(dramatic music) (sirens blaring) (eerie music) (heavy footsteps) (screaming) (dramatic music intensifies) (engine rumbling) (suspenseful music) (distant church bells) 9-0-8-3-1.

9-0-8-3-1.

(engine revving) 9-0-8-3-1.

9-0-8-3-1.

(engine revving) (birds chirping) (brakes screeching) (horn blaring) 9-0-8-3... (brakes screeching) -Watch where you're going!

-Sorry.

Moron.

(bike revving) (gasping) (horn blaring) (brakes screeching) (gasping) (gentle music) (police radio chatter) Oh good.

You got my text?

Er, yes.

Thank you.

(camera lens snapping) -You alright?

-Yeah.

Is it a stake?

Well, that, DC Akbari is the murder weapon.

A rather unusual one.

That's pierced his rib-cage.

I mean, that would require colossal strength.

-Yeah.

-He's weirdly pale, isn't he?

Sign of tissue hypoperfusion.

The body must have lost a lot of blood.

No traces of it though.

-Well, maybe he was moved.

-Dr.

Parsons... Yes.

These are rather strange incisions.

They've likely sliced through the carotid artery.

Jesus.

They look like tooth marks.

Anyone got any garlic for Will?

(Will chuckles) Looks like the victim's camera.

Half the film's been used.

We'll get it developed ASAP.

-Good.

Cheers mate.

-Hi.

-Hey.

I was, uh, hoping I'd see you.

Right.

Er...er, how was your training course?

Good.

Er, but, you know, three months too long.

I would rather have been here.

(romantic music) Cool.

I guess you're a forensic genius now, though.

Totally.

Can analyze tire marks in seconds.

Although I still can't keep a cactus alive.

-Elliot, we're loading up.

-Okay, sure.

Er... Bye.

-See ya.

-Yeah.

(mysterious music) -What is that?

-No idea.

(engine rumbling) (distant sirens blaring) (sighs) (drills whirring) So, what have we got?

Er, the victim's a Jonathan Starper.

He's a rising star in the photography world.

Any more detail than that?

I'd say his main influence is a Romantic Gothic.

Definitely picking up on the Pre-Raphaelites.

I meant, any more detail on the victim, DC Akbari.

Oh, I see.

Er... He was preparing for an upcoming exhibition, sir.

It's had a lot of buzz around it.

(drill buzzing) Could only find, um, instant coffee.

How do you people live like this?

-E, DI Monroe?

-Er, call me Frankie.

DCI Calvin Baxter.

We weren't expecting you till next week.

Oh, er, yeah.

Plans changed.

I didn't fancy sticking around Manchester another week, so here I am.

So, DI Monroe is DI Metcalfe's replacement.

Er, rep...replacement?

No, sorry, Sir, DI Metcalfe's only on leave.

Yeah, she was, but she's decided to take a job in Glasgow.

She can't do that.

She didn't...what?

I know you.

You make a habit of trying to kill motorcyclists, do you?

Permanently plugged into your headphones.

Bloody Gen Z.

-But they're noise canceling.

Yeah, don't cancel your eyes though, do they?

-Work experience?

-Er, no.

This is Patience Evans from criminal records.

Ah.

Right, (sighs) what's going on here then?

Suspected homicide.

Came in last night.

Bit of a strange one, this one.

Yep.

That's a stake.

And the victim was found with two bite marks in his neck and a serious loss of blood.

-Really?

-Mm.

Er, sorry DI Monroe, I'm not gonna be able to show you around this morning.

I've got to have a public relations meeting.

-Sounds fun.

-Like it's not enough to endure a station refurb, the Chief Constable now thinks we should improve our image with the public.

Mm.

Maybe don't tell ‘em we're hunting vampires, Sir.

God, these photos are creepy as hell, aren't they?

Um, I knew I recognized the name Jonathan Starper.

He was involved in a scooter accident about four months ago.

-How old are you?

-23.

Ma'am.

Marina Murray, the woman who discovered the body.

Er, she's in the interview room.

-Oh, right.

Let's go and see which member of the Addams Family pitched up now.

(scoffs) That's funny.

Um... Er, sorry, no, the victim's accident, it is interesting because... -Is there any chance of a proper coffee?

A flat white'll do.

Um...I mean, the roasting process of coffee produces a known carcinogen.

