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(Harrow) Previously on Harrow...

(Pavich) If Quinn is dead,
you know that Bryan will find the killer.

- That might not be Quinn.
- Well, we're diving again.

If we find that skull,
it'll be a done deal.

The Geneva Institute wants me.

That says:
"To Professor Maxine Pavich."

Are you stealing both our identities?

(Nichols) Quinn's phone.

We found a message on Quinn's
phone from Steph Tolson.

(Stephanie) That's it.
Now, when I find you, I'm gonna kill you.

Why are you here?
What have you found?

You know he always took care of that car.

(Nichols) In the last ten months,
has there been a claim made against it?

I don't think we can
tell Harrow about this.

It's a conflict of interest.
He was married to Quinn's wife.

Quinn's car has come up.

How do you know?

(Fern) I'm staring at it.

When were you going
to tell me about Quinn's car?

Don't you trust me?

(dramatic music playing)

(theme music playing)

(dramatic music playing)

♪ There is no other ♪

Using my exam room without
asking is one thing,

but that album is a first pressing.

And you're not rostered on until midday.
Why are you here?

(Harrow) I work here.

You, however, have an office two
flights up, remember?

Do you know how long it's been
since I've picked up tools?

(both) Seven years.

(Pavich) You know, they say you
never forget and they're right.

This feels really good.
Can you pass me that dish?

And I'm guessing the Geneva job
doesn't involve picking up tools.

No... it's pure academia.

But it's an internationally
recognized Institution,

it's great pay and there's
Swiss chocolate on tap

and I don't have to listen to you
and Fairley fight like cats in a sack.

Fairley's a bit more ferrety.

My dysfunctional forensic family.

You were prepared to walk away from us,
from all of this.

For my actual family.

(mobile phone buzzing)

(Harrow) What about Nichols?
Does he know you're thinking about Geneva?

No. Don't you dare say anything.

Yeah, Max, hi.
It's, uh, Bryan.

Um, just haven't heard from you
the last couple of days

and wondering if everything's okay.

So, ah, you just give us a buzz?

I miss ya, sweetheart.

(officers snicker)

Get back to work!

Sarge?

Quinn's car?

Yes. But look at the tires.

The ones on the left side are badly worn,
at least a couple of years old.

But, both tires on the right side...

Well, they look brand new.

Well, usually two new tires would go on
the front or the back, not on one side.

Okay, let's find out
where Quinn got those tires.

(up-tempo record plays)

♪ My baby ♪

- What are you doing in here?
- What does it look like?

But... but you haven't done an autopsy
in...

Seven years.

I almost forgot how
good she looked in scrubs.

But you...
I mean you can't...

You... You're not supposed to be
in here...

What are you concerned about, Lyle?

Are you worried that I might
have a change of heart about Geneva?

What?
Listen, of course not. Are you?

Deputy Coroner told me
you rang him about my job.

That's not very sporting of you, Lyle.

I mean, why shouldn't I? I have just
the write attributes for the position.

Is backstabbing an attribute?

You know, I really don't appreciate
the pressure this puts me under, Lyle,

and I certainly don't appreciate
you going over my head.

Until I make a decision...

this job is still mine.

If you'd like me to write you
a letter of recommendation...

Get out of my way.

Should I ask?

No. What are you doing here, anyway?

I thought you were heading up
the coast for Vivienne's birthday?

Ah, his name is still David, and I am
taking him to a resort for his 30th.

- We're leaving after lunch.
- Oh, good. You can finish up here.

- (stammers)
- (Harrow) Bye.

(mobile phone vibrates)

(Dass) Hey, it's me.
Fancy getting out of the office?

(camera shutter clicking)

Hey.
Early morning call for you?

- Sorry, I felt bad about waking you up.
- I felt bad waking alone.

Who's the boy?

Rhys Weir, 17-year-old
Alderly High School student

and member of the rowing squad.

It appears he's driven himself here
to take an early morning row,

slipped and hit his head
as he was trying to launch.

Oh, careful, there's algae.
It's pretty slippery.

I checked his temperature.

He's been dead for at least five hours.

- So, the time of death was...
- Two a.m. or earlier.

