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(Harrow) Previously, on Harrow...

Section sampled and ready for analysis first thing tomorrow morning.

(Dass) You don't look too happy about that.

(Stephanie) Didn't Daniel resign?

Isn't he going to Bora Bora? No, Harrow changed his mind.

(Harrow) I don't love anything more than you.

I still so much want to go away with you.

(Dass) Still want to get that drink?

- You took too long to answer. - (Charlotte) You're screwed.

(Harrow) What do you mean?

You're under her spell.

(Harrow) Were you ever tempted?

To falsify evidence?

What did you do?

(tranquil music playing)

(car starts)

♪ You better get up for your mama ♪

♪ You better grab the best of your life ♪

(loud thud)

(turns off ignition)

♪ I know you're ready ♪

♪ To get older ♪

♪ Anyhow ♪

(Wayne) Yes, Scylla's gone, I'm afraid.

I know, we're all pretty blue about it.

The old girl was one of the first in the study.

Well, the vehicle did run right over her, but I'll let you know for sure.

All right, poor old girl.

Let's see what you've been eating.

And, voilà.

One crocodile stomach.

(inhales)

(coughs)

(theme music playing)

(ringing)

- Hello, Jack Twine's room. - Hi, it's Dan Harrow.

(Louise) Hi, Dan.

Sorry to call so early. I was hoping to catch Jack.

- Can you put him on? - Jack's just in the shower at the moment.

- Do you want me to take a message? - (Chuckles) Uh, no, thanks.

That's okay. Um...

- I'll call again. - No worries.

Bye-bye.

Thanks, love.

(soft music playing)

(phone rings distantly)

(phone ringing continuously)

(ringing and vibrating)

Hey! Who the hell are you?

- You're the prick who's been squatting. - Funny story about that.

(upbeat music playing)

(door lock beeps)

- Casual Tuesdays? - All in on a pair of twos?

- Threw 'em at a council worker. - That only happened once.

(chuckles)

- Is that the DNA profile of the bones? - Yeah. I ran it through the database.

- And...? - No match.

- And your divers, any sign of the skull? - No, they're still searching.

So in the meantime, it's back to the Missing Persons database,

which means that I need a really accurate idea

of how long he's been in the river.

- Six to 12 months. - And Lyle kindly volunteered to help.

How could you not want to help this woman?

Sweet. But help is only helpful when you're right.

- Meaning? - No, no, no, you're the expert.

What do you think?

I think the bones have been in the water for at least two years, probably longer.

Well, I can see how a novice might jump to that conclusion,

but aquatic immersion in sub-tropic waters

often accelerates degradation and leads to an overestimation

of post-mortem duration, particularly with the incursion

of biota in the bone cavities, like Sabatieria.

- Hmm? - WoRMS.

- Hmm. - But with regard to the Sabatieria,

of Nematoda, Comesomatidae,

I'm sure you've taken into conversation that their life cycle changes dramatically

when they're in that part of the river where salt and freshwater comingle.

Then their reproductive cycle is retarded by up to 300%,

vis Alsop and Paterson, 2005,

rendering any comparison to normal Sabatieria life cycles

completely unreliable.

(grunts)

(Fairley) Health and safety.

Anyway, so 24 to 48 months?

- Mmm. - (Dass) Okay.

And you'll keep removing those?

How could you not want to help this woman?

Mmm.

Hey, do I really need to read Alsop and Paterson?

Who?

What? Whatever for?

You two.

Why the Fukushima precautions?

Because the Parks & Wildlife officer who found this

ended up in a North Queensland hospital.

With?

Coughing, vomiting, nausea.

Exactly how I feel about North Queensland.

(sighs)

Daniel!

(scanner beeping)

Smells a bit like garlic.

Right arm of an adult Caucasian male.

- Elbow to wrist... - Twenty-eight centimeters.

I hate lizards.

- Sorry? - Nothing.

Epidermis and dermis quite decomposed, and we're not going to get any prints.

So how long dead?

Likely dead a couple of days before the croc ate his arm.

Then it's been sitting in reptilian stomach acid.

(sniffs) Can you smell that?

Do I have to?

Oh, Jesus. Does it smell of garlic?

Yeah, amongst other things.

See, I can't think of any Enterobacteriaceae

that gives off the smell of garlic.

What do you think knocked over the Parks officer?

- I don't know. - Bacteria?

Spores? Or something else?

What have you found?

(Harrow) That cut's too neat.

Crocodile teeth didn't do that.

- (Pavich) Murder? - (Harrow) No. Well, maybe.

I didn't say that.

So, what's your theory?

