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(Harrow) Previously on Harrow...

- You need me. - Don't need anyone.

What if I quit, and you and me, we sail to Bora Bora?

Fern, I'm sorry. I have to stay.

(Fairley) We're not in the "why" business, Harrow.

We're in the "what happened" business.

(Nichols) Sergeant Soroya Dass, new Scene of Crimes,

just up from Melbourne. Dr Daniel Harrow. Prick.

(Dass) So, this is where you live.

There's something I want to show you.

Fishermen found something down there this afternoon.

Knew you'd love it.

- A finger. - Looks mechanically cut to me.

- (girl 1) My feet hurt. - (girl 2) Quit complaining.

(girl 1) Yeah, well, this is fantastic. Great shortcut.

(girl 3) Hey, you both wanted a shortcut.

(girl 2) I didn't want Miss Jackson to kill us.

- (girl 1) But she will if she... - Here! The track? See?

I told you. Come on!

Come on!

(suspenseful music playing)

What's the problem now?

(thud)

(flies buzzing)

(opening theme plays)

(Fern) The person you've called is not available.

- Please leave your message after the tone. - (beep)

Fern, it's me.

Please, let me talk to you.

You didn't give me a chance to explain.

I can't leave a message, so...

(sighs) Call me back, OK?

Please.

(thud)

(suspenseful music playing)

(Pavich) I can't believe you did that.

(sighs)

You resign, you un-resign.

You gonna quit again?

I can't see that happening.

(laughs) You're an idiot.

OK. The, uh... the river bones case.

- Yes. - It's just bones, so...

I thought it would make more sense to give it to Fairley, given his expertise

with orthopedics, but then...

- you seem to love a mystery, so... - I do.

- So, you or Fairley? - You or Fairley, what? Oh, shoot.

Me or Fairley do the his or hers shoe and handbag photo spread

for Humblebrag Weekly.

- Hmm... - What?

I say give that to Fairley. I'll take the bones.

Good, 'cause CIB are turning up this afternoon looking for an update.

Do I want this? No.

Do I want to flick it to Homicide? Yes. Can I? No.

Not till it looks like murder.

Well, it looks pretty murder-y to me. Looks kinda gangland.

Very gangland.

Plus, there was a finger bone deliberately severed... possibly post-mortem?

- Possibly. - (Nichols) Do you have a skull?

(Dass) We're still diving.

(Nichols) Well, how long was he in the water for?

- It's very difficult to say... - Well, roughly.

- Roughly between two and six years. - (Nichols) Two and six...

Do you have any idea how many people are reported missing in Australia every year?

- Thirty-eight thous... - 38,000.

Over six years, that's...

- Two hundred... - 228,000.

Now, admittedly, half of them are women, and two-thirds of them show up

and Queensland's only a fifth of the population,

- but that still leaves a pool of... - 15,200.

Well, it's a shitload of missing persons.

God, do you have any clue who this guy was?

None whatsoever, but I do have the nation's top pathologist.

(sighs)

You should be able to get a profile, right?

There's some big bones still intact.

(clicks)

- Do you wanna talk? - Nope.

I want to talk.

Yeah, but we'll just end up on Macklemore and cool sculpting again.

You resigned, and now you're back.

Has something happened? Something changed your mind?

Nothing changed. That's the point.

I think this is just one guy. No double-ups.

We are still missing a bunch of bones.

The top vertebra, clavicle, patella, the skull.

- Do you think he was beheaded? - No.

There's no sign of it.

Skulls detach and roll around,

and with that current, it could be anywhere downstream.

Well, we'll need a big bone for the sectioning. What about the humerus?

I think we should sample a bone from the concrete.

A femur would be best.

Well, it's pretty well stuck. It'll take a while to get out.

Well, then, let's take our time and get it right.

(phone buzzes)

- Harrow. - (Dass) Feel like getting some sunshine?

(police radio chatter)

(Nichols) What do you need?

(Dass) Everyone away. I want this whole area cleared.

(Nichols) Gentlemen and ladies, let's get outta here.

(Dass) Come on. Out.

(police radio chatter)

Think anything's gone?

Like what?

Like her heart. Full moon last night.

Ask any cop. Full moon's when the crazy happens.

Well, it'd be hard to tell yet.

(sighs) Been here a few hours.

- Hm, ambient temp. - Not much hypostasis.