I know.

Who goes rowing
at two o'clock in the morning?

It was the State Rowing Carnival
yesterday.

All the local state
and private schools compete.

We were defending the title
for the eighth year in a row.

Unfortunately,
Rhys lost the single sculls event.

Mistimed his stroke and
the school lost the title by six points.

How did Rhys take it?

Did you see his Instagram post
from last night?

Hmm.

He was gay.

Yes, came out last year.

But his schoolmates, and the faculty,
have been nothing but supportive.

Well, not everyone it seems.

(Dass) Who's Luke Chambers?

One of Rhys's teammates from the quads.

That's him on the far left.

Luke's being eyed for
a scholarship at the Institute.

Very driven kid.

I've no doubt yesterday's loss
will put his scholarship in jeopardy.

Eight years in a row
and Rhys lost the trophy.

He must have felt a bit of pressure.

Not from the school.

What about his family?

You know it's just his father, right?

Yeah, we contacted him in Dubai.
He's returning on the next flight out.

Rhys lived by himself most of the time,
but he was very independent.

Feeling pretty low,

having ruined the school's
eight-year winning streak.

- (school bell rings)
- So you think Rhys went to the river

to try to, what, redo the event he lost
at two o'clock in the morning?

That's when the demons come, isn't it?

Mmm.

You're kidding me.

Is this you?

Top of the class.

I thought you went
to a private school with Fairley?

I did. Until I dropped out and came here.

Long story.

Do we have a CT scan?

Significant depressed fracture in the
occipital and parietal bones. And there...

(Dass) Bone fragments...

(Simon)
Being driven into the brain tissue.

Quick loss of consciousness

and rapid death from
an intracerebral haemorrhage.

So this poor kid blames himself
for losing the title,

heads out in the early hours to prove
to himself that he's not a loser...

Slips on the boat ramp and dies.

Being gay,
do you think that added to the pressure?

High school's hard enough without the
added bonus of coming out to your friends.

Do you want me to swab the wound?

- Do a full tox?
- Yes, then we'll turn the body.

What does this look like to you?

- (Simon) Scratches.
- A cold sore, maybe?

Mmm. Endocam.

(machine whirrs)

Thank you.

(blues record plays)

Look at the swelling
of his tongue and throat.

His windpipe is almost completely blocked.

- Anaphylaxis?
- (Harrow) Maybe.

Let's do a histamine test
and get a beta-tryptase count,

and we'll open his stomach and see
if we can find what triggered this.

I don't get it.

Going rowing at two a.m. is one thing,

but who goes rowing
when they're suffering anaphylaxis?

Well, the school nurse is
adamant Rhys had no allergies.

At least none that he told
the school about.

But we know that he was
exposed to something

that triggered an allergic reaction
just before he slipped and fell.

How long's it take for
anaphylaxis to kick in?

A severe attack?
Minutes, seconds even, after exposure.

So, whatever the allergen was,
he must have been exposed to it here.

Was there any food or drink in his car?

No. None in his backpack, either.

Can we take a look in the shed?

(Harrow) Do they keep
any food or drink in here?

Maybe in their lockers.

(Dass) No food.

Water.

Look at this.

So maybe it was written by
a jealous boyfriend or girlfriend?

- It doesn't help us solve the allergy.
- (mobile phone rings)

Did you find something?

There was no food in his stomach
or lower intestine.

He hadn't eaten all day.

But I did find traces of undigested
base proteins in his oesophagus.

- Such as?
- I'm still running the tests.

Hey, but get this.

His blood alcohol level was .02.

So he'd been drinking.

(Ash) We all came back
to my place after the carnival.

Me, Sean, Luke and Rhys.

(Dass) Mm-hmm. Why?

Mostly to make Rhys feel better.

He was feeling pretty sh...

pretty low, after the race.

We thought we might cheer him up.

Did Rhys ever have an allergic
reaction to anything?

What, like sneezing?

Choking.
Shortness of breath.

- What'd Rhys drink?
- (Sean) One or two vodkas, that's it.

- And he drove himself home?
- Yes. We...

We were all too...

We couldn't drive.

(Dass) When?

