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[Harrow] Previously,
onHarrow...

[Jill] Fern Harrow,
you're under arrest for arson

resulting in the death
of Timothy Markides.

Our housefire victim
fell asleep while
smoking a cigarette.

So the police won't be
pursuing an arson charge

against
the theoretical suspect.

When Fern is released
from prison, I need you
to take her somewhere safe.

Is there any way that body
was not Francis Chester?

[Laurie] The burned body
came from the prison.

If it wasn't Chester,
then who the hell was it?

[Louise] You want
to dig up Francis' body?

My son is dead,
and he's gonna stay that way.

[Doug] Maxine signed this?

Turns out, Chester's mother
is dead. Maxine's been convinced
by other argument.

Looks to me like
you got your exhumation.

No-one's digging up anything.
You're suspended.

[Harrow] I've got to prove
that Chester is still alive.

[panting]

[shovel clangs]

[grunting]

[groans]

[theme music]

Well... this all looks in order.

Put it through.

You must be very happy
to see this going home
to Egypt after so long.

He is 4,000 years old.

One hundred and twenty years
in this country is nothing.

But we are grateful to Mr Hobson
for arranging his return.

Mr Hobson will also be pleased
with the outcome.

[electronic beeping]

What is it?

Call the police.

What seems to be the problem?

The problem is
that dead, ancient Egyptians

shouldn't have
titanium hip joints.

Ah, what have we here then?

Ooh, that's no Prince of Egypt.

No, but it is the Golden King:
Howard Hobson.

Mining magnate?

I didn't know he was dead.

Yeah, well, no-one does, yet.

So, until we find out why he
was found in this Cairo-bound
casket this morning,

we're gonna keep
it under wraps.

Hilarious pun
intended.

So, this coffin
and the body that was in it

was part of a collection
accumulated by Hobson's
grandfather.

Hobson here was
sending it back to Egypt.

Someone decided
he should go with.

[Fairley] Looks to me
like Middle Kingdom Period,

faint Nubian influences,
around 1800 BCE.

-What?
-You sound like Harrow.

Oh! No! [groans]

Sorry, I'll...

So, the mummy
that was in here...?

Ah, yes. Well...

That's something these two seem
very keen to find out about.

They are not happy
that it's missing.

He's from the Egyptian
Office of Antiquities.

She's his translator.

They've been helping Mr Hobson
prepare his private Egyptian
collection for transport.

Someone helped Mr Hobson.

He didn't put himself
in these bandages.

[Nichols] No.
And where's Harrow?

I thought he'd be keen
as mustard to check out
an old coffin like this.

[loud thud]

[groans]

What the f--?

-[gasps]
-[cellphone chimes]

Shit.

[straining]

[grunting, then screams]

[silence]

[Nichols] Harrow's suspended?
Why?

He forged my signature.

Yeah, well, I forged your
signature with the postman

when I signed for your
lingerie the other day.

A work document.

Yeah, but why?

Does it matter?

He went over my head
to the coroner

with a signature
I didn't sign.

-But what did he want
to authorise?
-Bryan!

It's irrelevant.

We tell each other stuff, Max.

Yeah.

But sometimes we have
to trust that the other
is doing the right thing.

Dr Pavich?

Edwina, great.

Come with me.

[line ringing]

[elevator dings]

You've reached Daniel Harrow.

Leave a message
and I'll return your--

So, where is Dr Harrow?

"Dr Harrow" now,
is it, hmm?

Trouble in paradise?

Not paradise, Uncle Lyle.

We had sex, once.
Before I started work here.

Right.

I find Harrow interesting

and attractive,
but he's very irritating.

I'm not sure if it's because
he has a gift
for finding flaws in my work,

or because I keep finding
a billion flaws in him
but still can't fault his work.

-So, where is he?
-I think he's been suspended.

-What?!
-Mmm. Oh, hello.

Fancy seeing you here.