Someone cut away a tattoo post-mortem because it was a unique identifier?

Or perimortem for the same reason,

or while the man was still alive as a form of torture,

or he did it to himself as a radical act of self-harm.

I don't know.

It's impossible to say without seeing the body.

Hmm. Funny you should mention that.

I can't go to North Queensland.

There still might be some tissue in the crocodile's belly.

Why can't Elston do it? It's his jurisdiction.

Elston's busy with a bus rollover south of Cairns.

Why can't Fairley go?

He's preparing a presentation for the RCPA Conference.

Why can't you go? Get back on tools? Hands dirty again, yeah?

It's Fern's 18th on Friday. So, she's accepting your calls, is she?

- No. - Well?

Is Steph organizing a party?

- Not exactly, no, but... - Have you even bought a present?

- That I have done. - Okay.

I understand you want to be there with her,

but there is a dead guy up there somewhere who might have people missing him, too.

(sighs)

Oh, cheer up, Daniel. It's the tropics.

And give Kiriakos a call. Scenes of Crime want to send someone too.

Probably that Soroya Dass.

(principal) As you know, there's been another round of cuts,

and it means that the end of term, we have to review our staffing numbers.

- Sorry, everyone. - (indistinct murmurs)

It won't be you.

You look worried. It'll most likely be the new guy.

You're the Phys Ed teacher.

Jesse Walsh.

Stephanie Tolson. Steph.

And there's only one PE teacher and five Year 2/3 teachers,

so I'm putting my money on axing the part-time one.

(cell phone chimes)

(sighs)

(jet engine powering down)

- How awesome is getting out of the office? - So awesome.

- How awesome is this sunshine? - Awesome.

North Queensland's awesome.

(cell phone vibrates)

- Hey, sorry. - That's all right.

I'll meet you over there.

Hi.

- (Stephanie) What happened? - (Harrow) I'm going to need some context.

With Fern. I just got a text from her

saying she needs to see me, and not to give you her new number.

I did like you asked. I went to Lewison.

I tracked her down, but she's smart. She dumped her phone.

Sounds like she's got a new one.

- Where are you? - Airlie Beach.

- Work. - Who with?

- Nichols. - (Stephanie) Ah, Brian.

Lucky you.

When are you back?

I'll try and get back for Fern's birthday, just in case.

I got to go.

So, are we catching a cab?

Local sergeant's meant to be picking us up.

Ten bucks says that's our guy.

Oh.

- Need a moment? - I'm going to need more than a moment.

(Harrow) Double or quits he's an idiot.

- Sergeant Dass? - Hi.

Gabriel Capello. And this must be Doctor Harrow.

Huge admirer. We once had an electrocution up here,

so I read your paper on clots

resulting from sudden fluid build-up in the interstitium.

It was fascinating. Anyway...

- How was the flight? - (Dass) Awesome.

(tranquil music playing)

Who'd you have to kill to get transferred here?

Not a transfer. Born and bred.

Tell you what, it's the first time we've ever had anyone taken by a crocodile.

- (Dass) Any locals missing? - (Capello) None reported.

Why don't I see any boats out on the water?

Read your report. Tattoo excised from the victim's arm.

Sounded like foul play, so we locked down the harbor.

As you can imagine, everyone's furious with me.

(woman 1) Hey, Detective.

It's not going to bite, you know.

- I hate lizards. - Sorry?

I love new experiences.

(sighs)

Oh!

What's the worst thing you've ever smelled?

My sister's three-cheese pasta.

(exhales)

I didn't know you had a sister.

Oh! (coughs)

New front-runner.

(sighs)

- You going to examine the intestine? - Yeah.

- Do you mind giving me a hand? - Huh.

How long has this animal been dead?

Less than 24 hours.

This looks like it's been decaying a week.

What would accelerate that?

Some rat poisons do.

I remember dissecting some rats that had been given anticoagulant poison.

It literally broke down their organs into liquid.

(Dass) You think the croc ate poisoned rats?

There's no sign of rats in here.

But this...

Hmm. This looks like traces of human digestive tract.

So before it ate the victim's forearm, maybe it took a bite out of his stomach?

Hmm. I'll take some samples.

The only question is, where's the rest of our victim?

(Dass) I don't know,

but this GPS tracker might tell us.

Hmm.

There you go.

So these are Scylla's movements for the past couple of months.

You can see she roams pretty wide.

That's up to 90 clicks out to sea.

- (Dass) Is that her meat safe there? - (Wayne) I'd say so.

I could take you there, but the doctors won't even let me go home.

- That's too bad. C'est la vie. - No, we have to go.