Rhys left first. About one o'clock.

- How did he seem?
- He seemed pretty happy to me.

Luke, did you write this?

Yeah, look, I was pretty upset, too.

Okay? It was a mistake.

We also found this in Rhys's locker.

Do you know who wrote it?

None of us wrote it.

(Dass) Ash?

- Luke?
- It wasn't us.

Do you know who it's referring to?

Did Rhys have a boyfriend?
Boyfriends?

What about you guys?

No.

I have a girlfriend.
We all have girlfriends.

What's this got to do with how he died?

Not quite the tight crew I expected.

No.

But it doesn't bring us any closer to
knowing what triggered his anaphylaxis.

Mm. I have to go
and lodge some paperwork.

Call me.

(dramatic music playing)

Psst, Harrow.

Have you, um, spoken to Maxine since
this morning about, you know, Geneva?

No, but what you said has given me
a chance to reflect,

and I thought if the job's
good enough for Fairley,

perhaps I should give it a shot.

What? No! No!
Absolutely not.

You are not management material.

- Says who?
- Says me.

You disregard protocols,

you have nothing but contempt
for your colleagues,

your office is a mess and do you
even know what a razor looks like?

I suggest that you leave
this one alone, Harrow.

If anyone's getting that head job,
it's me.

That's not what it sounded like.

Again, should I ask?

Again, no.

Lab results are in.

We found our mystery protein.

Semen?

Rhys had Seminal Plasma Hypersensitivity.

He was allergic to semen.

But not all semen, just the prostate
antigens of one particular male.

So he was giving oral sex...

Moments later, started choking.

(coughing)

(gasping)

So if it happened that fast...

The person he was with
would still be around.

Those semen traces you recovered,
do you think there's viable DNA?

If there is, I can get it.

What are you going to do?

We're asking all the boys
who were with Rhys the night he died

to provide a saliva swab for DNA testing.

Why?

Rhys had sexual contact with a male,
ah, just before he died.

And you're suggesting that
could have been my son?

- No...
- (father) My boy isn't gay.

- It's okay, Dad. I'm happy to do it.
- No, you're not.

That dead boy, Rhys...

he was gay and everyone knew it.

They also knew he lived alone,
he was unsupervised, he had a car.

He could have gone to a club, to
a boyfriend's house, to God knows where.

So why are you picking on my son
and maligning his reputation...

- Maligning no?
- (father) doors will close on him.

And I won't let that happen.

Well, we're left with no choice
but to seek an order.

Get it.
See how you go.

(scoffs)

(father) Sean.

(dramatic music playing)

(Nichols)
Robert Quinn... did you know him?

- Doesn't ring a bell.
- Hey.

Have another look.

'99 blue Commodore.

- Sorry.
- No, see that's funny, Leo,

because I have a receipt here
for two tires

sold by you to Robert Quinn 11 months ago.

Now unless you want to be charged
with obstruction of justice,

I suggest you stop pulling my middle leg.

Alright, take Mr. Little
down to headquarters.

(Leo) Wait, wait. Okay.

Yeah, I do remember Quinn
and his blue Commodore.

(Nichols)
That you fitted two tires to?

- Yeah.
- On the same side of the car. Why?

Because someone hacked into
the sidewall with a screwdriver.

- (mobile phone rings)
- Hey! Don't go away, Leo.

Nichols.

A skull? When?

But it's Harrow's case.

He should identify the skull.

You gave it to him.

And now I'm giving it to you.

(groans)
Fine.

(Pavich) And do me a favor?

Don't mention this to Harrow.

Why?

Hmm.

Shit!

(unzipping the box)

(dramatic music playing)

(scoffs)

(door opens)

Hey, you! Yeah, you!

Who the hell are you?

I've told you a thousand times,
that it's Robert's debt, not mine!

(phone rings)

Soroya Dass.

Soroya, hi.
It's Stephanie Tolson.

I'm used to having debt collectors
knock on the door at all hours,

but these guys...

Am I under surveillance?

- What?
- I don't know.

We still haven't identified
the bones we found in the river

as your husband, so... no.

It's just I thought with his car
coming up and it looking like,

like, er... Robert was murdered.

