(uplifting music) (people chattering happily) (woman laughing) -Some champagne?

-Thank you.

Some champagne?

Thank you.

Laurence.

You know, I just wanted to say I would be nothing without you.

(laughs) Absolute nonsense.

Look at this.

What a show.

It's the Vikings.

It's like catnip.

-Vikings?

Half these females don't know whether to mother you or to... It's near...nearly time.

-(laughs) -Samuel.

Proud of you.

(whispers) (laughs) (sinister music) The press.

You're rumpled.

I hope they're ready for this.

(dramatic music crescendo) And, um, thank you for lunch.

It was a lovely surprise.

-Too much of a surprise?

-Um, no, I'm... I'm okay with semi-spontaneous.

Ah, you'd rather have warning, though.

Well... I'll get the plan for the week drafted.

Yes!

Well, yeah, that'd be amazing.

(chuckles) (romantic music) Get a room, you two.

It's alright.

She's only joking.

Ah... -See you.

-Yeah.

Ah...mm... (people chattering) (room falls silent) A Viking poet... once said... 'Let no man carve runes to cast a spell save first he learn to read them well.'

So, what does it mean to read the runes?

The Vikings, they left records everywhere they went, carved into sticks, carved into stones.

They left records of the people... the places... (sinister music) and the event... uh... uh... Sorry.

Um... they shaped our world.

(whooshing) These, uh... uh... uh, these, uh... (eerie ringing) (whooshing intensifies) (crackling) No!

(crumbling) No!

Ah...argh!

(crowd gasping) Samuel?!

What?

Samuel?!

(dramatic music) (intro music) (officers chattering) (police radio bleeps) Jake: Overdose?

Witnesses say he might have been intoxicated.

Uh, prefer to wait for the toxicology report before speculating.

-Fair, DS Hunter.

Some kind of seizure would explain the angle at which he fell.

There's a video of his collapse online.

Oh, God.

People don't waste time, do they?

Mm.

He looks drugged to me.

Speculation or experience?

Actually, I've never even inhaled.

Hmm.

(laughs) God.

Rockstar archaeologist gone viral.

Have a look at what's on the menu, will you?

We gonna have lunch here?

See what he last ate.

Right.

I'll bring you back a doggy bag.

-No, thank you.

-(chuckles) Mm.

'A dedication to Ragnall Guthfrithson.'

(whispers) Ragnall Guthfrithson.

I know that name.

10th century Viking ruler of Yorkshire.

Very good.

A star in history, I assume.

Yes.

Wish I'd paid more attention.

Too busy flirting with Jason Pullinger behind the bike sheds.

Okay.

This rune was in the news a year ago.

It was found in Norway with a connection to the Viking ruler.

Oh, do people still use shorthand?

That's retro.

Who on earth can read that?

I can read shorthand.

Of course.

Do you read Old Norse too?

No.

(mysterious music) Well, see here it says... it says rune is forged.

Uh, Mr.

Croft led the Jarlsberg dig last year, yeah.

That was a significant find for the university, wasn't it?

Oh, it was quite something, yeah.

What was Samuel Henry's interest in this rune stone?

Oh, I'm not sure.

You'll have to ask Mr.

Croft.

Poor man.

He'll be in bits.

Him and Samuel were such good friends.

Did you know Samuel Henry well?

Yeah.

From when he was a student here.

Such a lovely boy.

I can't believe it.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Yeah.

Um, this is, uh, Mr.

Croft's office.

Um, Laurence... uh, sorry to disturb.

It, it's the police.

Go.

(mysterious music) Brilliant student, Samuel.

You were his tutor?

Originally, yeah.

He could sometimes lack discipline, but, uh... but quite brilliant.

-Lack discipline how?

Oh, young guy, colorful background.

Unorthodox.

(sighs heavily) Impossible that he's simply... gone.

Such a life force.

Such a... such an energy.

May I?

Mm.

And you've no idea why he was displaying the rune from your dig?

We shared ideas freely, and... Samuel wrote a very... original paper on runic code.

Samuel Henry was at the Norway dig?

Took a keen interest in my work.

Thirst for knowledge.

His talk today seems to have drawn a crowd.

