Patience

"Toccata a Fugue" playing (organ music ends) (door opens) (suspenseful music) Professor Greville?

Are you alright?

I'm fine.

I'm going back to the faculty.

And don't just stand there, get back to rehearsal, you need it.

Like listening to a cat... vomiting.

(dark music) (organ playing) (distant bang) (dramatic music) Helen?

Helen!

Oh my God!

Oh my God.

Someone help, please!

Someone help!

(intro music) (dance music playing) (music stops abruptly) Woman: Okay, let's lunch.

That was good.

Bye.

Bye.

Hi.

Hello.

Uh, you look nice.

Thank you.

You look sweaty.

(laughs) Yeah, we were proper going for it.

Hey, you're Patience, right?

Yes.

Hello.

Er, Patience Evans.

Hello Patience Evans.

Ha, this is Violet, uh, Chuong and, uh, Rami.

Are you coming to the gig on Friday?

I'm...I didn't...I'm not ... It doesn't matter, it's just a...it's just in a crappy pub.

Oi, it's our only booking.

True.

Okay, let's shoot.

Have a nice lunch you two.

Bye.

See ya.

Sorry, gigs aren't really my thing.

No, no, I...don't worry, I...it's fine.

(soft music) So, um, lunch?

I wasn't sure what you'd fancy.

I...I booked us a place in the Shambles, I... (phone notification) Oh, you are kidding me.

W...w... (police radio chatter) I'm, uh, I'm really sorry about this.

We'll, um, we'll get lunch another time, yeah?

Yeah.

-Yeah.

Right, bye.

Bye.

Ah, Miss Evans.

You're here too.

Come on then.

Um... I'm not sure I'm supposed to be... here.

Well, that's a bust.

Sorry, I dragged you in for nothing.

Oh, nothing?

Yeah, it was an accident.

Clearly the woman tripped, fell, and fractured her occipital bone, she'd have died the minute she hit the ground.

The minute she hit the ground, are you sure?

Absolutely.

There's a temporal fracture at the base of her skull.

Look, there's, uh, bleeding from her ear.

N...no.

Sorry?

No, the bleeding wasn't from the fracture, that must have happened earlier.

What makes you think that?

Well, look, the blood on her left hand.

She wouldn't have been able to touch her ear if she died before the fall.

(mysterious music) Ah.

Interesting hypothesis.

(mysterious music intensifies) (CSI team chattering) (up tempo music) Sorry, I just, um, I've gotta go.

(footsteps running) (clears throat) So, what have we got here?

Well, uh, at, uh, first glance one might think it was an accident, but... another convincing possibility is that the victim was dead before the fall.

Can you think of anyone who might want to hurt Helen?

No one.

No, no, everyone liked her.

And you were both music students, yeah?

Nice place to practice.

A lot of the students rehearse here.

Especially when we've got a big concert or something.

Oh, Vanessa.

I am so sorry.

I would've come sooner, I got stuck at the doctor's.

DI Monroe, City of York Police, this is DS Hunter.

You are...?

Oh, uh, Bernie Hudson.

I'm Vanessa's pastoral supervisor.

And my unofficial therapist.

Can be tough on our students.

They work very hard.

Yeah, I guess it's pretty competitive.

Oh, it's not easy on these kids.

You have to really want it.

(background chatter) So, can you access it all here?

Yeah, I get all the rehearsal recordings.

So, what, you police?

That's where I work, yeah.

Got it.

Here we go.

(recording of organ music) Oh, yeah.

W...uh, uh, stop, can you... sorry, can you rewind that please?

Why?

Well, I heard...I heard some talking under the music.

(chuckles wryly) I don't think so.

(organ music continues) Yeah, there.

There, can you isolate that, please?

It's not easy, there are 42 mics.

I'll give it a go.

(dramatic music) (thunk) (whispers) Sorry.

I understand you have recordings of the students' organ rehearsals, yeah?

I'm DI Monroe, York City Police.

Yeah, I'm already working on it for your colleague.