-Oh, good-o.

(playful music) (office chatter) Right.

So, you turned up at Monk Bar Tower in the middle of the night just to get Jonathan to go home.

-Mm.

-Do you do that with all your clients?

-No.

Um... But I've been his agent for 15 years and, um, I knew him.

Whenever there's an exhibition, he burns himself out.

Can you think of anyone that might want to kill him?

No, of course not.

He was, he was wonderful.

Well, was there anyone he had bad relations with?

-No.

-No?

Anything he was worried about?

-Um... Yeah, he had seemed a little out of sorts recently, but I think that was just the exhibition.

I'm sorry I can't be more help.

No.

Thank you for coming in, Ms.

Murray.

If you do remember anything else, give us a call.

Okay.

Thank you.

Yeah, she was shagging him.

(scoffs) How'd you know that?

Uh, body language and my gut, which is also telling me I need a bacon sandwich.

-Oh, there's a canteen.

-No need.

I stopped at a farm shop this morning.

Locally sourced, maple cured.

Delish.

(scoffs) (suspenseful music) Thanks.

-Oh, hi.

-Hi.

I was just gonna go grab some lunch.

You wanna come with?

Er, I bought a salad from home.

Well, you could come sit with me.

Outside food's not permitted inside the canteen.

Oh.

Yeah, well, I'll, uh... see you later.

Yeah.

-Yeah.

-Yeah.

(somber music) (elevator pings) Doors open.

(dramatic music) -Are you kidding?

-Er, no, DI Monroe, I don't kid.

So, not one drop of blood's left in the body?

Correct.

And what's also strange is that the incision marks in his neck were made after death.

Which means without the heart beating, the victim couldn't have bled out without some help from gravity.

-So, he was... -Probably strung up.

Like a pig.

You're joking.

Still deadly serious, DI Monroe.

There was a pulley system in the tower that could have been used, and forensics found blood traces.

The question is, why would anybody want to drain someone of all their blood?

(lights clanking, buzzing) (suspenseful music) (knocking) Excuse me.

I've found something.

The victim was involved in a scooter accident about four months ago.

It was a hit and run.

The car was reported stolen and had been connected to a ring of car thefts operating out of a garage.

According to Companies House, that now closed down, but the owner, Kevin Gill, works at York Racecourse.

Sorry, why are you talking so fast?

Well, cause otherwise you'd walk off and order another coffee.

Okay.

Well, thanks for this.

Next time put it in an email.

(Frankie clears her throat) You can go.

Er...(sighs) (somber music) -Okay, yeah.

Bring him in.

-Sure.

Um, Patience is autistic.

Right.

And?

Well, maybe you could, you know, go a bit easy on her.

Look, I'm all for inclusivity, but I don't have time to hold anyone's hand just cause they want to play police.

Oh, but she's been an amazing asset to the team, and her and DI Metcalfe were really close.

She has a brilliant mind.

She's helped us crack so many cases.

Well, it seems to me that if you two were doing your job properly, she wouldn't have to.

(tense music) (church bells ringing) (door shuts) Got your letter, then?

(police radio) (sinister music) Thought you might like a cup of tea.

What's happened?

She isn't coming back.

Alfie's dad has found a job in Glasgow and they've got a good school for him, so they've all moved.

Well, I-I guess, I guess it's good for Alfie.

(tender music) What else did she say?

She says that she misses me and she wants me to come and visit.

-Yeah, she's very fond of you.

-Yeah.

-Unlike DI Monroe.

-Who's that?

(sighs) Her replacement.

And she wants me off all of the cases.

Well, she sounds like a fool then.

Oh, she's not a fool.

She's just not Detective Bea.

Yeah, I know.

She really got you, didn't she?

How are you getting on with these numbers?

Any luck?

No.

I just... I don't understand why my mother left me something so unfathomable.

Cause it's not unfathomable.

Not for you.

And your mother knew that.

She's left you a treasure hunt.

Frankie: Oh God, it's stuffy in here.

They always overheat these rooms.

Ah...I like your tattoo, Kevin.

Your gang, is it?

No.

Not anymore.

-What does it mean?

-It's a code of honor.

What kind of code of honor endorses kneecapping, Kevin?

-I did my time for that.

-Cutting out people's tongues.

Do you like violence, Kevin?