Samuel's always been excellent at generating interest, an asset to the university.

Far better for publicity than me.

Well, you did publish your findings about the Norway dig though, didn't you?

-In my book?

-Yes.

For my sins, yeah.

Here.

Have a copy.

Uh... Here, this one's actually signed.

And Samuel never mentioned forgery to you?

Forgery?

No.

Of what?

The rune stone.

(mysterious music) Not to blow my own trumpet here, but... according to the Valhalla Times, I am one of the most eminent Viking scholars in the country.

If that rune was forged, I would know.

A waiter said that a woman ordered Samuel Henry a lime and soda before his talk.

-Alright, well, there were a lot of women there.

Yeah.

Dark hair, 30s, works at a uni.

What's that?

Oh, kitchen staff made me a bacon and avocado sandwich while I was down there.

-Ooh.

Did you get us all one?

-What?

-Oh.

Teamwork makes the dream work.

Mm.

I love bacon and avocado.

(lights clanking) (light music) Sorry, what are you doing?

Don't...please don't film me.

You look so good on camera.

Seven seconds of you looking super smart with your files, pop on a snappy caption, a trending sound.

-No, I don't think so.

I'm working.

-I've cleared it with Baxter.

We need to snare a younger demographic.

Okay.

Well, no one's gonna watch it.

And I just need to get back.

Just let me grab some footage.

We'll try a couple.

Experiment.

-Oh.

Please?

You only have to be you.

Just Patience.

I'll do everything else.

(sighs resignedly) Well, you'll be lucky if anyone watches it.

Don't underestimate yourself.

(dramatic music) We have signs of coronary vasospasm, most commonly caused by... High blood pressure... stress, recreational drug use.

Correct.

There was also an SSRI in his system.

Oh, his GP had prescribed an antidepressant for anxiety and depression.

Right.

Okay.

So, with the... with the MDMA, possible serotonin syndrome?

-I'd say yes.

-Could someone have spiked him?

Maybe.

But, uh...serotonin syndrome is hardly the most reliable way to murder someone.

Could it really have been an accident?

You know, with his recreationals and that?

Yeah.

I mean, getting off your face before a major talk, are you buying that?

-No.

Well, maybe someone was trying to discredit him.

Yeah, they'd have to know Samuel was about to declare a forgery.

-Mm.

-Hey, Patience.

-Hi.

-Hey.

Elliot.

Um... you didn't send me your plan.

Uh, the what?

The week's schedule.

Oh... you don't mean, what, like a spreadsheet, do you?

-Um, no, I wasn't.

It doesn't... -Oh.

No, it's...I'm sorry.

I'll just...it doesn't matter.

-Patience.

-Bye.

(dramatic music) (laughs) Lovely place.

Do you mind if I...?

Thank you, Natalie.

So, (sighs) you and Samuel were a couple?

Over the last couple of years, we were a bit, um... on and off.

And can I ask who broke the relationship off?

Samuel.

Five months ago.

What was Samuel's mental health like generally?

I guess, um... up and down.

When he was on form, he was amazing.

But...he could get kind of, um... dark, I suppose.

A bit, um...a bit paranoid.

He'd withdrawn from everyone the last couple of months.

And was there any rivalry between Laurence Croft and Samuel?

With Laurence?

No.

I mean, not really.

They went way back.

Like former student, you know, rising star in the field.

What?

No...no competition at all?

(scoffs) I mean, if there was, it was all banter.

(suspenseful music) Oh, yeah.

And before the talk, did you get, um, Samuel a drink from the bar?

Oh, yeah.

Um... a lime and soda.

You're not saying there was something in that drink?

(car door closes) Yeah.

She's holding something back.

Patience: Look.

Oh.

Where are you off to?

(sinister music) Let's find out, shall we?

(high tempo music) (car door closes) Laurence.

Oh, hello again, Laurence.

(arguing) (suspenseful music) He is not a happy bunny.

No.

(door closes) (office chatter) Two journalists received an anonymous tip off before the Viking talk.

About a forgery?

Only that Samuel Henry was about to reveal unlawful acts in the archeology department.

That sounds dirtier than runes.

Right?

And one of them contacted Croft for a comment.

Oh, so, he did have a heads up.

