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(Harrow) Previously on Harrow...

(Nichols) Our divers
found a skull in the river.

Turbot Street's confirmed
it's Robert Quinn. He was murdered.

Do me a favor.
Don't mention this to Harrow.

You have to check in on Mum.

- Doctor...
- My ex-wife is in there.

- I want to see her!
- You have to give me something.

Why, are you gonna arrest me for murder?

(Harrow) The cops raided Steph's
house on your recommendation.

What did you tell them?

I do remember Quinn
and his blue Commodore.

That you fitted two tires to.
Why?

(man) Someone hacked into
the sidewall with a screwdriver.

(Nichols) Fern Harrow.

(Harrow) No, that's Jack Twine.

Taught me everything I know.

So he knows all your deepest,
darkest secrets.

Every single one of them.

(praying in foreign language)

Amen.

(soft music playing)

(grunting)

(muffled moan)

(muffled sigh)

(theme music playing)

(knocking)

- Come in.
- (door opens)

(Dass) Jack, hi.

Dass.

- (door closes)
- Soroya.

Join me for a nightcap?

He doesn't know you're here, does he?

No.

You like him, don't you?

I do too.

Never had a boy.
Or a girl.

Pam and I tried but...
she couldn't.

I wanted one.

So much.

So I was left with a choice.

Leave her, remarry,
make a mark, leave a legacy.

Or... stay.

- And you stayed.
- I loved her.

I chose her.

And you still left a legacy.

What fatal flaw are you looking for?

(dramatic music playing)

Would Daniel ever break the law?

No, come on now, we'd all break
the law for the right reasons.

Why?

His ex-wife, Steph,
her husband was murdered.

That Quinn Bloke.

You knew him?

I know he fleeced Dan's ex
for half a million bucks.

When did he die?

October third, last year.

And you're here to ask me what?
Could Daniel have been involved?

He is... secretive.

And you know his secrets.

If... he did something...

something wrong, I need to know.

No wonder he likes you.

It was nice to meet you, Jack.

(door opens and closes)

(dramatic music playing)

(zipping, water splashing)

They found it.

I woke up early this morning

wondering why Fairley and Pavich
were being so hush-hush.

Now we know.

Why didn't they tell us?

It was me they didn't want to tell.

(scoffs) Why not?
What did they think you were going to do?

I don't know.

(mobile phone vibrating)

- (beeps)
- Hello, Jack, are you okay?

(Jack)
No mate, I'm dead.

I've decided to haunt you
through the mobile network.

Are you busy?

(Nichols) This is security footage

from taken outside the Bowen Hills Racing
Club, September 27th last year.

And, as you can see, it shows Quinn's car.

Both right side tires slashed.

(suspenseful music playing)

So, we want to talk to Fern Harrow.

Now, here's some places you can start.

This is her mother's house.
And that's her father's boat.

But she's very comfy laying low.

What's the charge?

Well, we just want to talk to her.

But we are compiling a brief
of evidence for a charge of murder.

Are you thinking that a girl her size
put a man like Quinn into the river alone?

Well, at this stage, Phil, we don't know.

But I think we all have to assume
that she had some help.

Her boyfriend, Callan Prowd.
We all clear?

Actually, I don't have
a death certificate yet.

That's why I'm ringing,
because I need to know what will happen

if he is declared dead.

I think the police think
that he was killed.

Ahuh. Yeah,
I need to call you back.

Thanks.

Hi.

Is that what the cops think?
That Robert was murdered?

I don't know.

You seem pretty sure.

Well, I'm not.

I want to know.

I don't know anything.

Why did the cops search our house?

Are you hungry?

It was to do with Robert, wasn't it?

Were... were they gonna
arrest you?

Please.

- You're not telling me everything.
- Well, I don't know anything else.

So why the life insurance call?

Honey, I...

have to...
Why do you want to know all of this?

- I want to know about Robert.
- Why?

'Cause he hit you.

And I know you went to hospital.

(dramatic music playing)

I was okay.

I don't trust that
he won't hurt you again.

I need to know if Robert's dead or not.

(knocking on door)

- Can you just wait, please?
- Yep.

- (Stephanie) Bryan.
- (Nichols) Hey, Steph, mind if we come in?