(tense music) Well, if somebody lets you down, you have to send a message.

And were you sending a message to Jonathan Starper when you ran his scooter off the road?

Hm.

Sorry, that got thrown out, see?

Lack of evidence.

-He owe you money?

I've never even met the bloke.

I've been through all this.

You had nothing on me then, you've got nothing on me now, have you?

(distant sirens blaring) -You want a fat rascal?

-What?

They're a York specialty.

I drove across town this morning to get them fresh.

No, thanks.

How can you eat in here?

-I can eat anywhere.

-Er, no eating in the mortuary.

Put it away, please.

-Rh null, heard of it?

-No.

The victim was one of only 40 to 50 in the world to have an Rh null blood type.

-Um, did you just say Rh null?

-Yeah.

-Yeah.

Golden blood.

-Exactly.

Mm.

It's compatible with all blood types, so those with it are universal donors.

But it also means they can only receive golden blood, so it's both a gift and a curse.

I believe it's also used in, um, private clinics.

It's sort of an anti-aging remedy.

A vampire cure.

But, I mean, it's said to reverse the effects of heart disease, Alzheimer's, and even cancer.

-Hm.

Sounds great.

-Well, completely unverified.

-Hm.

-I'm sure it's not cheap.

Sorry.

(clears throat) What are you doing here?

Um, sorry, I thought you knew.

I called her.

Is there a problem?

Er, no, except she's not a police officer and she's got no business being on an investigation.

DI Metcalfe always included Patience.

Oh right, yeah, okay.

Thank you, Headphones.

I think we can take it from here.

Right, um... It looks like golden blood could have been Jonathan Starper's golden goose.

(tense music) (knocking) She's a bit direct, isn't she?

DI Monroe.

-Jessica Shaw.

-Sorry?

She's in the files.

She runs the blood bank.

She was arrested for disturbing the peace.

Oh yeah.

The protests around the infected blood inquiry a couple of years ago.

-Yeah.

That doesn't make her a murderer though.

No.

But she might have information.

-She might have met the victim.

-Thank you.

Yeah.

They're copies.

You can take them.

(car doors shutting) Er, did you know a Jonathan Starper?

He was Rh null.

Oh, yes.

You don't find many of those.

He turned up about four months ago.

He'd only just found out about it.

He'd had an accident.

Oh, must have been a bit of a coup.

Er, sorry.

Could you just use a coaster?

Yes.

You'd think so.

Golden blood is so rare.

Can save many lives.

But anyway, he turned out to be an immoral, greedy opportunist who just wanted to make money.

Hm.

And did you help him with that?

No.

Blood is not for sale.

Even golden blood?

Blood is not for sale.

(suspenseful music) Hello.

Um, I'm returning this and taking these two out.

Oh.

Dracula, a classic.

Yeah.

It was my mum's favorite.

She used to read it to me when I was little.

Your mum sounds fun.

The UK does seem to have hard-line regulations when it comes to blood banks.

Right, so Ms.

Know-It-All was right then.

Yeah.

But we found one of Patience's vampire clinics in St.

Petersburg.

They target millionaires and rock stars, claim it's a miracle cure.

-Right.

Blood transfusion.

A hundred thousand euros.

You've got to be kidding.

We found proof that the victim's been to St.

Petersburg.

His hotel and ticket show up on his credit card statements and when I spoke to the clinic, they were able to identify Jonathan.

Turns out he weren't there alone.

-Oh yeah?

-This was captured in the lift.

(suspenseful music) Good work.

Bring that lying git back in.

Please, have a seat, Mr.

Gill.

Well, I must say, it's lovely to be back.

You've got a bald spot coming.

Okay, so what?

I knew him.

More than that.

You went on holiday with him.

What do you want?

I want the truth.

He owed you money, right?

I helped him out.

By letting him build up gambling debts.

And then when he couldn't pay up, you tried to sell his blood to a clinic in St.

Petersburg.

Whole thing was a scam.

They were passing off people with any old blood.

Believe me, they had no interest in us.

They're the criminals.

I don't know why you're wasting my time.

Jonathan Starper's bank account shows that he sent you 125 grand.

Where'd he get that from?

I wish I knew.

Because he still owes me the other half.

Yeah.

(rummaging) (sighs) I mean, all we've really got is illegal gambling debts and a bro road trip to Russia.