Bruce could take them.

- (Capello) Bruce? - No, no, Bruce'll eat them alive.

You pretty bitches.

(Capello) You behave, Millicent Bruce.

And you two, good luck.

Come on, come on board.

First time croc hunting? Virgins. Oh, not for long.

You okay?

- Yeah. Great. - Good.

(Bruce) Ah, here we are.

That's Scyllar's meat safe.

Any uneaten food she'll have stowed in there.

- So how do we get it out? - Oh, we don't. You wade in and fetch it.

You got to be kidding.

Aren't these waters a little... crowded?

(gunshot)

That tends to scatter 'em.

(birds screeching)

Of course, they soon come back.

I reckon you've got about five minutes.

Well, why can't you go in?

I'm lookout.

I'm not doing this on my own.

I hate lizards.

- (sighs) - (Dass) Yeah, I figured.

Well, he's not here, so let's go.

You find something?

Can you give me a hand?

(gasps)

- (grunts) Wait. - Got something?

What's this?

- Oh! - What is it?

I don't know.

Oh, Jesus!

We found him.

- Hey, bub, how are you...? - Did you bring it?

What do you need your birth certificate for?

Oh, he's handsome.

- What's his name? - Callan.

Listen, it's your birthday on Friday...

- Mum. - ...and I thought

you might like dinner. I'll make your chocolate caramel cake.

- Your father's away. - Where?

Up north. Work.

So it'll just be you and me.

And Callan, if you like.

I'll think about it.

Right forearm's missing.

So is most of his stomach.

(camera shutter clicks)

His face is badly bloated.

Oh, my goodness.

- Ah, did you get it? - Mm-hmm.

(Dass) What is it?

A colorimetric gas detector.

Crystals in the tube change color when it detects particular gases.

This one turns red if it finds...

phosphine.

How do you get phosphine poisoning?

- By eating zinc phosphide. - That's a pesticide.

My uncle uses it to kill rats around his cane farm.

Yes, it hits the stomach acid and releases phosphine gas,

which is extremely toxic.

- So this guy ate rat poison... - And it killed him.

...and then the crocodile ate his arm and his stomach.

- And killed him too. - Best guess, how long dead?

Five, seven days.

What are you thinking?

Scyllar's GPS tracker showed that she went out to sea.

I want to know if there are any boats in this port

that crossed her path.

(Capello) I've checked with the Coast Guard.

There are three, and this is the first of them.

Hello!

Did you hear about the dead man?

Yeah, it's a small harbor. You can't keep secrets.

- You need to see the manifest? - Yeah.

We sailed here from...

Where were we last, angel?

- Norfolk. - Norfolk Island.

- And before that, New Caledonia. - And before that, Fiji.

- Where we got married two months ago. - (Alister) Mmm!

- Didn't make it to Bora Bora, did you? - No, we couldn't get there.

Hmm, know the feeling.

You haven't lost anyone overboard, have you?

We're on our honeymoon.

We didn't invite anyone else aboard.

When are you going to reopen the harbor? I need to get out of here.

Why are you in such a hurry?

Why? Don't you watch the news?

Trying to set a solo record.

- You had anyone else on board? - Seriously?

I don't have room to jerk off in there.

Red-blooded boy.

His boat smelled like teenager.

- What's the last vessel? - The Hiraeth.

Mr. Abalard, do you have a moment?

With harbor locked, I have nothing but moments.

Is this a John Linden Barrett?

You've got a good eye, sir.

The English are terrible cooks, but masters of the sea.

I'm Michael.

Daniel Harrow, Soroya Dass and that guy.

(chuckles) I think I need a drink. You're most welcome to join me.

- May the warm wind at your back... - Be not your own.

(laughs)

This is a large vessel to sail alone.

Ah, for some men, a willful girl like this might be a handful.

But I've known her for 20 years. I know all her ins and outs.

- And you've lost no one overboard? - Only my heart, to a beauty in Tuvalu.

Okay, I think we've seen enough.

Thanks, Mr. Abalard.

Indeed. She's a fine vessel.

Well, we still don't have any suspects.

Maybe our John Doe came off another boat that sailed right past.

I guess we fly back tomorrow and keep at his dental records

until I get an ID.

Listen, you guys are here another night.

You should come to my niece's party. Good food, wine.

A lot more fun than your hotel rooms.

- So I'll text you the address? - Yeah, great.

Great, see you there.

- Could be fun. - I don't know.

If I see one more beautiful Italian, I fear my eyes will actually burn out.

Oh, come on. I'll wear something nice.