What do you think you're doing, Evans?

I just...I thought I heard something odd on the recording.

How the hell do you hear that?

I mean, I have hyperacusis, so, sometimes I can hear things that others can't.

Right, what have you heard?

-Well, this.

(recording plays) -Greville: Get out Helen.

Do that again and I'll kill you!

That's John Greville.

Vanessa's professor?

Yeah.

What, he was there?

He was at the rehearsal?

It sounds like it.

That means he left the crime scene.

Wait, crime scene?

I thought this was an accident.

Um, I think we need to isolate every one of those mics from that recording.

What, there's more than one?

Yes.

41 more.

Right, well, better get on with it, then.

So, do you wanna tell me what you're doing here?

Um, yeah, I just...I wanted to help with the case.

How do you even know about the case?

Er, well, I've just come from there, but I was with Elliot Scott from Forensics when he got the call, 'cause we were supposed to go out for lunch.

Hang on, hang on.

(phone ringing) Got it, yep.

Jake: Apparently, this Professor's a real piece of work.

Yeah, so we hear.

Yeah.

(organ music playing) Jake: He's got hotshot reputation, loads of his students do really well, but he's also at the center of a bunch of bullying scandals.

Two formal complaints, both of them shelved, and the words 'egomaniac, narcissistic, psychopath' came up.

Sounds delightful.

Okay.

Good find.

Bring him in.

Yeah, and have a sniff around Helen Merchant's house, take Will.

See what you can turn up.

Right, will do.

(organ music playing) What you listening to?

Um, I asked for a copy of the rehearsal, 'cause there's something odd.

Yes, a woman died in the middle of it.

Nnn...no.

No.

That's not it.

Okay, what was it then?

So, what did you hear?

Oi, Headphones!

Headphones!

(sighs) We've had some super exciting ideas.

Not just for the city of York Police, but for you too.

Oh yeah?

We need to raise your profile online.

Get some clicks and likes.

Get you out there.

I...I'm not running for office, you know.

(office phone ringing) Well, okay.

I mean, the Chief Constable did seem to think it necessary, what with the recent survey results.

Well, responding to surveys is what police work is all about.

Yeah.

I get you.

It is annoying, isn't it?

Everyone's needing reassurance these days.

'How was your meal?

How was your delivery?'

But...we could use that to your advantage.

What do you mean?

In your case, we're thinking big old rebrand.

We think it'd really help if you came across as more... approachable.

And kind.

Fatherly.

(playful music) (bell tolls) (clacking) -Hi.

Hi.

Um, I've worked out the vampire number.

Oh, from the code your mom left?

Yeah, from the fang.

Uh, I've got it.

832...1... Yeah, um, but I don't actually understand what it means.

Looks like the old system.

The old system?

Yeah, criminal records, before they overhauled that whole thing before your time.

Really?

This is how the cases were numbered.

(dramatic music) You think that's an old file number?

Well, it's worth a shot.

Okay.

Maybe I can help?

Yes.

Yes, thank you, Mr.

Gilmour.

Why did you walk out of Vanessa's rehearsal early?

I wasn't feeling well.

Oh, I'm sorry, how are you now?

We can get you a glass of water.

I'm fine.

Must've come on quite quick.

You sounded fighting fit when you were threatening Helen.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

It's on the rehearsal tape.

Oh.

I was just telling her to clear off.

I'll say.

Look, the girl's weird.

Let alone a deeply mediocre student.

She was infatuated with Vanessa, always hanging around.

(door opens) Hello, Professor.

Tell me, how many black keys are there on a piano?

Is it counting you struggle with, or are you just color blind?

36.

Well, we've just been at Helen Merchant's and it turned out hers had... 37.

(click) Shall we have a look and see what's on this?

(dramatic music) (button clicks) Why should I listen to this ham fisted pedestrian crap?!

You're like a toddler having a tantrum.

I'm sorry professor Greville... 'Oh, I'm sorry Professor.'

Pathetic.

Get out.

You're not fit to be on this course.

Get out!