Edwina Gharam,
this is Dr Fairley.

I've met Doctor Fez.

Of course.
And Dr Molyneux.

Edwina is a registered nurse
who's joining us
for a probationary period

as a Forensic Assistant.

Okay. So, suit up
and you can get to work.

-[Grace] Maxine--
-[Pavich] Daniel's
been suspended.

Yes, I heard.
So, what will happen to him now?

Just do your job today. Daniel's
problems are of his own making.

[heavy breathing]

[straining]

[panting]

[ringtone plays]

Hello? Help! I'm--

[caller laughs]

[exhales]

Chester?

Hello to you, too, Dr Harrow.

What do you want?

It's what did you want.

You wanted proof that
I wasn't dead, right?

Now you've got it.

Only, I'm afraid you can't
really share it.

I'm sure you've discovered
the phone doesn't make
outgoing calls.

That is just for you and me
to while away the time.

And I know you tried to get
an exhumation order.

And I know you failed.

So I know it's going to be some time before they find you.

Maybe weeks, maybe months.

Or maybe never.

Why are you doing this?

Because you ruined my life.

There was no way
I was going to gaol

until you miraculously
found the evidence
that changed everything.

So, that's what this is?

Shitty, cheap revenge?

[chuckles]

The same motive as
your patsy Brendan Skeane?

Uh, I left that little
bread crumb trail for you.

And you did find it.

Or, rather,
Simon van Reyk found it.

You bastard.

It was me you wanted to hurt.

You didn't have to kill him!

I did warn you:
everything you hold dear.

I'm going to kill you.

[Chester laughs]

Oh, Dr Harrow,
I do admire your optimism.

[line disconnects]

-[grunts]
-[pounds on roof]

Mr Howard Hobson,
the mining magnate.

-How appropriate.
-Why?

Embalming was the purview
of the wealthy in ancient Egypt.

Now, did you know that
the embalming process
took 70 days?

Firstly, they would remove
all the organs,

then they would pack the body
in a lakebed salt called natron.

What?

You're sounding like Harrow.

[groans] Let's just get
the bandages off, shall we?

Wait a second.
Is this how he was found?

With his face uncovered?

Why go to all the trouble
of wrapping him like this,
but not his mouth?

Unless he was still alive
when he was put in there.

[device beeps]

[Grace] Haemorrhaging?

-[Fairley] Possibly.
-Meaning?

Possibly he did
suffocate in there.

-Meaning?
-Hobson didn't wrap himself up.

If he was alive when
he was put in the coffin,

and cause of death
was asphyxiation, then...?

-It's manslaughter.
-Or murder.

If he was still alive when
he was locked in that coffin,

how long would he have lasted?

Well... if he was unconscious
and breathing shallowly,
several hours.

But if he was panicking
and hyperventilating--

If he couldn't control
his breathing, less than three.

[panting]

Oh, hell.

-[exhales deeply]
-[watch ticking]

[ringtone plays]

What do you want, Chester?

How are you?

Great. Wish you were here.

[Chester laughs]
How does it smell?

Whose body was it?

Well... it wasn't mine,

despite your drunken friend,
Laurie Badcoe,

signing that it was.

I am going to get out of here.

The mathematics of oxygen
depletion say otherwise.

So, why don't you save
breaking your nails
on coffin-maker pine,

sit back, relax,

and enjoy the movies.

-Movies?
-[line disconnects]

[ringtone plays]

[Callan] Fish, baby!

You're out!

[whimpers]

[chuckles]

[Callan] Fish.

[Fern] Cal, get back.

She's a cop.
She wants to arrest me again.

[Callan] Why?

[Harrow sobs] Arrest her.

Arrest her.
Put her back inside.

[Callan] Fish, what's going on?

Get in.

[line disconnects]

[panting]

Skin damage consistent
with age of deceased.

It's very thin.
Explains why there were
so many bandages to hand.