Not much blood left in her.

Yeah, but I can't see any blood spatter.

- You? - Hmm.

I think she was dead when she was cut open.

- Yeah, that looks like a sharp knife. - We'll start a search for that.

(grunts)

(camera shutter clicks)

Dass! Got a sec?

(Nichols) The boys found a car.

(Dass) She was a ride share driver?

Yeah. Philippa Wedburg. Forty. Single mother.

- Phone's still here. - Exactly.

We're talking to the family to see if we can get the passcode.

- Hey, uh, seal this area off, too? - Yep.

(ominous music playing)

- See any footprints? - No clear ones.

(grunts)

- (indistinct chatter) - (camera shutter clicking)

- (Dass) She fell? - (Harrow) Or was pushed.

- (Dass) Did the fall kill her? - Possible, but...

Oh! There.

Look, it's rough.

Hmm.

Another one here.

Look at this. What's that shape in the middle?

- I don't know. - (phone rings)

- Heya. - (Nichols) We've unlocked the phone.

We found the name of her last booking.

(dog barking)

- (man 1) On the ground! Get on the ground! - Shit!

- (all shouting) - On the ground now!

(groans)

And I saved the day. And the gamekeeper said, and I quote you this,

"This has never happened before."

Is this Fairley's lion cub story? Oh, I love this one.

I just met Dr Fairley. He has an excellent reputation.

- Mm. - What do you want, Harrow?

I want to hear the sad part, where the lion cub gets killed by your Jeep.

- Oh! - N-no, I... it was...

(smirks) Pleasure to meet you, Soroya.

Lyle.

I heard you made an arrest.

Yeah, but the guy's denying any knowledge of using ride share last night.

He claims his phone was stolen.

- Hmm. - (stretcher whirring)

Ready?

("In the Evening When the Sun Goes Down" playing)

♪ In the evening ♪

(Simon) Skin here on this palm heel is abraded.

(Harrow) Yeah, same.

She fell a few times.

(panting, grunting)

(Dass) OK, I'm gonna fingerprint now.

- (device beeps) - Pass me the endocam.

(electronic noises)

(Harrow) There's a cut on her chin.

I think someone held a knife under there.

(man 2) Get out of the car. Move.

- OK. Mind helping us out? - Hmm.

No sign of sexual trauma. You'll swab and confirm?

Mm.

One large incision from just beneath left clavicle,

parallel with and five centimeters left of the sternum.

Seventeen centimeters. Clean, confident cut.

- Confident? You mean experienced? - Mm, and in a quarry.

- Aztecs. - Yes!

The Aztecs sacrificed humans

to console the spirit of the god monster Tlaltecuhtli

who was torn apart to create earth and sky.

- This happens. - I see.

Tlaltecuhtli liked her hearts beating, whereas Philippa here...

- Was dead before she was cut open. - Mm, and her heart is still here.

No, the killer wasn't trying to remove her heart,

he was removing something from her heart.

Like a bullet.

Mm. If it was, he knew exactly where to find it, and that's lucky.

(phone beeps)

Let's remove and sample her heart.

(Dass) I have to go. I'll take these to Scientific.

Call me.

She's nice. Good in the room.

She's horrible. She's a cop.

They're just as bad as pathologists.

(bone saw whirs)

OK. That's everything ready for Histology.

- (Simon) Can I close? - Mm.

- Have we missed something? - Like what?

- (phone buzzing) - Mm.

- Oh! Can you get that? - Hi! Soroya.

- Oh, Harrow thinks you're horrible. - You're a pain in the ass.

Oh, horrible and a pain in the ass.

No, no, no, no, no. Simon was dropped on the head as a child.

Hm. Here I was gonna ask you for a drink.

A drink?

What, like a drink drink, at a bar?

Like a drink-drink at a bar.

- When? - (Dass) Now.

(tranquil music playing)

(Nichols) Listen, we might need a list of staff members

that were working on the night,

and the last six months as well would be...

(door closes)

- A word, Sergeant. - (Dass) Yep.

He is not one of us.

I know that, but I think he could be helpful.

- (Nichols) I understand your position... - You're popular.

Yeah. But those I don't kill, I make stronger.

- (chuckles) - Stop bothering the girl, Harrow.

- These security cameras, they work? - Yeah. Yeah, in the back.

So, whoever had the phone, did Wedburg pick them up outside?