Good teachers, oh, they can change the world.

What you do is lazy, and cruel.

I get results.

Everybody knows that.

Ah, by treating them like crap.

By finding their passion and harnessing it.

And yes, it's tough.

(up tempo music) But if my students didn't want to work hard, they'd have done interactive media.

Oh, dunno, Prof, I think if someone had this kind of dirt on me, I'd wanna shut them up.

Oh, no, you've got me.

Look, all this proves is that Helen was obsessed with Vanessa.

That's... (Frankie's phone rings) Oh.

Parsons.

(door opens, closes) Oof.

When forensics calls you in an interview, that's usually not a good sign.

(clears throat) (door slams) Right, so, now it's not a murder?

Turns out it was a ruptured aneurism, that'll be why she fell.

Right, so she had a stroke?

Yes.

And it seems rare, but it seems that the blood in her ear is actually leakage from the brain, so... ...no murder, no murderer, I'm afraid.

Bollocks.

(exhales) (footsteps receding) (lift pings) (door squeaks open) (lights clanging) (mysterious music) This is an index of the old reference numbers, and the corresponding new ones.

Ah, there.

Well, it looks like it's been recategorized as folder C078469B.

Know where that is?

Sorry, silly question.

(suspenseful music) (light clanks) This is...an address in my mother's handwriting.

Your dad worked on this case.

Your mum must've slipped it in when he brought the notes home.

What do you wanna do?

I don't know.

Is... is it okay if I don't think about it right now?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Absolutely fine.

(poignant music) Auto voice: The number you have called cannot be reached at this time.

(beep) Where are you?

I've been waiting ten minutes.

I'm going inside.

(organ music plays) Oh, you're here!

Oh.

Aaargh!

Stop!

Please!

Stop.

Ugh.

Uh.

Uh.

(thump) (suspenseful music) (organ music playing) (light clanks) (door opens) (clears throat) Do you know those are coated in a layer of acrylamide?

When it mixes with the gastric juice it can become toxic.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, it can produce excessive sweating, affects the whole nervous system.

Anyway.

Um, so, can... (crinkling) you play the um, recording exactly 80505?

Please.

(button taps) (organ music playing) There.

(button taps) What?

The interference.

Can you play it again?

(buttons clack) (organ music playing) There.

(button clack) There's nothing there.

There is.

Well, I can't hear anything.

I can.

Well, I am an audio engineer, but whatever.

(button clacks) (organ music plays) There.

(phone buzzes) Oh.

DS Hunter?

(police radio chatter) -Someone's happy to see you.

What?

Well, he isn't checking me out, is he?

Um, yeah, Elliot and I went on a date.

Oh.

And will there be another one?

No.

I don't...I don't think so.

Oh, okay.

I just... I think I might be a bit boring for him.

(scoffs) You?

Boring?

Are you joking?

I mean, you surprise me every day.

Me?

Yeah.

Never know what you're about to do.

Really?

Yeah.

Why don't you...show him that side of you?

Surprise him.

Yeah.

Are you sure it's okay that I'm...?

Oh, yeah, she said you were useful with the recordings, so, I think it's fine, just relax.

Well, yeah, but she's not the easiest person to relax around.

Yeah, but she's just trying to prove herself.

She'll chill out.

But she doesn't need to prove herself.

I searched her up in the database and her team in Manchester have the best clear-up rates in the country.

So, so we can trust her.

Yeah, but she was only there for three years.

One case at a time, Evans.

(softly) Okay.

(background chatter) Heart attack.

How do you know?

Well, two degrees and 25 years in forensics helps.

But you can tell from the skin and the fingernails, and there's a scar on his chest which means he probably had a mechanical aortic valve.

Okay, so hang on, are you seriously not seeing this?

Two deaths in two days, in the same place, both bleeding from the ears.

I know, but this one can be explained as well.

The bleeding was caused by him falling on the floor and hitting his head.

Uh, no, it wasn't.

Look.

(sinister music) What's that?

Your diagnosis falling apart.

Sorry?