No contusions around his neck
to suggest strangulation.

But... does his tongue
look dry to you?

[Fairley] Yes, it does look
quite dehydrated.

Almost damaged.

Let's get all the fluids we can
and see what they tell us.

And a full tox.

-Shall we check
posterior first?
-Let's.

Be aware, the dead can often
flatulate when they're moved.

-Cheers.
-Three, two, one.

-Oh.
-Oh!

[Edwina] Oh...

[Nichols] What the hell
caused those?

[Grace] That's what
I'm here to find out.

[Nichols] Sheesh!

Well, there's plenty
to look through.

[whistles]

[Nichols] Uh, Dr Grace Molyneux
from the morgue.

Ufa Sabry, Nenet Botro,

from Egypt's Office
of Antiquities.

And Clayton Pike,
Mr Hobson's lawyer,

and professional staller
on providing a copy
of Mr Hobson's Will.

[scoffs] Well, you'll see
for yourself once you
produce a warrant.

I'm simply protecting
my client's interests.

We don't understand
why you are stalling.

We also need
to see the will.

[speaks Arabic]

There is a great deal
of publicity in our country

concerning the return of these
artefacts and the missing mummy.

It will be hugely embarrassing
for our government

if they do not
arrive in Cairo.

-Hey, Scotty.
-Detective.

[Nichols] I don't think
he just slept in here.

I don't think I'll sleep
for a while having seen those.

[Nichols] There's more
down here.

How does that bloody work?

What's the story
with Hobson's wife?

The current one
who's trying to divorce him,

or the former one
that succeeded?

They're both proving
a bit slippery today.

-Oh...
-What?

Grab that side.
What...

[scoffs]
What in blue blazes is that?

That is an 18th century
wheat threshing sled.

Wasn't wheat
being threshed up here.

That explains the marks
on Hobson's back.

And the need for
all the bandages.

[Nichols] Wow. Getting old
is something to
look forward to, eh?

Has Scenes of Crime inspected
this room yet?

-Not fully, why?
-Mmm.

[Nichols] Cocaine?

[Grace] I don't think so.

[cellphone rings]

-Yello?
-Who's this?

-Who's that?
-It's me. Grace!

What? I'm Grace.

No, me, Edwina.

Oh, gotcha.

Is, uh, Dr Fairley there?

-Tell her I'm here.
-I can hear him.

-She can hear you.
-Tell her I've got
my hands full.

-He's got his hands full.
-I can hear him.

Um, can you ask
if he has blood results?

-Tell her I've got
the blood results back.
-I'm not enjoying this.

Can't you just put him on?

What? No. I'm busy here.
Just tell her--

-I can hear you.
-Oh. Good.

Now listen, I've got
the blood results back.

Hmm. Anything to suggest
he didn't suffocate?

No, but here's
the interesting thing.

The bloods reveal HS troponin.
Do you know what troponins are?

Proteins released when
the patient has a heart attack.

So maybe whoever wrapped Hobson
up thought he was already dead,

but he was only unconscious
after the heart attack.

I want you to look
for one more thing.

Apart from Cause of Death? What?

Sildenafil.

-[Edwina] What's Sildenafil?
-Oh!

-Oh?
-Oh, quite a lot.

What is Sildenafil?

-[Nichols] Viagra?
-[Grace] Yeah.

That's one
brand name for it.

[Nichols] How much did he have?

Four times more than his
doctor's recommended maximum.

Ohh!

So, Hobson took a stiffener
hoping for kinky sex,

-and instead...?
-Had a heart attack
and appeared to have died.

And someone wrapped him up,

put him in a coffin that
was going far, far away.

[chuckles] I think we'd better
speak to Hobson's wives.

You want to explain
what you and the former
Mrs Hobson were fighting about?

Well, I'd hardly
call that a fight.

We were just having
a friendly discussion.

We're great friends,
Alice and I.

Arguing the day before your
husband was found dead.

