[Warning: this post contains a picture of a fake corpse.]
Oh that haunting voice of Dr Eve to lead us in to each story with episode three’s ‘… There must be a pristine separation of fact from fiction …’ If only we could have this in the series too.
But episode three did some shed some light on the mystery of who pays DI Hale’s salary. Previously, I thought he must be from The Peripatetic Squad with all this crossing of the country. Where last week we were in Salford, this week we were in picturesque Staithes on the coast of North Yorkshire. Therefore he must be a locum DI ‘up north’, just like they have locum doctors in the NHS.
A body had been found at sea, off the coast of Staithes. Next thing we know, Dr Eve is returning with it at The Body Farm – poor Oggy had to end his conversation with a corpse in the woods faster than you can say ‘maggots’. A post mortem takes place at TBF highlighting all the dangers of relying on private forensic services: no one was fully gowned up and covered, risking leaving their own forensic footprints all over the corpse. However, even with the ‘manner of death’ still to be determined, it’s clear that suspicious circumstances are involved, with more forensic investigation required. There had been three on the boat and the second person is then discovered alive. Reasons for the sea-faring venture don’t quite stack up, so it’s obvious that all is not what it seems and will the third person, mother of young Robbie Fay be found alive?
It was good to see Zara Turner back on screen. This episode had a wonderful performance from Joe Duttine as the troubled, alcoholic father of Robbie, but it relied too heavily on emotional engagement with Robbie to pull you along. Even the decent twist in the tale at the end felt like a damp squib when it came. This could have been so much bigger and better.
We had a sense of the tension between Dr Eve and old-flame Mike again – this time on the professional front – but it sizzled like an amoeba in a Petri dish in the fridge.
After three episodes of this series, I can only hope that it ends with Dr Eve waking up to find it was all a nightmare as she opens her eyes to the previously familiar Waking the Dead bunker. (With the BBC then announcing it’s back to biz with a recommissioned Waking the Dead. There remains a demand for this series, even if I am happy to have seen it retired – always good to bow out at the top, I say.)
Highlights of the week:
The very seasoned in this fictional forensics world will know that hair and finger nails continue to grow after death – but in the format of a manicured moustache and goatee? Please.
This week’s noted product placement:
Fairy Liquid. Two bottles at the kitchen sink.
Beam me up, Oggy. I really need to sort out my fact-fiction confusion.