Well, when someone who's had an accident leaves a message, it's not an accident.

(gulls crying) (car rumbling) Vanessa.

What are you doing here?

Uh, Professor Greville was supposed to give me a lift this morning.

So, we could go over my rehearsal.

But he didn't show.

Yeah, I'm afraid I have bad news.

Professor Greville died earlier today.

(somber music) (tearful) What?

Where were you this morning?

Um... Uh, waiting at...at home, and then... then I came here.

Yeah.

Right, let's get her inside.

Jake: Come on.

These are a lot of tapes.

(sniffs) Yeah.

Thousands of hours.

He kept copies of all the students' concerts.

Toccata a Fugue, is that what you were playing when you found Helen?

Yes.

And what's this?

Oh, it's, um, it's a fermata.

It's when you hold a note beyond its natural duration.

Let it fill the space.

Blimey, there's loads of 'em.

This must be a long concert.

Yeah, sorry about him.

He's allergic to culture.

Actually, I played the bassoon.

Got to grade four.

Grade four?

Mm-hmm.

You dark horse.

(phone buzzing) Hi.

Hmm, hey, hey Patience, I found your interference.

I isolated the mic and guess what?

I can't...I can't guess, you've not given me any information.

Okay, um, I sent you an audio file, slowed down, cleaned up, enhanced, and you were right, there is interference.

Yeah.

The recording sort of glitches, and then it resumes.

Does the interference start at 80505 and end at 80511?

(dark music) How did you know that?

Well, that's the fermata.

Slay.

Your hyperacusis, it's like... a super power.

Not always.

Look.

I was right.

His aortic valve.

Yeah, could you not wave that in my face?

I'm showing it to you.

So, what of it?

Well, the valve seems to have jammed, causing thrombogenesis and our friend had a heart attack.

No murder.

(phone pings) Look, Evans, doesn't agree with you.

(exhales) 'The music killed him,' what does that mean?

I have no idea.

But apparently she's had a breakthrough.

No, I don't agree.

Well, she's very, very annoying, but she does have a knack of being right.

(exhales) Headphones.

(sighs) God's sake.

Where are you?

(exhales) (door opens) What you doing?

Um, so, this is an infrasound generator, and it was inside the organ, and it's what killed Helen and the Professor.

-What?

Well... so, when Vanessa pressed down the organ key, this began emitting a very low frequency sound, it was below 20 hertz, so, hold this.

(mysterious music) Okay.

Ready?

Well, I guess, yeah.

I'm... (single organ key pressed) See?

Yeah.

Do it again.

(single organ key pressed) That's weird.

So, this was connected to the modified key, it's an infrasound generator, and it creates infrasonic frequencies which are like inaudible but very dangerous vibrations.

And the kind of vibrations that can jam a heart valve, which the professor had.

Or, rupture Helen's aneurism.

So, the murderer used the victims' conditions against them.

Good work.

Now, let's find out who put it there.

Yeah, well that would've been a valid theory, however, this is a bit of a snag for you.

Toxicology came through, turns out Helen had Lavyxal in her system, it's an anti-depressant.

So?

It causes hypertension, she would not have taken that with an aneurism, it's too dangerous.

So, then Helen didn't know she had an aneurism.

Yeah, and if she didn't, then neither did the killer?

Bingo.

So, maybe that poor girl was just collateral damage.

Yeah, well, that's a possibility.

So, that would make it one natural death and one murder.

Think we can call it a draw, Miss Evans.

Well, I've gotta go and interface with some young business leaders.

Whatever that means.

(up tempo music) (laughs) (distant chatter, music) (raucous music intensifies) Coming in, love?

Yes.

(raucous music volume increases) (loud chatter, shouting) (music becomes distorted) (distorted music continues) (panicked breathing) Are you alright there?

(incoherent) It was the noise.

Aye, I get it.

It's all just noise to me, too.

(door opens) (noise decreases) (organ playing) Why should I listen to this ham fisted pedestrian crap?

You're like a toddler having a tantrum.