("Soho" by Elki playing)

(indistinct chatter)

Hey, guys, you made it. Welcome. Off duty.

So, here. It's... it's homemade. It's family wine.

Sorry, it's not terribly sophisticated.

- Anyway, come through. Meet everyone. - Okay.

- Of course. Bloody delicious. - It's good.

(children laughing)

- Are you okay? - Absolutely.

What were you thinking about?

How our John Doe's killer got him to eat rat poison.

(clicks tongue) You're thinking about work.

(chuckles)

Where does that come from, that work ethic of yours?

From your father or your mother?

Ah, I would have to say my mother.

- Mm. What's she like? - Oh, my mother. Well... (sighs)

...like me, but with all the warm, social endearing aspects removed.

(laughs)

- Oh, I'd like to meet her. - I don't think you would.

Why?

♪ Tell me could you love me now Could you let yourself go ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Could you let yourself be Release your fantasy ♪

(all laugh)

♪ To be bad like me ♪

Hey, you're leaving.

- Yeah. - Oh.

I wanted to dance with you.

(laughs)

My daughter's turning 18 at the end of the week.

And you're here and not there.

Mm.

Daniel.

("Sweet Jane" by Cowboy Junkies playing)

♪ Anyone who's ever had a heart ♪

♪ Wouldn't turn around and break it ♪

♪ And anyone who's ever played a part ♪

♪ Wouldn't turn around and hate it ♪

♪ Sweet Jane... ♪

(ominous music playing)

(coughs and gasps)

(rings and vibrates)

Oh, shit.

Shit. Hi.

(Harrow) Are you sleeping in my office?

No. Yes.

- (Simon) How did you know? - The leather squeaks when you sit up.

- How come? - Well, you know, stuff to do.

- (Harrow) Right, I need a favor. - Yeah?

Now there's a magazine on the boat.

It's a catalogue of British yachts for sale, called British Yachts For Sale.

I'm looking for the June 2011 issue.

June 2011.

You're looking for a sales listing

for an original John Linden Barrett, 42-foot.

Okay, what if there's more than one listed?

(laughs) Do you have any idea how many original JLBs

- there are in the world? - No. No, I have a life.

You see, the thing is about JLBs is they're...

Okay, look, I'll get your boat porn.

- Good. I'll talk to you later. - Oh, oh, wait, wait, wait.

I put the river bones' concrete through the CAT scan.

And?

Well, the concrete didn't scan very well, but there's something there.

Something like what?

(Simon) Something like an orthopedic plate.

I'm going to dig it out.

Yeah, look, why don't you wait until we get back?

(Harrow) I'm sure Dass would like to take a look at it.

Okay.

Get me that catalogue.

(suspenseful music playing)

(thud)

(suspenseful music playing)

(footsteps)

(grunts) Oh, Jesus!

- Hi. - Hi.

- Does he know you're here? - Would I be here if he did?

He misses you.

You think it's weird, right?

He quit. He really was quitting.

- And then... - Fern...

I love him and I try and get inside his head sometimes,

but your dad's a kind of a selfish guy.

In the nicest possible way, of course.

(laughs)

Don't tell him I was here.

Hey.

Happy birthday. For tomorrow.

Thanks.

Got to go.

(Capello) That's Abalard's boat, the Hiraeth.

Only it's not the Hiraeth.

I recognized it as a John Linden Barrett,

and I remembered seeing one like it is in a sales catalogue.

But it's not just like it, it is it. Only here, it's the Gertie.

But, I mean, boats change names when they change owners.

Yeah, but Abalard claims he's owned it for 20 years.

(knocking)

Mr. Abalard.

Mr. Abalard, we would like to search your vessel.

(Harrow) If it is your vessel.

The Hiraeth is mine.

May we come aboard?

Not without a warrant.

Mr. Abalard, this is a simple investigation. It'd be easier...

Pathologists are not part of simple investigations.

You're investigating a murder. I have not committed a murder,

so you don't need to come on my boat.

- We'll get that warrant. - Ha!

Get the boat ready.

- So being a boat owner... - Yeah?

...is that a sound investment?

Well, you're asking the person that paid $5,000

for an autograph of Andrey Kolmogorov.

The mathematician?

Yes.

What's it worth now?

- I'd say about $3,000. - (thud)

- You sneaky prick. - (Harrow) He's getting fuel.

- He's leaving port. - No, he's not. You stay here.

(ominous music playing)

Oh, bugger this.

Mr. Abalard.

- You going somewhere? - Me?

- (grunts) - Hey, settle down.

- Mate, settle down. - Oh!