(Stephanie)
I'd rather you didn't.

Well, search warrant's still valid, so...

Just want to ask you
a couple more little things.

Why, don't you think you were
thorough enough last time?

So what is it that you want to know now?

- Where's Fern?
- Why?

We'd like to talk to her.

(chuckles) So would I.

(Nichols) Where is she now?

Northern New South Wales.
She went there with her boyfriend.

That's, ah, Callan Prowd?

(Stephanie) Yep.

When?

A week or so. Why, Bryan?

How long has Fern
known Mr. Prowd for?

(Stephanie) I don't know.
I only met him recently.

- There's nothing in there.
- Ahuh.

How recently?

(woman) I've given him a call.

Hey, Jo.

Dan, hi, do you need me?

- No, I'm just off to see Jack.
- Okay.

You mind?

They're trying to do a job here.

They don't need spectators.

It's okay, Jarred.
He's a friend of Jack Twine's.

- (door opens)
- Jesus!

- Shoosh, you big dill.
- (door closes)

- They still out there?
- Who?

The gravediggers taking Stan Wagner away.

Yeah. Is that why you called me?

What did you see?

That, ah, he was Catholic and dead.

And?

And there was some award
fallen on the floor.

- Yeah.
- What'd Wagner die of, do you know?

Around here? Excitement.

That old bastard was as fit
as a pole dancer.

- And he had God on his side.
- He looked about 110.

96.

That's not a bad innings.
That's not a good reason.

Have you learnt anything
in the last 30 years?

What are you thinking?

Well, I'm thinking...
that it's worth thinking about.

(dramatic music playing)

Petechial haemorrhaging.

- Mmm.
- (Jack) Check his eyes.

There's some more here...

but there could be any
number of reasons why...

Check his throat.

Didn't I teach you anything?

Foam...

- (both) Asphyxiation.
- (Jarred) Hey!

What are you two doing?

- We're just saying goodbye to Stan...
- Oh, bullshit.

You didn't even like the foreign prick.

Take off.

(Nichols) Fern Harrow is a person
of interest in the murder of Robert Quinn.

I want to check if Harrow was working here
on October the third last year,

which is the date Robert Quinn
made his last phone call

and his car went into the dam.

What?

- This is ridiculous.
- Ohh...

You've known Harrow longer than I have.

How can you entertain such a thought?

Everyone has two sides, Max.

- What, even Fern?
- Well, it's Occam's Razor.

You know, the principle where the
hypothesis with the fewest assumptions...

Don't you dare explain
Occam's Law of Parsimony to me.

- Listen...
- Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

Ah.

Okay, so Harrow carded in
at 9:32 am on the third

and carded out...
at 3:19 am on the 4th.

Well, I guess he's in the clear, then.

Hey, listen, have, ah, you given
any more thought to my proposal?

Pick your moments, Bryan.

Yeah, okay.

Remember, this young doctor's
a real stick in the mud, so hammer him.

Okay.

Knock-knock.

Jack, I'll get around to you shortly.

Oh, sorry to interrupt you doctor.

Ah, just my young friend here can't help
himself. He's got a couple of questions.

I couldn't stop him.

- Daniel Harrow, Pathologist.
- A-huh.

I, er, wanted to ask about Stan Wagner.

There's no need for you
to see Mr. Wagner.

He's going straight
to the School of Anatomy.

He bequeathed his body?

I have 23 more residents to see
this morning, Mr. Harrow...

Dr. Harrow.

- How did Mr. Wagner die?
- Congestive heart failure.

And what caused the heart failure?

His blood pressure was low,
his cholesterol was high and he was old.

He had significant haemorrhaging
in his face...

- Ah, wait...
- eyes, mouth...

You've seen the body?

Sorry, doctor, I couldn't stop him.

Do I need to call Turbot Street and ask
why you're interrogating me, Dr. Harrow?

Heart failure.

He ate like a starved dog.

There was no fluid retention,
no visceral congestion that I ever heard.

So what do you want me to do?

Break into the School of Anatomy
and examine his body?

(dramatic music playing)

- (knock on door)
- Ah, you're the spreadsheet nerd.

What does this mean?

(Simon) That's the staff entry logs.

Yeah, but what are these?