Vanessa: I'm sorry, Professor.

Greville: Oh, I'm sorry, Professor.

Pathetic.

Get out.

You're not fit to be on this course.

Get out!

He was a coercive cruel bully.

And he got in your head.

No, no, he believed in me.

I know this doesn't make sense, but I... I needed to get it right... for him.

What you did... is understandable.

He made you feel worthless.

Scared.

And you...wanted it to stop.

No, I wanted to protect him.

I knew about the video, I stopped Helen from going public.

I could never have killed him.

(dramatic music) I need him.

Without him, I'm gonna let everybody down.

That's not true.

Well... You're like a black belt in this now, right?

I'm the best of this year's intake.

But to make it, you have to be... extraordinary.

Transcendent.

You basically have to be Theos or just give up.

What's Theos?

Professor Greville's favorite student.

The only one he ever really rated.

Theos who?

I don't know.

It was a nickname.

But he always said that whenever they played, he saw the face of God.

(sighs) Nothing in the archives then?

Um, no.

Why couldn't he just use their real name?

I don't know.

I mean, Theos means god, from the Greek.

But... It's a hell of a nickname to live up to innit?

Yeah.

(phone buzzing) Oh.

How's it going with Soco boy?

Who?

He's talking about Mr.

Elliot.

Mr Elliot... Scott.

It's not... I don't think it's going.

It's... Why?

I... ran away from his gig.

What, you...went to a gig?

Yeah.

His band were playing.

What, Soco boy's in a band?

Oh, what are they called?

Murder on the Dance Floor?

But why did you go to a gig?

I thought you were sensitive to noise, or something?

Well, I am, yes.

But...well DS Hunter said that I should go and surprise him.

Why?

Well, she said she didn't wanna be boring.

She's not boring.

Well, no, I know, that's not what I...I meant.

What kind of stupid advice is that?

Well, I was just trying to help.

(phone pings) (sighs) (suspenseful music) Will's found Theos.

Jake: Nice.

It's a concert, so hopefully there'll be an introduction.

Thank you, digital native.

I think, uh, I'll take it from here.

(clicking) (recording of organ playing) Well, no intro, so, useless.

So, we've got nothing.

No, not nothing.

We know where the concert was.

It's the York Minster.

How do you know that?

Um, (clears throat) uh, well, uh, my dad used to take me when I was little and... I recognize the tone, it's the organ that has 75 stops.

Cool.

Yeah, but it still leaves us with 40 years of recordings to dig through, so... Well, actually, I, uh, I might be able to narrow it down a bit, you see, this is ferrochrome.

It was only around between 1989 and 1995.

Ah, this was the best.

Huh, niche knowledge.

I'm a bit of a music nerd.

Um, right, concerts, York Minster.

Uh, 89 to 95.

(click) (organ recording plays) So many concerts.

(phone buzzing) You gonna answer that?

(clears throat) Uh, yep, sorry.

(clears throat) Hi.

Hi.

Uh, good, you answered.

Uh, yeah, well, you called me, so... Listen, I, uh... I saw you came to my gig.

And then left.

What happened, was the music that bad?

Um... no.

Uh, can we meet?

I'd really like to see you.

I'm not sure that's a good idea.

Oh.

I...I need to go.

(clears throat) (gulls crying) (clears throat again) Must really like you.

Sorry?

Well, if someone walked out of my gig I don't think I'd be calling them back.

Yeah, well... doesn't...doesn't matter.

I mean, I'll never be able to do the girlfriend stuff, so... Girlfriend stuff.

What's that?

(light music) You know, like... bungee jumping and suddenly running off to Paris.

(chuckles) Oh, you have been watching some terrible films.

Has this man actually asked you to do any of this?

No.

Well... I am no relationship coach by any stretch, and I would rather clean out the fridge than do Valentine's but I'm pretty sure there is no such thing as a perfect girlfriend.

Yeah.

I just don't know how to be.

Mm.

Just be you.

Find someone who likes that.

Sounds like you already have.