Is there any reason the police
might suspect you were involved?

No.

No.

They probably were just
debt collectors. I'm sorry.

(sighs)
Want one?

Oh, technically, I'm still on duty.

Tea?

- Sure.
- (laughs)

I'm sorry about the mess.

I'm just sorting through...
stuff that I don't wear anymore.

This is Robert Quinn's.

Where did you get this?
You said you didn't have any of his stuff.

Steph, you need to tell Nichols
about this. This is important.

Why?

Why would you not tell us
that you had this?

Because it's not your business.

(siren blares)

Shit.

Why didn't you tell me you
had her under surveillance?

You don't put someone under surveillance
without a good reason, Bryan.

You've found something, haven't you?

What is it?

(Nichols) That's why we brought you
in here, we figured you need to know.

Stephanie Tolson
is now a person of interest

in the disappearance of Robert Quinn.

(Dass) Steph?

Okay, Quinn's phone.

We found it in his car and
we've accessed his voicemails.

Soroya, this stays in this room.

- Yeah.
- This was left on Quinn's voicemail

the day before his car went into the dam.

(Stephanie) That's it. I've had
enough of this, you asshole.

When I find you, I'm gonna kill you.

Now, Quinn is insured for half a mill.

A payout like that would have
covered her debts nicely.

We've also discovered
that two of Quinn's car tires

were slashed less than a week
before the car went into the dam.

Pretty angry gesture.

Now, we know you went and saw Steph.

Did she say or do anything
to make you think

she was involved in Quinn's disappearance?

Sergeant?

She's got Quinn's wedding ring.

It's in the house.
I read the inscription.

Well, thank you, Soroya.

Wait.

I know the skeleton we found
had a ring finger cut,

but we still don't know
if the bones are Quinn's.

Our divers found a skull in the river.

Turbot Street's confirmed
it's Robert Quinn.

He was murdered.

And Steph Tolson's looking
pretty good for it.

(mobile phone rings)

Not a good time.

Julian Paulson's lawyer just rang.

Let me guess. He's appealing our
request for his son's DNA sample?

Yeah, and it gets worse.

Now, all the boys are refusing
to give samples.

- All of them?
- Mm-hmm.

We have to take this
all the way to the Supreme Court,

so it's going to be a few weeks

before we can rule any of those
rowing squad boys in or out.

Shit. Ah, okay.

- Look, I've gotta go...
- Daniel?

Just don't do anything stupid, okay?

(dramatic music playing)

(tire screeches)

- (knocking on door)
- (door opens)

Did you tell the other boys
not to give their DNA?

You shouldn't be here...

- Did you...
- No.

Then why have they changed their minds?

Why have you changed yours?

- Is it your father?
- No.

What's going on, Sean?

Let go of the door.

You don't need your father's permission
to give a DNA sample.

- You can go to the police yourself.
- Let go.

I just want to find out
what happened to Rhys.

He hit his head.
You said so yourself.

Yes... but I know that someone
else was with him when he died.

And I wanna find out who that was.

- I thought he was your friend?
- He was.

Then surely you'd want
to know what happened?

- No. I don't. I don't want to know.
- (door closes)

(dramatic music playing)

(door opens then closes)

(Dass) Hi. Fern.

Don't go. It's fine.

Hi.

- I'm Soroya...
- I know who you are.

You're the cop that found Robert's car.

Yeah.

Hey, can I ask you something, Fern?

Your mum and Robert,
did they ever argue, or...

- How bad did it get?
- I wasn't home. I wouldn't know.

Fern, do you know if...

Do you know if things ever
got physical between them?

You think my mum killed Robert.

No, Fern!

(mobile phone rings)

Hello?

You have to check in on Mum.
The cops think she killed Robert.

What? Why? What's going on?

Fern!

(indistinct chatter on police radios)

(Harrow)
Where's Nichols? Is he inside?

Is Nichols in there?
I need to know what's going on.

My ex-wife is in there! I want to see her!

If you don't leave the property,
we'll have no choice but to detain you.

(line ringing)

(mobile phone buzzing)

I don't think you should answer that.

Soroya Dass told you, didn't she?