Nope. No, it was booked from a vacant lot on the other side of the rail line.

No cameras, no nothing.

(Dass) There. That guy at the bar.

Go back. Replay that.

(clicks)

(Nichols) This is our man.

And his phone.

(Nichols) There.

(clicked pause key)

Well, that's as useful as a chocolate teapot.

What now?

I'll get the uniforms door knocking for other cameras on the street.

I'm gonna find Mr. Check Shirt.

(Harrow) Why did you invite me here?

Heard about you when I was still in Melbourne.

That you like to get involved.

- Hm. What else did you hear about me? - That you don't listen. You're conceited.

Your shaving skills are lacking. You're a loose cannon.

- Still want to get that drink? - (exhales)

You took too long to answer!

Shit. Yes!

We'll see.

You're screwed.

What do you mean?

You are under her spell.

This one.

(mellow music playing)

- (rattling) - Bingo.

- Got it. - (Jamaican accent) See?

Everything gonna be awright, girl.

(chuckles) Idiot.

Fern.

Didn't think my playing was that bad.

I came down with her immunisation papers thinking you might need them. I find this.

I ring Maxine.

"Didn't Daniel resign? Isn't he going to Bora Bora?" "No!

- Harrow changed his mind." - Steph...

No! Just...

She knows how much you love that guitar.

If this is what she does on the outside...

How could you let her down like that? Again?

It's...

(sighs) I don't think I'm gonna want to talk to you for a while.

("If You Gotta Make a Fool of Somebody" plays)

♪ If you gotta make a fool of somebody ♪

♪ If you gotta make a fool of someone ♪

♪ Do you really have to hurt me ♪

♪ I'm the one that'll worry ♪

♪ About you ♪

♪ If you gotta make a fool of somebody ♪

♪ If you gotta make a fool of someone ♪

♪ Do you really have to hurt me? ♪

♪ I am the one that loves you ♪

♪ I love you ♪

- ♪ Always true ♪ - ♪ I want you ♪

Re-examination of Philippa Wedburg's heart.

CAT scan identified small foreign object.

Revealed on physical examination to be...

...splinter of wood.

Oh! Don't do that! I think I can get this femur out.

Leave that. Look at this.

- Ash. - European ash.

A wood favored by traditional European fletchers for making arrow shafts.

- Wedburg was shot by an arrow. - Mm, think about it.

If she were shot with an arrow with, say, a barbed head,

it wouldn't pull out. It would have to be cut out.

And in the process of cutting it out,

the killer nicked off a bit of arrow shaft. European ash.

OK.

So, how are you gonna find out who makes European ash arrows?

Oh, I'm not. You are.

(Simon) Is this what you spend your spare time on?

Honestly, it explains a lot.

- (phone buzzes) - Just find out who in town

sells arrow shafts made of ash.

And check in with the organics lab. They have the splinter.

Well, if you already know it's made of European ash,

then what are you looking for?

I'll tell you when I find it.

(crickets chirping)

(knock on door)

What?

- Oh, thank buggery. - How are you, Jack?

Any better and I'd be dangerous.

Stout fellow.

Ahh.

- Mm. - How are you, Jackie?

- Visitor? - Piss off, Hovard.

How's Maxine?

Oh, Maxine's fine.

And your protégé?

As usual, annoying and thorough.

- Ah, my protégé was annoying and thorough. - (chuckles)

So, what's wrong?

(sighs)

A body's come up.

I think he might be a guy that would have best been forgotten.

Jack.

Were you ever tempted...?

To falsify evidence?

Get the door.

I never told anyone this.

Not even Pam.

There was a girl on my table.

Exotic dancer, apparently. Couldn't have been more than 19.

Impacted skull. Broken hyoid. Strangled.

And I knew who did it.

This copper.

Evil, violent bastard.

Then a second girl, streetwalker, turned up similar.

And then a third.

I knew it was this mongrel

killing these girls, but he was untouchable.

Except... I had his blood.

He provided it to exclude him from a previous crime scene.

All I needed to do was put a drop of his blood

on that girl's blouse before it went to Scientific.

What did you do?

Nothing.

I couldn't do it.

And it was six years before he went down for corruption.

And another girl died.

I think of that.

(ominous music playing)

(light moaning)

(gasps) (groans)

- (Harrow) How's the pain? - Ah, much better.

Ah. Love you, Pammy.