Mm.

That's what I'm saying.

(up tempo music) That was quick.

(arguing continues) Oh, he's got his knickers in a twist.

Is he threatening her?

(car door closes) I don't know.

(dramatic music fades in) Right, so whoever this man is, he leaves just after Samuel dies.

Right.

And that's... that's all we've got?

Up until now I haven't been able to find the tweed guy on the uni CCTV.

Right.

Unless he came in by another entrance.

Already on it.

In Lawrence's book, look.

That's the same sleeve.

Yeah.

There's a lot of tweed in the world of archeology.

Yeah, but it's the same pattern.

Yeah.

Yeah.

It might be... might be something.

But if the rune is forged, then Lawrence Croft has prime motivation.

Okay.

Vikings gave credit where credit was due... uh...rune stones... inform who... yeah, who commissioned them?

(laughs) (coughing) (sinister music) A rare opportunity to examine the Jarlsberg stone in person.

Yeah.

A shame.

It's under these circumstances.

A tragedy, obviously.

However... I read, of course, with interest about the rune writer's signature... (coughing) (high tempo music) (wheezing) Common in room stones, of course.

This one displaying some ego.

I, uh, think you're gonna have to translate that for us, Professor.

-Of course.

It reads, 'These runes are written by the most skilled rune writer west of the sea.'

(gasping) Professor Rathbone, could this stone be forged?

Genuine rune stones have an even patina.

Yes.

That's a natural discoloration, right?

Correct, my dear.

A discoloration across the stone's surface.

(gasping) ...and within the incised runes.

(gasping) (high tempo music intensifies) (screams) Surely not.

This is unbelievable.

This rune stone is not from the Viking age.

(siren blaring) (police radio chatter) (gentle music) Patience.

Hi.

Are you okay?

I...feel like things went funny between us.

It's fine.

Honestly.

-Are you sure?

-Yeah.

Witnesses say they heard shouting coming from the office.

I can't talk.

Okay.

(DI Monroe chattering) (camera clicking) (police radio bleeps, chatter) (mysterious music) He was searching for something.

What do you think those numbers are?

I...I don't know.

Had you seen Mr.

Croft today prior to discovering his body in his office?

Uh, earlier today, yeah.

Mm.

How did he seem?

Uh, not himself.

He...he kept saying he was sorry.

And I thought, uh, the grief over Samuel, and I...I...I told staff I was worried.

I...I didn't think he should be at work today.

Um, Cathy, sorry.

Do these numbers mean anything to you?

No.

(mysterious music) Thank you.

(people chattering) (vehicle motor starts) (dark music) Cathy Wilkes, she's too damn devoted, and with easy access to Samuel and Croft.

Yeah, but I, I mean, what would be her motive?

Well, I can't see one yet, unless she's mixed up with the forgery.

Have you checked her record?

Well, I've...yeah, I've checked.

There's...there's nothing.

We have Natalie, arguing with Laurence Croft the day before he dropped dead.

-Yeah.

-Oh, hi, Elliot.

-Hi.

(playful music) -Oh.

-Hi.

It's...three's a crowd.

Uh...I...I'll...I can... Uh, can we meet tonight?

I might have put my foot in it earlier.

I didn't... I didn't think you really meant that about the plan thing.

It doesn't matter.

It's not a big deal.

No, I...I don't want it to be weird between us.

Um...well, I've got group at seven for an hour, but, then maybe we could meet after that?

Yeah.

Sure.

8:04pm precisely.

What...what do you mean 8:04 precisely?

Oh, no...nothing, it's just...just a joke.

About what?

-About... -About me?

No, no, hey, no, no, no.

Not at all.

I...I... Do you think I'm uptight?

Patience, no.

Not in the slightest.

Okay, okay.

I just... -No, not at all.

-I'm gonna go.

Patience.

Oh!

I'm an idiot!

I'm an idiot.

You're not saying that I... did something to Laurence?

Uh, you told us that you ordered a drink for Samuel, and then you were seen entering Laurence Croft's house the day before he died.

Oh, my God.

You can't actually think I would...?

I loved Samuel.

And Laurence, he was a friend.

Does the lady protest too much?

We need to understand what happened.