I was shocked to learn
of Howard's death.

So you don't know what
he was up to in his bedroom.

We sleep in separate bedrooms.

So you don't sleep together,
you don't have sex, you put up
with his infidelity...

What, are you just
marking time until he dies
so you get his fortune?

-Have you seen his will?
-Not yet.

I only get half
of Howard's estate.

Who gets the other half?

Oh, I had no idea.

Well, his current wife doesn't
seem too happy about it.

Well, Isabella of all people
should understand.

I imagine it's compensation

for the indignity
Howard's behaviour caused.

I, of course, coped a lot
better than poor Isabella.

She wanted to leave him, but
she was afraid if he found out,

he'd write her out of the will.
I imagine that's why
she killed him.

She told you that? [scoffs]

You would have been
aware of how much Sildenafil
would stop that heart.

Well, that would require me
to care about Howard's health.

Well, you cared about being
written out of his will.

The only person who knew that

was the woman who was
so pathetically broke

she would do anything
to get her hands on that money.

A woman's finances
are as personal as her age.

Yeah, well,
we've checked your finances
and you're all but bankrupt.

And that's why I went there
to ask for a tide-me-over.

Hmm. But Isabella
stopped you coming in.

Maybe you knew she was a heavy
sleeper and you came back later.

-Where were you last night?
-I don't recall.

Sometimes I have
a drink... or two.

I haven't heard that many lies
since my ex-wife's wedding vows.

So, we'll get a DNA swab
on both of them

and see if we can find traces
on those bandages.

That's the thing. I don't
get why either of them

would want to hide the fact
Hobson died.

His death means they're each
worth a fortune.

Well, they're both lying,

they were both there,
they both had a motive.

One of them did it.

Who's that?

[Nichols] Hobson's grandson.

All this talk of
sex and money and betrayal

makes me think I should have
gone to seminary college.

Ah, but think of Maxine.

Speaking of: do you know why
Harrow was suspended?

Maxine doesn't do anything
without good reason.

Part of why I love her.

[line ringing]

You've reached Daniel Harrow.
Leave a message--

[tapping]

[hollow tap]

[hollow tapping]

[ringtone plays]

[sighs]

What do you want, Chester?

Just want to hear
how you're doing, Daniel.

-No need to be hostile.
-Then don't bullshit me!

All right.

I wanted to hear
the fear in your voice.

Well, you're out of luck.

Uh-huh.

Hey, are you curious
how your daughter's doing?

You leave her alone, you--

[line disconnects]

[ringtone plays]

What the f...?

[screams]

You're gonna put that
in a bin, aren't you?

Who are you,
the litter police?

Yeah, well, I'd be doing
a better job than
the actual police.

I can't talk to you
about the Markides case.
It's current, so--

It's not about me.
It's about Dad.

Okay, I'm gonna
put it out there.

Dad told me that he doesn't
think that the guy who died
in custody shot him.

He thinks someone else
set him up.

And that same person
set me up.

And that same person
killed Simon and Moran,
the guy Simon visited.

I don't expect you
to do anything.

But I do want to know who Dad
thought was behind all this.

I'm not saying he is,

but if your dad's
right about this,

and he didn't tell you?

He had reason
not to tell you.

So, you're not
going to tell me?

No.

Well, I don't know
where Dad is.

-Do you know where he is?
-No.

Make a choice.

Someone had him naked,
restrained,

and dosed with enough Sildenafil
to stop his fragile heart.

So... promise of sex
but no intention?

Well, promise of sex
but intention of death.

[grunts softly]

[Grace]
When his heart stopped...

[groans]

...he looked dead,
but he wasn't.

He was unconscious long enough

to be wrapped up
and put in his casket.

But he wasn't dead.

He regained consciousness
and worked his mouth free.

-[device beeps]
-You saw this last time.

-I know...
-[device beeps]

...but I just thought
he'd freed his mouth to breathe.