(clears throat) Hang on, doesn't that look like, um, Vanessa's pastoral supervisor?

Bernie.

I didn't know she was a musician.

I mean... that says it's someone called Maria Renton.

Maybe it's a stage name.

(mysterious music) Look who she thanks.

John Greville.

Why did she fail to mention any of this?

(pinging) Ma'am.

'York Minster concert ends in tragic accident'.

Bernie fell from the balcony of her own recital.

Yeah.

I don't think it was a tragic accident.

I think she jumped to get away from that dick of a professor.

Yeah, and when that didn't work she tried to stop the bullying in a different way.

-Yeah.

Where was she on the morning of the first murder?

We need the interview notes.

Uh, she was at the doctor's.

Hang on.

You weren't at that interview.

No, I read the transcript.

Right.

Okay, check it out.

On it.

Okay Jake, I think we've got enough to bring her in.

(Bernie playing organ music) Baxter: Sure she's not at home or the university?

No, but she booked out the Minster organ this morning.

Also, Vanessa didn't show up for a meeting at the faculty.

Oh Christ.

We'll meet you there.

Alright.

(suspenseful music) Just got off the phone with Bernie's doctor, she'd been seeing him for pain management, traumatic nerve damage to her hands, sustained in an accident 30 years ago.

Yeah, so it sounds like the fall from the balcony ended her career.

So, we have a washed-up star, jealous of her younger protg.

We need to get to the Minster.

Uh, I meant, just DC... alright.

(suspenseful music) (Bernie playing organ) Bernie?

(laughs) I had no idea you played.

That's about as much as I can manage these days.

Bernie, that was... so beautiful.

I've never heard anyone play like that.

I had a good teacher.

(mysterious music) (footsteps receding) Oh, my God.

You're Theos.

(suspenseful music) (sirens blaring) Magnificent, isn't it?

I had a recital here.

Many years ago.

How wonderful.

Minutes before the performance, Greville ripped my heart out.

Told me I'd never be anything more than ordinary and I'd never make it.

His timing was exquisite.

I tried to play but I could barely breathe.

Everybody was watching.

And I knew then that it was over.

My career.

My life.

(sinister music) (sirens blaring) (high tempo music) Monroe: Amir, Graham, go round the back.

I wanted you to hear this from me.

So that you'd understand that he had to be stopped.

You killed him?

I never meant to hurt Helen.

Bernie, what are you doing?

What's she doing here?

Vanessa: Bernie.

(high tempo music continues) Vanessa: Please.

Don't.

(high tempo music resumes) Go.

Bernie.

Bernie, put the gun down.

I have to do this.

(suspenseful music) God forgive me.

(shot fires, echoes) (panicked breathing) (cat purring) (knocking on door) I told you, I'm fine.

It was... it was just a gunshot, and... no one got hurt.

Still a lot to deal with.

You were in shock.

Yeah, but I'm fine...now, and... DI Monroe saved that woman.

Yeah, I guess she did.

I just... I just still miss Detective Bea.

(soft piano music) She was on my side.

I was part of her team, but now, with DI Monroe... This might be out there... but I'm on your side.

And as much as I'd rather they didn't keep dragging you into dangerous situations, so's most of the crime squad.

I guess so.

And what about this boy, and the band?

He's on your side, right?

I think he is.

Okay.

Sorry for running away from your gig.

Um, I mean, it's not... it's not that your singing was terrible.

Oh, good, yeah, that's what I was going for, not terrible.

Yeah.

(laughter) Um, it was just overwhelming.

Yeah, I thought it would be.

Yeah.

Why did you come?

To surprise you.

Wanted to show you a different side of me.

Why?

I like this side.

Thank you.

I think I see that now.

And, by the way, there's only one side of me.

And this is it.

(laughter) Um... I've got an idea.

Come with me.

(romantic music) Okay.

(laughs) Come on.

No, Elliot, what are we... this is a club.

(background chatter) Trust me.

Come on.

(louder chatter) Here.

(music playing through headphones) (music continues playing)