I told Laurence police were asking about the drink.

The drink you ordered for Samuel?

Yes, I ordered it.

But...Laurence took it off me to give to Samuel.

And why didn't you tell us this before?

I didn't really think that it was important.

Laurence wouldn't do anything to Samuel.

It doesn't make any sense.

And then Laurence got so mad at me.

(sighs) What do you know about a forgery?

A what?

Of the Jarlsberg runes.

Laurence's runes, are you serious?

Samuel never voiced suspicions after the dig?

No.

(mysterious music) Except I guess he did start acting... strange.

Like how?

He kept wanting me to drive him out to the middle of nowhere at night.

What?

To the same place?

Different places.

Sometimes the moors.

Once to an industrial estate, we nearly got chased by some guard dog.

And Samuel never explained the reasons for these trips?

No.

Just said... 'It must be somewhere.'

Mm.

What was he referring to?

I thought Laurence was right.

Samuel was, you know... taking too many drugs, losing it.

What was Samuel looking for?

(up tempo music) I mean, it just...it...it didn't seem important to Elliot, so, I don't understand why it's gotten to me.

You asked for a plan.

You got shot down for it.

You said Elliot apologized.

Yeah.

Yeah.

But then he said at 8:04 precisely, and then started laughing.

Yeah, it's proper punching down.

-Come on.

I wouldn't be with someone who mocked me like that.

Let's just be careful, yeah, of offering opinions.

We weren't there.

But he's asking Patience to be someone she's not.

No.

No.

He's usually really...kind.

I mean, he came with me to my mom's old house.

Well, I guess it's...it's, it's just about being upfront with what we want in relationships.

Yeah.

Like honesty and openness from the start.

Patience was honest.

Look how he reacted.

-Yeah.

-But misunderstanding.

It happens.

-Look, look.

Do you know what Elliot needs from the relationship?

Who cares?

Well, it might be worth getting some clarity.

Yeah?

Anyway, does anyone else have anything they'd like to (soft music) Anyway... Does anyone else have anything you want to add?

Man: Well, I was thinking from last week... So, Samuel Henry's about to announce the forgery.

Croft gets wind of it from a journalist and drugs Henry in order to discredit him.

Hm-mm.

Yeah.

After gaslighting Natalie Forster that Henry was losing his mind.

Who killed Croft?

Maybe he couldn't live with himself?

Suicide?

He was trying to get help.

I found Patience's tweed guy.

Ah.

Crossing the university's staff car park.

It's not clear, but... -Is this guy staff?

No matches on uni records, and no more images around campus.

Yeah.

Well, he could be implicated in the murder.

Mm.

Serial killer in tweed.

Mm.

Check the surroundings.

See if you can find a vehicle.

Oh, this case is doing my head in.

I just thought you were laughing at me.

Stupid joke.

Not even funny.

Just came out of my mouth before I thought.

But your plan thing, I...I do.

I...I get it.

I just like to know what's happening.

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

Patience.

It just felt weird the way you took it so hard.

-What do you mean weird?

-I...I...I didn't mean that you're weird.

I just... I keep saying the wrong thing.

What can I do to make it up to you?

Well, I mean, you can read this.

It's... It's the first draft, obviously.

-Of?

Well, it's like a... like a contract.

And it's not final, so I can change things and, you know, edit stuff.

So... -Okay.

Yeah.

I just think it will be good if we're clear on what I need from a relationship.

(birds singing) (sighs) There's...there's a lot of detail.

Yes.

Well, thanks.

(chuckles) I mean, it's not just about me, obviously.

It's just, I think it would be good to understand what we both need from a relationship.

And, and then maybe you could give me yours tomorrow, and you can... -Patience, can we... can we talk about this?

Oh, we...we've just talked about it.

I mean...I mean, does it have to be so formal?

It, like, so, kind of, you know, black and white.

Yeah.

I shouldn't have given you that.

Uh, you should.

It felt strange for a moment, but it's...it's okay.

Yeah, well... it would be strange to you, wouldn't it?

I was just surprised.

(dramatic music) Do you think maybe we're too different?

Of course not, Patience.

'Cause...'cause I...I can't... I can't be with someone that wants me to be something that I'm not.