And I don't believe he knows where the victim got the 125 grand.

(sighs) I agree.

-Looks like it's a dead end.

-Mm.

(phone vibrating) I need to take this.

Who's that?

His girlfriend?

Cheeky work affair?

I don't need to know anything about my team's private lives.

(clears throat) I, er...I think you need to hear this.

(tense music) Hiya.

Hi, I was at the library, um... Sorry, I was just saying I was at the library and... Er, I was, I was just thinking we've been looking at this from the wrong angle.

So what's all this about finding the murder weapon?

Well, I found that in the bin.

There's blood on the seat and one of the legs is missing.

And so it's just that we thought it would require colossal strength for it to pierce the rib cage, but it didn't.

He must have fallen from here.

Dr.

Parsons did say that the victim didn't die instantly.

I mean, this definitely could have broken his fall.

Well, that's what, that's what I thought.

I mean, he must've fallen from here and then pulled himself out the skip and gone to look for help.

And then what?

He drags himself over there before collapsing.

So, how did all this kick off?

Pfft.

It could have been an accident.

After a bit of rain it'd be slippery up here.

Yeah, but then he was strung up and drained of all his blood, so I think we can rule out bad luck.

-I think we need to verify... -No.

(sighs) This isn't gonna work.

S-sorry, what do you mean?

I mean your naivety makes you more dangerous than helpful.

I mean that I trained for years, and learned things like how not to move evidence so you don't compromise an investigation.

They, they collect the rubbish on, on the Monday.

So I, I... I mean don't mistake me for DI Metcalfe.

(dramatic music) Just go.

So, er, we're about to start anyway.

If you want to take your seats.

(sighs) Hope everybody's good.

So, does anyone have a thought about what the theme of today's meeting should be?

-Yep, Billy, I have.

Iguanas.

-Or sex.

-When your iguana has sex.

-Or how about subtext, yeah?

Cause, er, you know, neuro-typicals don't always say what they actually mean.

So then how are you supposed to know what they mean?

Well, it's like a set of codes, isn't it?

Like body language, or tone of voice, or actions rather than words.

How would they maybe act if they, if they liked you?

My boyfriend sent me flowers with a card, with more flowers on it.

-I'm allergic to flowers.

I clean my neighbor's bath.

Not because I'm in love with her, she's 83.

-But I like her.

-Right, yeah.

I mean, these are all good signs that someone likes you or maybe even fancies you, but NT behavior can be a bit more nuanced than that.

So they might smile at you for a long time, or hold eye contact with you, or they might just really enjoy spending time with you.

Weirdly, I'm not allergic to bluebells.

Explain that.

Can't.

Olivia Brams, Rh null, five-year-old born with sickle cell disease and needs regular blood transfusions.

She's recently had a bone marrow transplant, and check the date.

The op was only a few hours after Jonathan died.

It almost didn't happen.

They were struggling to find enough blood.

Apparently you need loads on standby, but in the last minute an anonymous donation came through.

Saving a little girl's life.

Sounds like a strong motive for killing a man and draining his blood.

Have you got an address, Will?

Do you want me to check it out, boss?

Oh no, Will can do it, hm?

(office phone ringing) -You've got a damn nerve.

-Mr.

Brams, please.

After what we've been through?

We waited years for Olivia's op.

-Sorry, Mr.

Brams.

-And now she's finally okay, you turn up accusing us of stealing the blood of a man we've never met?

-Uh... (footsteps receding) (sighs) (somber music) (seagulls calling) (door creaks) (bell rings) Hi... Um...do you have any cacti?

(muted chatter) (knocking) Frankie: Yeah, come in.

Oh, yeah.

My ex used to say it looked like a rabid badger had broke into my flat, which is why I slept with his brother.

Okay.

You don't know if I'm joking, do you?

Is that the Brams' bank statement?

Er, yeah.

It looks like they withdrew increasingly large cash amounts over the last four months.

Yeah.

So, maybe our victim was into extortion.

For Olivia's transfusions?

God, he'd have had them over a barrel.

What a dick.

(phone ringing) Ah, it's Will.

Will, you're on speaker.

Ma'am, well, the chat didn't go brilliantly.

But I've been keeping a watch.

And I've just seen Jimmy Brams leave his flat carrying a trunk.

I'll send you a photo.

(tense music) (message pings) Hm.