- (serene music playing) - (chuckles)

(ominous music playing)

(whimpers)

No, please!

(suspenseful music playing)

(Dass) So you're saying that imprint is from a crossbow?

Some crossbows are cocked by the user putting a foot into a stirrup

and drawing the string up to the nut.

OK.

European ash, which I found in Ms. Wedburg,

was commonly used to make crossbow bolts.

- Commonly? When, commonly? - Middle Ages.

A European medieval crossbow bolt.

It's not an everyday item.

A unique identifier.

Which is why our killer took the time to cut it out of her.

So, where do we find a European crossbow bolt

in not-medieval not-Europe?

Simon has his uses.

(man 3) Yeah, I sell a few of 'em.

Crossbows are Category M weapons.

Yeah, that's why I check the licenses of all my buyers.

And I make sure I wait the appropriate cooling-off period before delivery,

and I tell you lot of all my sales.

- Ash bolt. - Yeah.

- Maple vane? - Yeah.

Attached with rabbit hide glue.

What do you want?

Do you know this woman?

Been to Brisbane recently?

I don't go to Brisbane. It's shitty.

Oh. You make the bows, you sell the bows,

and we trust you to tell us who buys the bows.

I can see a loophole or two.

And if someone wanted a bow, but didn't want it reported?

(sighs)

You gave someone a crossbow off the book.

Who?

- I don't know anything. - Hm.

Well, I know that illegally supplying

a Category M weapon could get you a 10K fine,

and I also know that supplying a restricted weapon

that's been used in a murder could get you five years inside.

- VKR, this is Whisky 589... - Wait.

- (moaning) - (Dass) What a naughty boy.

- (Harrow) Giving away a crossbow? - Well, giving away a crossbow for sex.

(Nichols) Did you get their names?

They take off their masks?

Well, yeah, but not in the room.

Can you describe them?

- (moaning) - Yeah, no, not really.

Um, they were, you know...

- What? - Hot.

Can you give me something? Were they a couple?

Yeah, I think so.

- (groaning) - Ugh.

(Harrow) What's that pattern?

- I don't know. It's not clear. - (howls)

And they took the crossbow and bolts and left.

(Nichols) There we go.

See him? Get onto the tech guys.

I want to find that guy and his girlfriend.

Is this clear enough for facial recognition?

You bet your ass it is.

(tires screeching)

(police radio chatter)

Why are you releasing him? Are you happy about this?

No, but Wedburg's car was a mess of DNA,

and we didn't find any of their DNA on her clothes.

Anna, the girlfriend, denies being in the sex tape with your bow maker.

No crossbows or bolts in their house.

Although we did find a heap of iffy shit.

Iffy like what?

Books. Black magic, Druid stuff, lunar charts.

Full moon.

(no audible dialogue)

Oh, this sucks.

Settle down, tiger. We'll get him.

(phone ringing)

Sorry.

(phone ringing)

- (phone ringing) - (police radio chatter)

I'm sick to the nuts of you, Harrow.

What's wrong with Blake Poyner's left hand?

How did you know...?

OK, fine. Ah, Poyner attempted suicide as a teenager.

He, uh, severed the tendons in his left wrist.

But listen, Harrow, we've got this now, OK? Leave it alone.

(knocks on door)

- Yes? - Anna, hi. Daniel Harrow.

Is Blake home?

Uh, not yet. Excuse me, I don't understand.

You can't be here.

You need help, Anna.

Why? Are you a lawyer? We can't afford a lawyer.

Ah, what a terrible business.

Wasn't you in that sex tape, was it?

The police already searched everything.

Don't mind me.

(ominous music playing)

- This is Blake's stuff, right? - (Poyner) It is.

And you can't be here without a warrant.

- Well, I'm not a cop. - Well, then I can break your face.

- What, with your good hand? - Blake...

It wasn't you that shot Philippa Wedburg, was it?

And it sure wasn't your girlfriend here. So, who did?

You'll never know.

Someone's protecting you.

Who made you that?

She must be very special.

You'll never know.

- (Simon) A candle. - Yes.

You ever heard of the Cimetière des Saints-Innocents?

Cemetery of the Innocents.

Paris, yes.

In the late 1780s, it was literally overflowing with corpses.

So it was closed, and all the bodies, thousands,

were exhumed and moved to a quarry, which became catacombs.