But actually...

Look at that damage pattern.

It's distinctively up-down.

Can you turn
the lights down, please?

[Edwina] What are you
looking for?

[Grace] I'll tell you
when I find it.

Oh, wow.

[Grace] W-I-L.

[Edwina] Will.

He'd freed his mouth not to
breathe but to leave a message.

[Edwina] What is that?

I think... it's lipstick.

Why are you smiling?

Because I know whose it is.

And she's been asking
all about Hobson's will.

[woman] What were the changes
that you convinced Mr Hobson
to make to his will?

That his fortune would
go entirely to the Youth
for Democracy Movement.

[woman] The Egyptian
opposition party?

[Nenet] My mother is from Egypt.

You have no idea how women
still struggle for rights there.

So, I wanted to humiliate
my government.

So, once he told me
he would change his will,
I said I would reward him.

So, I did.

And once he was dead,

I left.

[woman] If you wanted the mummy
for your political party,

why did you put Mr Hobson
in the casket?

Because she didn't.

But I think I know who did.

I was actually
on my way over to...

to tell Howard I couldn't
work for him anymore.

And I found him...
like that,

trussed up like a pig.

[Nichols] And that's how
he could have been found.

You had other ideas?

Yes. So...

I got busy.

I knew where to find
the bandages.

I prepared him.

Made space for him

and set things to unfold.

So, you didn't know
Mr Hobson was still alive?

No.

You must have known you couldn't
have got him through Customs.

Of course.

And I knew she'd be there.

And I couldn't wait to see
the look on her face.

I knew with the mummy missing
and Hobson being in there,

that she wasn't gonna
slip away so easily.

There would have to be
an investigation.

She said that Hobson
changed the will so that the
opposition party in her country

inherited pretty much
everything.

Such a will would leave
Isabella penniless.

[Grace] Isabella Hobson?

The only happiness I've felt
in the last ten years
is being near Isabella.

Now, I don't know if she'll
ever love me, but at least now

she knows I love her.

How long is he away for?

At least eight years.

Oh, thank God.

I thought I might have to
take him to dinner.

[Harrow grunts]

[straining]

[wood splintering]

Okay.

-[ringtone plays]
-[sighs]

Lightheaded?
Disoriented? Thirsty?

Unpleasantly disposed.

You know, it's a shame you
couldn't apply your brain

to being an anaesthetist

instead of to being
a psychotic menace.

[laughs] Forget about
the analysis.
Nobody's got it right.

I got it right.

I put you in gaol.

Yes, but you don't know why.

Why you made
the mistakes I found?

Why I deserved
to be put in gaol.

-You killed those young people. -I did.

But are we born to kill,
Daniel, and suppress
the instinct?

Or are we born to protect,
and learn to be killers?

What do you think?

I think you learnt it,

though I don't know from where.

What happened, Francis?

What did you see?

It's not what I saw, Daniel.

It's what you're going to see
before you die,

before your air runs out.

[line disconnects]

[ringtone plays]

My phone...

What?

[cellphone chimes]

Shit.

Shit, shit!

Hey, it's me.

♪ Wants me 40 rounds of ball

♪ Shoot Crow Jane
Just to see her fall ♪

♪ She got to fall

Hey, Dad.

[cellphone chimes]

Yes, you bastard.

♪ Got to fall
She got to ♪

♪ That's the reason
I begged Crow Jane ♪

♪ Not to hold her head
So high ♪

Dad?

♪ Someday baby
You know you got to die ♪

♪ You got to lay down and...

[ringtone plays]

[voice shaking] Oh, no.

Oh... God, no.

♪ That's the reason
I begged Crow Jane ♪

♪ Not to hold her head
Too high

♪ Someday baby,
You know you got to die ♪

♪ You got to lay down...

[Harrow panting nervously]

[creaking on steps]

Hi, Fern.

[sobs] God, no.

No, don't. Fern!

