

I think it's something I ate.

Either that or I'm perimenopausal.

You were saying? Yeah, uh, if his DNA's not in the database,

we can't ID him from his teeth. PHONE CHIMES

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 OK?

Not you as well.

Do you need a minute?

No.

What have you got?

Right, the Climate Defence Force

style themselves as a civil resistance group,

but the Home Office call them terrorists,

and they've added them to the proscribed organisations list.

Oh, that's major league.

Yeah, they've abandoned nonviolent protest

in favour 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?

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 counterterrorism.

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's not going to 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 given my word

you're going to 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.

KNOCKING

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 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 authorised to.

I'm off the case.

Thanks to Zara Blackwood, the bitch. Is there any way you can...

..bend the rules? N...

Ah, 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.

PHONE CHIRPS

Patience?

What... What time, is it?

No, no, it's OK, it's OK.

I thought you weren't authorised 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.

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,

but his remains were never recovered.

How do you know?

Well, his mother insisted on filing a missing persons report.

I tracked down the CPS submission,

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

but it cites, "public disclosure of this information

"could jeopardise current and future operations,

"place individuals at risk of harm or retribution."

Counterterrorism must have been investigating

the Climate Defence Force at the time of the attack.

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

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.

No, there is more, Detective Bea.

This is an intake log from the secure evidence unit.

412g of hazardous bioagent

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.

BUZZER

Do you recognise 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 going to 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.

SHE GAGS

JEAN GASPS

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 going to complain if we solve the case.

Look, the... the council finally came through.

Oh, with the name for the bus pass?

Yeah, 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.

Well, do you want me to meet you there?

LINE DEAD

SHE COUGHS

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.

THUD

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 gobsmacked 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.

SHE COUGHS

RUNNING WATER

Hey!

Agh!

Will!

Sir?

She may have had her phone on silent, sir.

Yeah, of course, I'll tell her.

Understood, sir.

HE CLEARS THROAT

How did he sound?

He, wants us in his office tomorrow morning, 9am sharp.

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

What are you doing? I just...

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 counterterrorist surveillance operation.

Did we capture your best side, Sam?

No comment. Take your time.

You're going to 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.

SHE COUGHS

Look, sir... Don't speak, just listen.

Now, considering the part you played in the arrest of Sam Fincher,

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.

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.

The arsonist that's been on the run since the Dalton fire? Correct.

We're working on the theory that 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 Fincher was a member of the Climate Defence 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 going to 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?

SHE RETCHES

So...

Has anyone got anything they'd like to share?

Dev? PHONE RINGS

Uh, Patience?

Sorry, I...

It's no caller ID.

It might be important.

This is Patience Evans speaking.

Patience, it's Jake, DS Hunter.

All right, uh, Dev, I think you were going to 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.

Shouldn't you ask DCI Baxter? He's 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

the strain of anthrax that killed Roland Mitchell,

or whoever he is,

can't be spread through human contact?

Uh...

Maybe there was another mode of transmission on the bus?

That's what I need your help with.

Look, 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 do it, DS Hunter.

I owe you, big time.

I'm sending it over to you now, all right? OK.

He was...vaping?

I mean...

..that means that everyone on the bus is at risk of infection.

Oh, no, Detective Bea.

KNOCKING Bea? Bea!

Emergency, which service do you require?

Ambulance, please!

Bea?

Bea, it's Patience.

AMBULANCE SIREN

Any news?

I...

I don't understand, she...

..she used protection.

Lightweight masks are no guaranteed against Covid, DS Hunter,

let alone...anthrax bacteria.

We have to catch who did this to her.

Well...can you get hold of that vape?

You just let Blackwood try and stop me.

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 been reading this book and...

..well, 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, 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.

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.

It won't be the first thing to go missing from the evidence store.

Patience discovered that 412g of anthrax powder

was recovered on that raid at the CDF lab four years ago, right?

But according to my contact,

only 350g 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 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.

What?! We accessed the Dalton files.

Give me your warrant card. I warned you.

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

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.

All right. Two minutes.

All right.

Right, our victim, ID'ed 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 recognised by one of his counterterrorism 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 counterterrorism 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 recognise Tyler straight away from the surveillance photos?

No comment.

Uh, D–Detective Bea!

No, no, no, no touching, no touching, sorry.

Sorry.

I'm glad you're out 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 licence.

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

so they could go on working together at counterterrorism.

Why murder him, though?

Why not just have him arrested when she 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 her puzzle, Patience.

Alfie seems a lot calmer.

We've started him on medication, found him a new school as well.

What's this?

Oh, put that back, pup.

Oh, no, it's all right, 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.