- (Nichols) Why didn't you tell us?
- Because it's nobody's bloody business.

Where did you get it, Steph?

(laughs)
Where do you think? From Robert.

When? How?
I mean, come on, Steph.

We can do this down at the station
if you want.

I found it in my letterbox.

Okay. When?

I don't remember.

Did you see who put it there?

No, but who else would have put it there?

Can you give me a date?

No, because I didn't diarise it, Bryan.

Steph, where you on the third
of October last year?

- That was a Tuesday night.
- Why?

- Just answer the question.
- I don't remember.

Did you ever damage
the tires on Robert's car?

- (laughs) No.
- Did you ever have cause to threaten him?

Christ, did I threaten him?

Yeah, maybe. I don't know.
I don't remember.

Steph,
you're gonna have to give me something.

Why, you gonna arrest me for murder?

You know what Robert put me through.
You know what he was...

Bryan, I did not killed him.

(dramatic music playing)

(mobile phone buzzing)

Steph. What happened?

Think you should ask your girlfriend.

Hey.

What did you tell them?

- What?
- The cops raided Steph's house.

She said it was on your recommendation.

- Daniel...
- What did you tell them?

She had Robert Quinn's
wedding ring at her house.

And what?
That makes her a criminal?

I thought you liked her.

I do. I do like her.

I think you'd better go.

(stammers)

You okay?

I'm fine.

You don't look fine.

Why are you here at work?

I pushed through the DNA samples
on the seminal fluid we found.

And?

You pulled an all-nighter
to get these markers?

(sighs) I should have told you.

All the boys have refused
to give samples. Sorry.

Why the change of heart?

I think Sean Paulson's father
talked them out of it.

Alright, so where do we go from here?

- Is this from Police Scientific?
- (Simon) Yeah.

Yeah, there's nothing unusual
on Rhys's clothes.

It's just algae, dirt
and saltwater from the river.

- Huh...
- What?

Do we have the results
of Rhys's head wound?

Yeah. Here.

There's no traces of algae
in his skull tissue.

Right, so...

The ramp was covered in this stuff.

It was all over his clothes,
but none in his wound.

Let's shave his head and get
a cast made of the back of his skull.

Yeah.

Is this where he hit his head?

This is where the police think.

- Have you got the cast?
- Yeah.

This isn't the edge
that fractured his skull.

It doesn't match. Look.

This isn't where he fell.

So if he didn't hit his head here,
then where?

It's a match.

(dramatic music playing)

(door opens and closes)

What are you doing?

You need to leave.

Rhys was here the other night, wasn't he?

After the party.

You said he left early.

But you did too, right?

- (muffled conversation)
- Then he drove you home.

Was he your boyfriend?

Or was it your first time?

He gave you oral sex.

And then Rhys... began to choke.

(coughing)

- (gasping)
- What's wrong?

Rhys didn't hit his head
on that boat ramp.

It happened here, didn't it?

The grass was wet yesterday.
Someone had washed away his blood.

If it was an accident,
it's not too late to admit it.

So, please, Sean, tell me.

How did Rhys fall? Did he trip?

(door opens)

Get back inside.

And you, get off my property
or I'll call the police.

- I think you should.
- Get inside.

No.

You knew, didn't you?

- It's alright. Hey, hey, hey.
- (gasping)

Because you caught them together.

- Inside, Sean. Now.
- It's too late, Dad. They know.

- They don't know anything.
- They need to.

Shut up!

You're right.

Dad caught us.

He was so angry.

You just pushed him.

I told you to leave...

He was dying and we could have saved him.

We could have called an ambulance.

But you made us stand there
and just watch him die.

(Sean) No!

He... he's lying.
He... he's very upset.

Then you made me go with you
to the rowing shed.

- Sean, come on!
- (Sean) We dumped his body...

Hurry up!

Get in the backseat and get his feet.

(Sean) I wanted to tell you
the other day, but...

you still wouldn't let the truth come out.

(father) Because it's not true.

Okay, that other boy was gay,
but you're not!

- I am, Dad.
- This is his fault.

Okay, I warned him to stay away from you.

- I told him not to go anywhere near you.
- You wrote that note.