[footsteps running away]

-[panting]
-[line disconnects]

Oh, well done, bub.

[relieved sigh] Well done.

[boy] How did he die?

No-one will tell me.

[clears throat] Well...

as one ages,

one's heart tends
to enlarge slightly

and the artery walls and
arterioles become thicker

and then the elastic tissue
within those walls
and arterioles is lost.

So, a condition that appears
regularly in the elderly

is something called "isolated
systolic hypertension"--

Your pop was old.

He had a lot to live for,

especially you.

But his heart just gave out.

-What's your name, hon?
-Will.

Will.

Listen, we think it was you
your Pop was thinking about
before he passed on.

So, let's just
sit with him a while?

You've reached Daniel Harrow.

Leave a message
and I'll return your call.

Yeah, get me
the Deputy Coroner.

Hinton speaking.

Doug, Bryan Nichols.

-Bryan, how are ya?
-Yeah, good, mate. Good.

Look, mate, sorry to put you
on the spot, but I was just
speaking to Maxine about Harrow.

And, uh, I need to know why
he forged her signature.

What exactly
was he trying to do?

Well, he's been trying
to get permission to dig up
Francis Chester.

What was that?

What was what?

The worst bedside manner
I've ever seen.

I used to be
a neurosurgeon.

Brain tumours,
they were my specialty.

I didn't talk much
to the patients.
I talked to the radiologists.

Until a boy came in.

A boy about his age.

He had a tumour entangled
in blood vessels.

Inoperable, everyone thought.

And this boy...

his name was Christopher.

He had three months to live.

Though I didn't
talk to patients,

but something made me
talk to Christopher.

He was scared.

He didn't want to die.

So I thought,

"No. I'm good.

He doesn't have to die."

So, against everyone's advice,
I convinced his parents

to let me operate.

Eleven hours.

Every hour, new blood vessels
to navigate,

and more tumour
to find and remove.

Eight hours in,

I realised there was healthy
brain tissue I had to remove.

So I did.

Did he die?

No. He lived.

But Christopher
was gone.

The boy who woke up,
he had lost speech,

he'd lost movement,
he couldn't feed himself,

he couldn't
recognise a soul.

So, I saved his life,

but the three months that he
could have had with his family,

I stole them.

After that, I found it
really hard to go with
confidence into a brain.

[sniffles] So here I am.

I didn't think
I'd have to care here.

But apparently,
I still do.

Tea?

I'll go tidy up.

[line ringing]

You've reached Daniel Harrow.

Leave a message
and I'll return your call.

[cellphone beeps]

[dirt falling]

[muffled shouting]

[beeping continues]

-[Steph] What did he look like?
-I don't know. Big.
I didn't see him.

-Well, if you saw him again,
could you identify him--
-Mum, I don't know!

Okay, but we're still
going to the police.

-But they don't believe me!
-They're going to believe me!

I'm calling Nichols.

[car engine starts]

[Steph groans] He's not
answering.

-What are you doing?
-I'm checking Dad's files.

I think I know who it is.

[Nichols] Jesus Christ, Harrow.

What the hell
is going on here?

[Steph] We are not
leaving the police station
until Bryan Nichols

tells me to my face
that we are safe, okay?

[Fern] I think
that could be him.

[Steph] What?

-The guy who attacked you?
-[cellphone rings]

-Cal, where are you?
-I'm at work.

Don't go to the Bettie.
It's not safe.

-TheBettie? Why?
-There was a man on there and...

Listen, I'm going to send you
a photo, of him, okay?

-Fish, what's going on?
-Cal, I think he wanted
to kill me.

-What?
-[line disconnects]

-Hey, mate.
-Hey.

Sorry I'm late.
I had a thing.

-That's all right.
-What's wrong?

Oh, just...

-Nothing, just worries
at home, you know?
-[cellphone chimes]

Oh. Nothing serious, I hope.

[horn honks]

[theme music]