(grunts)

Peter Abalard, I am arresting you on suspicion of murder.

You have a right to...

Bastard!

(grunts)

(panting)

Oh, good, you found him.

(police radio chatter)

You okay?

Well, I'd rather not be sitting in the back of an ambulance.

You're gonna have to. Local rules prevail.

What are you gonna do?

The local yacht expert and I are going to inspect Abalard's boat.

(sighs)

You stay here, Doctor. I'll let you know if I need you.

- It's a nice boat. - Yes, she is.

Did I tell you it was a John Linden Barrett?

Yes, you did.

About 14 times.

(ominous music playing)

(hissing)

(gasps)

I hate lizards.

Lizard smuggler.

Big money for Australian reptiles on the black market.

You were right about his boat.

The registered owner of the Gertie is a 52-year-old Dutch national.

Fits the description of our poisoned John Doe.

What I don't understand is, if he's feeding rats to his reptiles,

why run the risk of having rat poison around?

We'll figure it out. Well done.

(indistinct chatter)

Never gave me time to lay a bet.

Where would you have put it?

On Abalard. But now that I've heard about your left hook.

And glass jaw, apparently.

Oh, either way they won't let me go until they've x-rayed.

Yeah?

(whispers) You're very beautiful.

- What? - What?

(sighs) This thing looks more dangerous to be in it than out of it.

(laughs) Rules.

- Sergeant Dass? - Hey.

I guess that's me. See you.

(cell phone vibrates)

- Hello? - You'll be pleased

to know old Hovard's kicked it.

So, whatever you have done,

your secret's safe.

(Jack) Unless of course there's something you want to tell me?

(coughs)

Capello, it's Harrow. Lena Penn has been poisoned.

Meet me at the Flyaway.

Hello? Penn?

Hello?

Hello?

(suspenseful music playing)

- (door opens) - (footsteps)

(ominous music playing)

Shoulda hit you harder.

Yeah, sorry.

I've got a hard head.

How much do you think you'll get for the Flyaway?

Two million.

How does this work? You hang out in some yachtsman's port,

scouting for some rich, lonely, middle-aged guy,

and Lena's the honey trap.

If you'd seen how quickly these idiots jumped at it.

She seduces and marries the poor sap...

the real Mr. Penn, in this case, who thinks he's won the lottery.

Sailing on a tropical honeymoon until garlic o'clock.

(ominous music playing)

(coughs)

(coughing)

(Harrow) Poison's a woman's weapon.

(coughing)

- (body thuds) - With hubby out of the way,

Lena took what you'd need to steal his identity.

(camera shutters click)

She dumps the body.

You come aboard, and she starts her special makeover.

And the boat's all yours, ready to sell.

After we come aboard asking questions,

Lena dumps the poison.

(coughs)

I don't like lizards.

The question is, will they like you?

I think they will.

You can stop trying to undo my knots now.

It's too late.

No, I'm serious. I cannot stand lizards.

(both grunt)

(screams)

(blows horn)

Aah!

(panting)

(drop bar)

Bloody hurts, doesn't it?

(jazz music playing)

(engine starts)

- You've got three in your cells now? - It's a full house. That never happens.

We'll be talking about this for a while.

So if the body's the real Mr. Penn, what about the owner of Abalard's boat?

The Dutchman? Apparently he and Abalard are partners.

No wonder he wasn't talking.

What about Mr. Penn's body?

We've contacted his daughter.

They're estranged, but she'll come here to collect his remains.

Doctor, here. It's birthday cake.

You left the party before you could try some.

- Grazie. - Prego.

- Thanks for your help. - See you soon, yeah?

Of course. Perfect.

And, Doctor? You're welcome here anytime.

Good cake.

(serene music playing)

(cell phone rings and vibrates)

Hello.

- (Stephanie) Still up there? - No. No, I'm back.

How do 18 years go by so fast?

(match scratches)

(Harrow) Do you remember when it started?

It was December.

Everyone was backing up, freaking out about Y2K.

And I was freaking out whether the hot young teacher

I was seeing that night would say yes.

(Stephanie) It was quite a yes.

She's quite a girl.

Why don't you come over?

You think I should?

No.

Good night.

(playing notes)

(Callan) What do you think?

Fish.

- It's great. - I think it's pretty good.

(hums)

(Simon) Okay, the river bones.

I know you told me to wait.

- You got them all out? - Oh, you're going to love this.

I got the radius, and it is an orthopedic plate.

I should have waited, I know.

Look at this.

See? It's a serial number.

We can look this up and find out exactly who this guy is.

(suspenseful music playing)

(theme music playing)