I don't want you to be... (crow cawing) What do you mean?

-Just... I don't think this is gonna work.

What?

You're breaking up with me?

Yeah.

I think I have to.

-No.

Patience, I... -Sorry.

Patience, I don't... I don't understand.

(footsteps running) (melancholic music) She's got 10,000 views and rising.

She's doing better than this entire department put together.

Cracking crimes police can't.

A young woman outsmarting detectives.

And we're happy with that message?

Aren't you proud of her?

All that profile raising, and we only had to put Patience out there.

(police radio chatter) (siren blaring) (melancholic music continues) (door slams) (keys jangle) Hello?

Not with Elliot this evening?

Nope.

Plans change apparently.

What's up?

Patience?

We just broke up.

I must have known you'd be back, I made the sauce without onions.

I can eat onions.

Yeah, it's texture.

Yeah, I know.

See, that doesn't feel like you're making fun of me.

Sorry?

Because, well, you know me.

Look... relationships can be confusing to navigate, especially early on.

Yeah, it's easy for misunderstandings to arise in the heat of the moment.

Alex and Clara were right.

About what?

If someone doesn't accept you for who you are.

-That doesn't sound like Elliot.

-Yeah.

Well, you weren't there.

There can be lots of noise and opinions from others about what a relationship should be.

It's easier to find out sooner rather than later, though, isn't it?

Yeah, all I'm saying from my own experience is there isn't always a clear route through relationships.

It would be a lot easier if we did.

I was quite good at orienteering.

(clears throat) Could these numbers be coordinates?

-Not enough digits.

-No.

There are three numbers missing, and it's not in the right format, but... (keyboard tapping) S...so it could be somewhere east of York.

Yeah.

Or west of the sea.

(mysterious music) (siren wailing distantly) Ma'am?

Picked tweed guy up eventually.

Four streets away.

Mm.

The car's registered to a Brian Shepstone.

Right.

Who are you, Brian Shepstone?

(suspenseful music) (cat purring) (phone buzzes) (cat meows) (phone buzzes) (door slams) Yeah.

Let's sweep Croft's office.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Not like our headphones to be late.

Wow, you look...are you alright?

Yeah.

I just, um, I got locked into something.

So, we've got anaphylactic shock here.

Peanut allergen in the bloodstream.

-Oh.

-No evidence of food in his office.

Um... Okay, well, Lawrence, he liked to lick his fingers before he turned a page.

Yeah.

So, maybe something on his desk.

Yeah.

Or, or his notes.

His GP had prescribed an auto-injector for allergies.

Right.

(mysterious music) His bag.

That's what he was looking for.

So... we need to drive to these coordinates.

It could be a lead.

So.

Yeah.

This might be too personal.

But have you been to bed yet?

Boss.

What, I'm not, I'm not asking about her love life.

-No, I just...it's just... -It's, it's fine, it's fine, it's fine, it's fine.

Me and Elliot broke up last night, but it's fine.

We're both fine.

It was because, you know, it won't affect our work and we're both professionals and it's not awkward...so, well, it was actually for the best.

(clears throat) Hi.

(dramatic music) Well, thank you.

That's, yeah, good to know.

Yeah.

(clears throat) Yeah, I mean, I think it's not the message we're going for.

-Oh?

-Look, I just think we can do better for your Insta.

Um, why don't you stand over there?

-What?

-I can take one now.

-Now?

-Yeah.

Get it done with.

(camera clicks) Hang on.

Hang on.

Isn't...isn't that a bit low?

No, no, it's perfect.

Huh?

Oh.

Yeah, that's...yeah, I look quite tall.

And then stick a filter on.

Ah, now that is clever.

(chuckles) (suspenseful music) Professor Rathbone talked about the ego of our rune writer.

So, if Croft commissioned Brian Shepstone, who majored in sculpture at art school.

Brian couldn't resist leaving a clue.

I mean, the most skilled rune writer west of the sea.

There's a lot of land west of the sea.

Well, no, I was trying different combinations of coordinates last night.

(sighs) I mean, remembered Natalie said that Samuel kept wanting to drive to an industrial estate.

So... Hm.

Are you sure this is a place, headphones?

Yeah, I think so.