These asterisks.
They're only there on this day.

Has someone fiddled with it?

October 3rd.

Um, I don't know.

Maybe just computer error.

Huh. Nothing.

Okay. Thank you.

(mobile phone buzzing)

Hi.

I'm about to do something
slightly illegal.

Wanna join?

- Hey, Grif.
- (door opens)

(Grif) Perfect day, doc.
No one here but me, doing the prep.

You doing any more guest
lecturing next year?

(Harrow) That's the plan,
unless something goes wrong.

(door opens)

Here, keep it.

I got a spare.

Thanks, Grif.

You just trust him?

It's Harrow. If you can't trust him,
then what's the point?

(Simon) What are we looking for?

Well, the attending doctor
said natural causes.

Jack thinks otherwise.

Does Jack have any proof?

Nope.

So there's no crime reported,
no crime scene,

no chain of evidence with this body,
no formal commission to even be here.

I'm technically on staff here.
Wagner was sent here.

Look, I'm trying to help him.
Do you want to help me or not?

All right.

What are your first impressions?

Good skin color.
Liver function probably okay.

- Mm.
- There's a mark on this wrist here.

Could be from a tight watch band.

(Harrow) Yes.

(photos clicking)

(Simon) Here.

(Harrow) Significant scarring.

Burn, or acid.

Very old.

What do you make of his face?

Petechial haemorrhaging.
Anoxia?

That's what we think, too.

Well, a man of his age,
could be a hundred causes.

Jack was right.

There's no fluid retention.

His renal system's fine.

He's pretty healthy and there's no clear
bruises on his body that I can see.

Right.

Let's have a look.

There's some lung froth back there.
Not that much.

There's a bit more haemorrhaging.

(Harrow) Yeah, a coughing fit
could have caused that.

Hello.

That looks like... a feather.

You mean like a feather from a pillow?
You think he was smothered.

Possibly.

Get these bloods tested.

No need to tell anyone else.

What you gonna do?

See what else I can find.

Hey, babe, I don't know what
you're selling, but...

Daniel Harrow.

- Oh, that prick.
- Is my father.

Oh...
Did he find you?

I need call records for this number
from October last year.

I'm trying to find a missing person.

- And how will you be paying?
- Cash.

That's gonna cost about...

One-fifty now,
another 250 when you deliver.

I'll find you.

What do you want, Daniel?

No cops?

No girlfriends?

Cops found a skull.

In the river.

Is it...

Was it you...

Who did the check?

No. They're keeping me in the dark.

So why are they keeping me in the dark?
Robert was my husband.

- Why don't I just come in for a bit...
- No.

- I'll talk to Nichols.
- No, he was right. It's not your business.

I need to be by myself.

(door closes)

(Nichols) So, Callan, how long
have you known Fern Harrow for?

Why do you wanna know?

Do you, ah, recognize this man?

No, but I recognize the house.

It's Fern's mum's.

Is that Fern's stepfather?

When did you first meet Fern?

What's this got to do with her stepfather?

Does Fern know I'm here?

Well, I'll tell you what,
why don't you just unlock your phone...

give her a call.

(chuckles)

- (knocking on door)
- Yes?

Daniel Harrow. I'm a friend
of Jack Twine's down the hall.

- Michael Wagner.
- Sorry about your father.

Did you know Dad?

I rarely made it past Jack's room.

Was your father happy here?

I think Dad liked it everywhere,
after what he went through as a young man.

During the war?

Was he in Czechoslovakia?

So he told me, a thousand times.

Did he have any friends here?

Not long ago I heard there
was another resident arrived,

also from eastern Europe.

I thought Dad and her would have
a lot to talk about, but no.

Do you know if there was anyone that might
have wanted to harm your father?

Why are you asking this?

You a cop?

I'm a pathologist.

Dad's dead.

Let him go.

Who is the other resident,
the other eastern European?

- (shouting in foreign language)
- Hold still, you miserable old bag.

I don't think she wants your help.

I don't think that's your business.

I'm getting Jo.

No, you're not.

You're Twine's little mate.

- Ah, Dr. Twine to you.
- You know what's funny?

I found an oxycodone wrapper
in Twine's room...

but I checked his charts
and he's not on oxy.