Helsing and Co.

Hold on.

Thanks, Will.

Good work.

Yeah, just keep following him and see where he goes.

Yeah, found ‘em.

It's a Dutch company, Helsing and Co Medical.

They do blood cell separators for transfusions in sickle cell patients.

So, they were set up for home transfusions.

It looks like we were right.

Olivia's parents were getting Jonathan's blood on the sly.

(intense music) (tires screeching) (knocking) Jessica!

Open up!

It's the police.

Wait, I'm sorry.

You can't just barge in here... Ah, Mr.

Brams.

No, no, no, please, please, have a seat.

Yeah.

(sighs) Nice to meet you finally.

Well, this is cozy, isn't it?

Not looking good though, is it?

What are you doing?

I'm just wondering what's for dinner?

-Don't!

-Ah... I'd say there's about, what, five liters here?

So, blood's not for sale, right?

No.

That blood is only to help people.

But money's been changing hands, hasn't it?

Only because... Look, I introduced the Brams to Jonathan because I hoped they would change his mind.

But they couldn't.

Turns out that he was made of stone.

And yes, he made them pay for Olivia's donations.

(threatening music) He kept hiking up the price.

It was breaking us.

And then you found a bone marrow donor.

Yeah, and that was a godsend.

But for the op, we needed double the usual blood.

So what happened the night of the operation?

I called Jonathan, but he wanted four times the price.

A hundred thousand pounds.

I didn't have it.

My daughter was gonna die.

So we went to see him.

To beg him.

Frankie: And he said no.

So you killed him.

No.

When we turned up he was already...dead.

-Already?

-Yes.

Collapsed, with that thing in his chest.

We just needed the blood.

We saw the pulley on the ceiling, so we got him elevated.

(chain clanking) Drained the blood through an incision.

(police radio chatter) (sighs) That was grim.

Yeah.

Very few people surprise me, but those two, geez.

I think they're telling the truth, though.

I mean, their stories match.

-Mm.

I don't think either of them are capable of murder.

No.

No, I'm gonna have to book 'em.

I don't know what for though.

I mean, it's a new one on me, but they won't get away with it.

(message pings) Oh, the victim's photos are back from the lab.

-Shall we?

-Yep.

-But ain't that the agent?

-Yeah.

I don't think she was just shagging him.

I think she was in love with him.

I think we need to rethink this.

Find out everything you can about Marina Murray.

Alright, cool.

(suspenseful music) Hi.

Good morning, DS Hunter.

Yeah, I've just had a quick workout.

Look, I thought you should know that you were right about the blood.

Yeah.

And we're looking into the agent now.

-Marina Murray?

-Mm-hm.

Boss thinks that her relationship with the victim might be more than she's letting on.

Okay, well, what do you think?

I don't know, but she's got good instincts, DI Monroe.

But I also think that you should be in on this one.

-We can't go behind her back.

-I wanna solve this case.

Yeah.

So do I.

(playful music) Good to know.

So, up until the scooter accident there were large withdrawals from the agent's account.

Er...maybe Marina Murray was paying off the victim's debts.

Yeah.

And then he found out he had golden blood and he didn't need Marina anymore.

She was feeling used, angry, heartbroken.

What have you got on her alibi?

Er, she was at an art gallery event.

She arrived early and a couple of guests saw her leave after 11.

Oh yeah, that's too long after the estimated time of death.

There's a short time she could have slipped away.

She'd have been cutting it fine, though.

Okay, well, get onto local cab firms, see if they picked anyone up from the party between 8 and 8:30.

-Alright.

(clears throat) Thanks for coming down.

This shouldn't take very long.

We're hoping you can help us identify someone.

Um, your firm said you dropped someone off at Monk Bar Tower at the weekend.

Yeah, I pick up a lot of fares, you know, it were a Saturday.

Weekends, you know, they're full on.

Frankie: Look again, please.

Taxi Driver: Yeah, maybe.

I don't know, I don't recognize the face, but I remember she were chewing gum.

It stunk.

What did it, uh, what did it smell of?

Pineapples.

I hate bloody pineapples.

Uh... (mice squeaking) (children playing) (gasping) (rustling) (suspenseful music) (brakes screeching) (sinister music) (knocking) (door opens) Time for you to pay up, you stupid bitch!

(door slams) -Marina: No!