Yes.

Yes.

Look.

That's the camper van from the photo on Cathy's desk.

(suspenseful music) (chain clinks) Croft made substantial payments to an offshore account before the Jarlsberg dig.

I've been trying to trace it.

30k from Croft to an account in the name of Cathy Wilkes, his secretary.

Let DI Monroe know.

We've got to find her.

(chain clanking) (gate squeaks) (suspenseful music continues) (phone buzzes) (sighs) Mild mannered Cathy Wilkes, she's married to Brian Shepstone.

(suspenseful music intensifies) -Have you seen Cathy Wilkes?

-No.

-No?

Alright.

-No.

Is this supposed to be a Hepworth?

-(laughs) -Don't move.

Oh, no.

I was just going to say, um, please, it'll be a Moore.

So, not a bad guess, officer.

Thank you.

Quite the cottage industry you've got here.

I'll take that as a compliment.

Brian, how many rune stones are out in the world?

Well, maybe none.

Or maybe... Steady.

...there's many with lofty words written about 'em, pored over in museums.

So, why do you do it?

It's my gift to the world.

Why not make your own art then?

Ha.

Uh, no one wanted it.

But they paid for the fakes.

Nice to have a proxy in the archeology department.

She had nothing to do with the rune.

No, that's not true.

Cathy was the link between you and Laurence, and now two men are dead.

(dog barks) Sit!

Let's go, Brian.

Now!

Let's go!

Come on!

Yeah, just nice and calm.

I don't fancy our chances.

it's okay.

-What are you doing, headphones?

-It's okay.

Trust me.

-No, don't do it.

-Trust me.

Hi.

Shh.

It's okay.

It's fine.

Look.

Go.

-You sure?

Yes.

Hey!

Oh!

(high tempo music) It's the end of the road, duck.

We should have left as soon as Samuel...I told you.

What about Samuel?

I said to Laurence, whatever happened, you can't have meant to... Is there something you're not telling me?

Come on, out back.

Right, Cathy, how much did Laurence pay for the forgery?

Well, our pensions were hardly gonna cut it.

Forensics also found traces of peanut flour on Laurence Croft's notes.

And on your desk, Cathy.

(dramatic music) Peanut flour.

Ingenious.

You don't think... (laughs)... Cathy's the kindest.

She wouldn't hurt a fly.

Are you really this naive, Brian?

It's tragic about Laurence, but an allergic reaction.

You didn't.

Tell them.

I didn't mean for this to happen.

(poignant music) Laurence didn't mean to kill Samuel.

Laurence?

He did what?

It was an accident, to discredit him.

The drugs.

But when I confronted him, he said he was gonna blame Samuel's death on us.

Laurence was... was threatening you?

I didn't know what to do.

(door opens) I was only going to scare him.

But then... all I could think about was you, Brian.

You're confused.

It's the shock.

I'm sorry.

Why didn't you say anything?

Cathy, why didn't you tell me?

Because... (crying) The words wouldn't come.

Cathy Wilkes, I'm arresting you for the murder of Laurence Croft.

-No.

-Murder?

No.

You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defense if you do not mention something which you later rely on in court.

(poignant music) (Cathy crying) (police radio chatter) Quite the love story.

(car doors close, engine starts) Yeah.

Never underestimate the male ego, or a mature woman with everything to lose.

You excelled yourself today, headphones.

Living up to her online handle.

Oh no, have you seen that?

-Yeah, we all have.

Yeah.

-(laughs) Hashtag Patience Cracks Crimes.

I get hourly updates on your views from Zinzi.

Well, that's nothing to do with me.

That's all Zinzi, though.

Right, what have we learned today about women hiding their smarts?

Take the compliment.

-Okay.

Well, thank you.

I don't really think a seven second video represents my abilities, but... I stand corrected.

It doesn't.

You're right.

(soft music) (key card bleeps) Are you sure you're okay about Elliot?

Uh, yeah, but it's fine.

I mean, it wasn't gonna work anyway, and we're better off as friends and colleagues, so... Yeah?

Yeah.

I mean, I've got to be free to be myself.

Are you two coming or what?

I'm starving.

Yeah.

(poignant music) (key card bleeps)