Where'd he get that from, I wonder?

Hmm?

Well, whatever you are, you're not
going to tell anyone about this.

Unless you want to get banned
from visiting your little mate.

You have a nice day.

- (crying)
- It's okay.

Mrs. Adams, isn't it?

It's okay.
Everything's going to be okay.

(crying)

- (slurping)
- (door opens)

Seriously,
I've enjoyed all of this, but...

you either let me go
or you let me phone a lawyer.

Okay, in a sec.

First, this.
There's your phone.

There's a search warrant for your phone.

(scoffs)
What do you want?

I want to talk to Fern Harrow.

Why? She hasn't done anything wrong.

Well, then there's nothing
to worry about, is there?

I want you to give her a call
and ask her to meet you.

(scoffs) Rat her out?

(laughs)

Well, if you don't, Callan,
we'll find the number in the phone,

we will track her down
and we will arrest her.

Now, we don't want that, do we?

'Cause we both know
she'll put up a bit of a fight.

So...

be smart, young fella.

(scoffs)

(mobile phone rings)

Cal, hi.

Ditch your phone right now.
The cops are looking for ya.

Can I phone that lawyer now?

You want a phone book?

(mobile phone rings)

Callan?

The cops are going to arrest Fern.

Something about a guy named Quinn.

- Jesus!
- That's two for two now.

You little shit!

(dramatic music playing)

(siren wailing)

(door opens)

(indistinct chatter)

Daniel Harrow. I'm here to see
Senior Sergeant Bryan Nichols.

Concerning?

A current investigation.

(telephone rings)

He's not in his office.
I'll try another number.

So? Fern Harrow can't drive.

Callan Prowd could have driven
Quinn's car into the dam.

- Ah, here's the problem.
- What?

Callan Prowd was arrested on the morning
of October the third for possession.

He was released on assurity on the fourth.

Fern Harrow's seen here
getting cash sorted

and on the 4th, filling out bail forms.

All the time Quinn's car's
travelling to the dam.

(telephone rings)

(sighs)

Task Force Helike.

Ah, sorry, Sergeant Nichols
just stepped out.

I'll try his mobile.

(door opens)

(Nichols) Get rid of him.

(mobile phone rings)

Nichols.

Sir, there's somebody down here
at the front desk to see you.

Ah, Mr. Daniel Harrow.

Well, what the bloody hell does he want?

I'll just ask. Excuse me, Mr...

(Callan) And then I told them that Fern
was coming in with my bail money.

Ten minutes later, I was walking out.

Are they still looking for Fern?

What is this about?

Who is Robert Quinn?

Fern's stepfather. He's dead.
He was killed.

On that day in October.

Cops don't know who did it.

Has this got anything to do
with why she's so messed up?

Messed up?

Messed up how?

(slow music playing)

She's always looking over her shoulder.

She jumps at nothing.
She's scared all the time.

Did you hurt her?

You really care about her.

(exhales)

I hurt her.

By not being there for her.

I want fifty bucks on...

Kulu... Kulu Queen, yeah.

Yeah. Both to win, brother.

Shit. Hang on.

- You got it?
- You got it?

- Yeah, I'm back.
- (knocks)

- What's this number?
- Last one he answered.

I'm not Wikipedia, baby.

(Simon) Hey.

You're here late.

I got the bloods back from your unofficial
patient at the School of Anatomy.

- What did you learn?
- Not much.

Blood type AB, no toxins.

Racist assholes, huh?

Freedom of speech.

You think he killed Wagner?

(sighs) I don't know.

What, because he was a foreigner?
A hate crime?

I did see him being aggressive
with another resident.

A Hungarian woman.
A Holocaust survivor, actually.

Really? How do you know?

She had a number tattooed here.

- She was at a concentration camp?
- She was at Auschwitz.

That was the only Nazi camp
that tattooed prisoners.

Those they didn't send
straight to the gas chambers.

And now this guy's abusing her?

What a shithead.

I guess the tattoos did
kind of point the way.

Anyway, sorry the bloods didn't help.

Bloods.

What? What is it?

Blood type and tattoos.

He had a scar, remember?

Wagner had a scar, right here.

Yeah, it was an old burn.

Exactly.