What was left were tons of margaric acid. A lake of human fat.

So the government told the soap makers and tallow chandlers to have at it.

Paris was not short on candles that summer.

What's that?

- The wick. - Yeah, I get that.

What's it made of?

Human skin.

And I want to know whose.

- (knocking) - (door opens)

Oh, Daniel, look at you.

You used to be such a handsome young man.

- What happened? - Life, Carol.

Look...

about that DNA from the candle...

Shut the door.

We're avoiding a scandal.

Vice Chancellor does not want splashed all over social media

the fact that one of our students was caught stealing cadaver parts.

- Caught and reprimanded? - Caught and expelled.

I don't suppose there's any chance you could tell me who it is?

(ominous music playing)

- (line ringing) - It's Harrow.

Remember that girl from the bar?

Charlotte?

(chimes tinkle)

(ominous music playing)

(clatter)

(gasps)

Did you follow me?

'Cause I shook the cops, but I didn't see you.

I didn't follow you. I worked it out.

Who else knows?

Oh, heaps. I'm a blabbermouth.

- Just kill him, love, like you said. - Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

So, what do you want?

I want to know you.

I want to know what it feels like to hunt.

(Philippa) Just take the car. Take it all.

Run.

Run!

(cries)

I want to know how it felt when you chased her under the moonlight.

- (barking) - (Philippa screams)

Like wolves.

Like wolves.

(barking)

- (snarling) - (Philippa grunts, whimpers)

Let me.

Blake wanted to shoot her.

But...

His bad hand.

(whimpering)

- Idiot. - Oh, God, no!

(groaning)

(crying)

- Please! I have a daughter! - (crossbow fires)

(Harrow) You couldn't lift her out of there.

But you couldn't leave the arrow inside her,

so...

(punctures skin)

I envy you...

how you hunt.

Just you, your bodies, your weapon of wood, your power.

The power in that bright moment

when you have your prey within your sights.

The choice is all yours.

To spare a life... or to take it.

The power it takes to pull that trigger, so small, so beautiful,

that sends death on your command.

That's what I envy.

The power in you that says,

"Now is the time...

to kill."

Get back.

- It's time to go. - Let him.

You missed the woman, didn't you, Blake? But you won't miss me.

Let him have his reward.

He loves you. He's under your spell.

Take it, love.

You're a clever man. What a shame.

I'm used to it.

(bow cocks)

- (Poyner) Kill him! - (sirens approaching)

Go!

- (sirens wailing) - (tires screeching)

Drop the knife! Put down the knife!

Down! Get down!

Down on the ground.

(police radio chatter)

- Why would I short-change you? - I dunno.

What would happen the next time I needed you?

I dunno, mate. Hundred...

Is this why they kicked you out of the force, Lewison?

What's that, healthy paranoia? Heh!

Chronic stupidity.

Heh.

So, what's her number?

(sniffs)

(muttering)

All right.

Good luck. Yeah. (sniffs)

Daughters are precious.

Fern?

Fern.

Are you in there?

I'm sorry.

I wanted...

(sighs)

I still so much want to go away with you.

And I wish I could tell you why I can't.

I was gonna tell you.

I so want to tell you, but...

I think it's better that I don't right now.

And I'm not being selfish this time,

and I don't love my work more than you. I don't love anything more than you.

Listen, if you're in there...

let me in. Please?

(melancholy music playing)

Idiot.

(door opens)

(beep)

- So this is the bony sections? - (Simon) That's our femur.

It's heavier than you'd think.

It's a pretty fine powder.

Yeah, which we leave for the technicians.

So, you finally got that femur out. (clears throat)

Sectioned, sampled, and ready for analysis first thing tomorrow morning.

- You don't look too happy about that. - Oh, no, I am. That's great work on that.

That'll really speed things up. Heh.

But, uh, it's late. Why don't you go home and see David?

Half hour, tops. I'll just go and clean up Exam One.

Are you OK?

Yeah. Fine, uh...

- I'm good. - Mm.

We're almost finished here, apparently.

If you're not busy, maybe you want to grab that drink?

Or another night, maybe.

Sorry. Yeah.

(sighs) There's just one more thing I need to do.

Sure.

(insects chirping)

(knocks)

It's OK, Mr. Hovard. It's OK.

(door closes)

(sighs)

(beep)

(ominous music playing)

(tense music playing)

(theme music plays)