Hey! Hey, don't you touch him.

- Let him go!
- (grunts)

(gasping)

(Simon) Shit!

(dramatic music playing)

(speaking in foreign language) Son...

My son.

I thought if I accepted you...

other people didn't
accept you the way I do.

You had trouble at school, too,
didn't you?

Yeah.

And you know what?
I always thought a kid like Rhys

would have had it easier than I did.

But I guess the world hasn't changed
as much as we'd like to think it has.

Look, Julian deserved what he got today.

But you don't want to turn out like me.

- (door opens)
- No, I don't.

But I'm not going to stop caring.

I want you to take the night off.

Take Gregory...
and drive up the coast with David.

You're giving me the Fiat?

I'm loaning you the Fiat.

Oh, go on, quick, before I change my mind.

Hey, this is a really great incentive
for me to get my manual license.

What? Wait!

Simon!

(Dass) Steph!

- Steph!
- Please don't touch me.

Steph, look, I know that you're not very
happy with me right now...

but if there is anything
that you're keeping from the police,

anything at all...
you have to tell them.

Steph, they think you did it.

They think you killed Robert.

(dramatic music playing)

(mobile phone rings)

Steph.
What can I do for you?

- What night was this?
- Third of October last year.

Same night Quinn's car was
driven into the dam.

Yeah.

Steph admitted herself into hospital
at two p.m. that afternoon

and wasn't discharged till
later the following day.

She didn't drive Quinn's car into the dam.

No.

But that means we are back to square one.

♪ And I'm so hurt ♪

(thudding from above)

(footsteps approaching)

Steph has an alibi for the night
Quinn went missing.

Turns out she was in hospital.

- For what?
- Fractured rib.

She's no longer a suspect.

- I just thought you should know.
- What about the ring?

The divers found a skull.

It's Quinn's.

(mellow music playing)

That's you... who did that.

You found his car.

You found his phone.

You forced them to dive more.

That was all you.

Sorry.

- Oh...
- Yep?

Well, ahh...

I just wanted to speak to Max about, ah...

Oh, no, I get it.
Geneva?

Your secret is safe with me.

Right. Yeah.

- Tremendous.
- (Fairley) Yeah.

Why are we up here?

Well, it's just a little bit more private.

What is so important?

Geneva?

Who told you? Was it Lyle?
I'm going to throttle him.

Why didn't you tell me, Max?

Because I haven't made a decision yet.

What, and you didn't think
you should discuss it with me?

Well, I just... I didn't...
I didn't want to complicate things.

- Alright, well, that worked out well.
- (laughs)

So, what are you thinking?
Are you gonna take it?

I told you, I... I don't know.

- I... I don't want you to go.
- Bryan...

No, and I've been thinking.

And this might seem a bit sudden,
but I reckon we should get married.

(scoffs)

Married?

Yeah.

No, Max, I'm serious.

I want you to be my wife.

♪ After all this time ♪

Mmm.

She's got her mother's looks.

(Harrow)
Mm, and her father's personality.

Hmm. Don't wish that on her.

(chuckles)

(Dass) Oh, is that your father?

No, that's Jack Twine,
the man who saved my life.

I never told you how my father died,
did I?

I was 14-years-old,

an exceptional student
at an exclusive private school.

And one day, I came home...
to find my father...

had hung himself in the dining room.

(sighs)
I didn't take it very well.

I acted up at school, got kicked out.

But the man that got me back
on the straight and narrow was Jack.

He was the pathologist
that did my father's autopsy.

And he took me under his wing.
Taught me everything I know.

So, he knows all your deepest,
darkest secrets.

Every single one of them.

(Dass) What's in the fancy box?

It's an antique surgeon's kit.

A gift from Jack
from when I got my doctorate.

But enough with
the self-indulgent melancholy.

- More wine?
- Yeah, sure.

We're all out of wine.

(kisses)

(dramatic music playing)

Sarge.

Okay, September 27th.

Yes. The night before Quinn
bought those new tires.

Mm-hmm.

(Nichols laughs)

You've enlarged it?

(dramatic music playing)

Fern Harrow.

(theme music playing)