-Kevin: Move!

(Marina screaming) Please don't hurt me!

Please, please!

(shouting, screaming) (phone ringing) (Jake panting) Well, go on then, answer it.

(phone ringing) (dramatic music) Jesus Christ.

Where is she?

I think, I think... I think that's Marina's place.

I know, I know the way, I know the way.

Okay, let's go.

(sirens blaring) (shouting, screaming) Right... (shouting) (screaming, moaning) Ah!

Marina: No, no, no, no!

(Marina sobbing) Get off me!

Uh!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Help me!

Help me somebody, please!

Help me!

Help me!

(dramatic music) (gasping) (tires screeching) Uh... (gasping) (sirens blaring) (tires screeching) (door slams) -In the back.

-Got it.

Check the garden.

Patience?

In the back garden, Ma'am.

-Patience... -They left.

He took her.

-He took her.

-Are you hurt?

-No.

-Are you alright?

Are you sure?

Mm.

(sobs) -Take her back to the station.

-Of course.

-You had your chance.

-Please!

Come here.

Shut up!

(tires screeching) (muffled screaming) (muffled screaming) Shut up!

(grunting) (struggling) (panting) (thudding) (gasping) (horse whinnying) (horse whinnying) (dramatic music) Stop!

Police!

Kevin, stop there!

Stop!

(gasping) Uh!

(thud) Ah!

-Ah!

-Get up!

Ah... Ah!

Ah... (threatening music) Oi, oi, oi, oi!

Calm down, calm down!

Now, I'm gonna need you to put the needle down, Kevin, alright?

(smack) Oh!

(thud) Oh!

Argh... (handcuffs clicking) I'm getting too old for this.

Alright.

Alright.

Marina, Marina... Marina?

Marina.

That's it.

That's it, nice and slow, nice and slow... (slap) (poignant music) Marina: I went there to... to ask him to marry me.

I can't believe I was so stupid.

Not stupid.

You were in love.

He didn't even want me to be his agent anymore.

God, I was so... You know, he'd have been nothing without me.

I gave him his career.

He'd been using me.

I just... I-I lashed out.

I wanted him to see how much he'd hurt me.

Stupid fucking child!

Don't you understand, you're nothing without me!

You are nothing without me!

(loud thud) I never meant for him to die.

I never.

But then all night I kept picturing him lying there.

I didn't even know if he was dead.

So you went back.

But when I got there he was... (somber music) he was... I loved him.

I know.

I loved him so much.

Marina Murray, I am arresting you for the murder of Jonathan Starper.

Well, she knows what she's doing.

You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defense... She's gonna ruffle some feathers though.

(Marina sobbing) (door shuts) (sighs) I'm listening.

I...I-I... was just trying to get you proof.

Um, and con...confirm that it was the same chewing gum, and that it was definitely Marina in the cab.

I just didn't think that you'd trust me.

And you think I should trust you now?

Either of you?

After you lied to me?

I'm sorry.

I should have been straight with you.

But boss, Patience is an asset.

She found Jessica Shaw and the murder weapon.

She worked out how Jonathan died.

She linked Marina to the crime.

I can't have people on my team lying to me.

If you go behind my back again, I'll fire you.

Get out.

I know Detective Metcalfe thought highly of you, but I'm not her.

Can you shut the door behind you, please?

(melancholic music) (door shuts) Hi.

Um, I got you a present.

Try not to kill it.

Thanks.

I...I'll try not to.

Um, also, just to be clear, I do want to spend time with you.

Right.

I...great.

Yeah.

I mean, I'm going to the library if you want to join?

-Now?

-Yeah.

-Er, why not?

-Okay.

Yeah, it'd be good to, it'd be good to hang out and chat.

Yeah.

Well, we can hang out and chat on the way there, but you can't talk in the library.

Good point, yeah.

Ooh, fan of Gothic horror?

Um, yeah.

Well, my mum got me into it.

Aww.

Nice.

It's a fang!

(gentle music) 9-0-8-3-1, the number that my mum left me.

The clue, that's a vampire number.

I've never heard of a vampire number.

Well, it's used in computer programming all the time.

It's...it's basically a composite natural number with an even number of digits that can be factored into two natural numbers, each with half the amount of digits as the original number.

I mean, I knew that.

No, you didn't.

(Elliot giggles) (mysterious music)