He burnt off a tattoo.

So, Fern Harrow's no longer
a person of interest?

No, so it's back to the crease.

Robert Quinn, eh?

Made a lot of enemies.
More than I'll ever know.

It's very late.

Yes.

(dramatic music playing)

Yes?

(lock clicks)

Yes.

And Geneva?

No.

(kisses)

- Oh, no. No, Max...
- Yes! Yes!

(Nichols) Alright.

(birds chirping)

What have you learned?

Well, that you're still the best
pathologist I have ever met.

Ah, crawler.

Why?

You were right.

Wagner was murdered.

That young redneck, Rallings?

Oh...

it was good though, wasn't it?

Working together again?

The best.

Ah.

Good student.

(Harrow) Hi, Mrs. Adams.

But Adams wasn't your birth name.

Did you marry into that name?

Or did you change it when you came here?

Aszódy.

Adams was easier.

You were there.

Auschwitz.

And he was there, too.

Stan Wagner.

But that wasn't his name either, was it?

He had a tattoo as well.
Only his was up here?

I read that some cut them out with knives.

Some put a bullet through
the arm to disguise it.

It looks like Wagner
burnt his off with acid.

The tattoo of his blood type.

His Nazi SS tattoo.

I'm cold.

I didn't think
I would ever feel cold again.

The train was cold.

Three days, no heat.

My little sister and I...

were together on that trip.

Then the train stopped.

The doors opened.

- The noise. The dogs.
- (people shouting)

The smell...

- of smoke.
- (shouting fades)

And he was there at the gate.

In his beautiful, horrible SS uniform.

Deciding...

who went that way to the barracks,
who went that way to the chimneys.

He sent me to the barracks.

Evike...

he sent to the chimneys.
(crying)

For three months...
I saw that face...

till the Russians came.

They executed five of the German officers.

He got away.

Because he pretended to be Czech.

Imagine how I felt when I saw his face...

here in Australia.

An article, with a photo...

of him getting his award

for services to the Hungarian community.

So, I sold my house...
I moved in here...

and I watched...

and I waited.

(Harrow)
I found a feather in his throat.

Was it a pillow?

A cushion.

I strapped his good arm down first.

It's surprising how long it took.

You would think I would know
how long a person takes to suffocate.

And his award?

(frame breaks)

So...

what will you do with me?

Nothing.

(dramatic music playing)

(crying)

No, no, no, no, no, is he breathing?

Dan, I'm... I'm so sorry.

Have you tried CPR?
Try and revive him. Here...

- No. Dan, no.
- Let me.

He has a DNR.

Do Not Resuscitate.
You know that.

Jack has a DNR.

(mellow music playing)

(birds singing)

("I Wish It Would Rain"
by The Temptations plays)

(knocking on door)

♪ Mmm-mmm ♪

♪ Sunshine, blue skies ♪

(door closes)

I'm sorry.

Selfish bastard.

He might have tidied up
a bit before he left.

I can stay if you want.

The doctor still has to see him.

Okay.

Well, call me if there's
anything I can do.

♪ Ain't supposed to cry ♪

♪ Listen, I gotta cry ♪

♪ 'Cause crying
Eases the pain ♪

♪ Oh yeah ♪

♪ People, this hurt I feel inside ♪

♪ Words could never explain
I just wish it would rain ♪

♪ Yeah, let it rain ♪

♪ Rain, rain, rain ♪

(mobile phone rings)

- Hello?
- (woman) Simon Venrik?

It's Van Re... Yeah.

Perse Hill Health Tech Support.

I got your email about some
timesheets there at Turbot Street?

- The asterisks on October third?
- Um, the third, yeah.

Yeah, you guys had
an outage late that night.

Well, in the early am of the fourth.
Your server dumped out for some reason.

A server outage? That's a first.

Dr. Harrow phoned through all the times,
though, so it was okay.

All the times?

- He's a helpful guy.
- Including his own?

Ahuh.

You know, we all loved Jack

We'll miss him.

I'm glad your girlfriend got to meet him.

Pardon?

Mm-hm. The other night.

The woman, the cop.

She said she was your girlfriend
when she came to see Jack.

Pretty.

(chuckles)

(suspenseful music playing)

(theme music playing)