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(Harrow) Previously on Harrow...

(Simon) Did you kill Robert Quinn?

- Yes. - Why?

(Harrow) You molested. You abused my little girl!

She knew what she wanted.

(both grunting)

Now I knew Fern's secret, I couldn't face the chance of being in jail.

I wanted to be there for her.

So, I got to work.

Does Mum know?

(Nichols) Oh, well, that's not even bloody close, is it?

- They didn't cut that bone. - (Harrow) You shouldn't have interfered!

(Simon) You made your choice, and so did I.

- Now we're in it together. - So don't lie to me again.

(silenced gunshot)

(muffled sirens)

- (silenced gunshot) - (glass breaking)

(sirens no longer muffled)

(man 1) Call ahead and get blood ready!

(slow and distorted) That was expensive wine...

(woman 1) You're okay, stay with us.

(man 1) Keep the pressure on. He's losing a lot of blood.

(echoing) Hang in there.

How many bullet wounds?

One. But it's a bad one.

- Oh, my God, Dad! - (Steph) Daniel! Daniel?

(woman 1) We have to get him in straight away.

(indistinct chatter)

("Blood" by Algiers plays)

(woman 2) Try and get an Art-Line in, he's lost too much.

Into Trauma Bypass.

(machines beeping)

(woman) I think his hepatic vein's been hit.

(woman 3) We need those five units of O-neg now! Right now!

(woman 2) BP's dropping. We're losing him...

♪ All my blood's in vain ♪

♪ It's gone too far to change ♪

♪ All of my blood's in vain ♪

(light thudding)

(machines beeping)

Hell is very floral.

You're assuming hell would have you.

Well, you're here.

I'm beginning to wonder why.

Do you want water, juice?

Whiskey?

Sorry, it's contraindicated by the morphine.

- Morphine? - Mm-hmm.

You were in an induced coma.

So, if it was attention you were after, you missed it all.

Well, at least someone has a sense of humour.

Mr. Lincoln roses.

Because I was shot, too.

Clean through. Apparently, you no longer have a gall bladder.

Oh.

I was rather attached to that.

So, what happened?

I imagine I rubbed someone up the wrong way.

Hard to believe.

Do you know who?

I have no idea.

(theme music playing)

(chuckles)

(Fern) Pretty funny, isn't it?

- (Fern chuckles softly) - Oh!

(groans)

- I'm sorry. - That's okay. It's okay, it's okay.

What happened, Dad?

It was probably just an accident.

Someone shooting on the river.

I'm sorry I had you worried.

I, uh...

I tried calling your mum.

She'll be okay now.

We both will be.

I'm on my way to work. So, I can't stay.

I love you.

I love you, too, bub.

(deep sigh)

It wasn't... an accident...

was it?

Someone tried to kill you.

The police will find out who.

(sniffles)

Shouldn't you be in bed?

Shouldn't you be chasing people who like to shoot pathologists?

A pathologist.

You didn't happen to see your shooter, did you?

Afraid not. It was dark.

Right. No death threats? No anonymous warnings?

- No one you pissed off... lately? - (Harrow chuckles)

Soroya Dass wasn't happy with me.

Soroya Dass was boarding a flight to Melbourne the time you were shot.

(exhales deeply)

(scoffs) You'll pay me back like last time?

- Unbelievable. - So, you have any suspects?

Harrow, the list of people who'd like to shoot you

would stretch from here to Hobart.

And I'd be top of that list myself were I not in charge of this case,

which, quite frankly, I need like a third armpit.

Oh, I am sorry. I didn't plan on getting shot.

So, what about ballistics?

Well, we haven't found your bullet. We're looking.

So to recap, you have no bullet, no witnesses, no theories, and no leads.

I feel very safe.

Look, we're watching your boat, your phone, your email.

And we are watching you.

And no one's had another tilt at you.

- And are my family all right? - We're watching them, too.

So what am I supposed to do?

Look, just... go to bed,

and let us do our job.

(sighs)

Sam, tell the divers to look further back.

(distant sirens)

(cellphone rings)

- Hi. - (Steph) Daniel. Hi.

I spoke to Fern.

While you were in surgery, she...

She told me what happened. She told me everything.

About Robert, what he did, and what you...

I don't know what to say to you. I...

Dan, I... I...

I'm so grateful what you did...

for our daughter, but...

I don't know what to think about you.

You don't have to think anything.

I wanted to see you, I just... I don't think I can yet, but I'm...

I'm glad that you're okay.

(exhales)

(Simon) I told you doctors make the worst patients.

Have you actually been discharged?

(gears grinding)

It's one thing to nearly die,

it's another to hear you killing my car.

Have you been using the rest of my belongings, too?

No. I mean, you know, I went through your albums.

Picked out the ones I wanted, in case you snuffed it.

I'm kidding. You don't have any albums that I actually want.

God. Is that third?

I feel like... No, that's second.

- That's second. - (gears grind)

You had us worried.

All for nothing.

I'm not finished learning from you yet, you know.

I don't know what the lesson is here.

Call me if you need me?

Oh, and I may have broken your car's tail light.

Sorry.

- (silenced gunshot) - (glass breaking)

(chattering)

("Murder to the Mind" by Tasha Sultana plays)

♪ Tell me ♪

♪ Do you feel ♪

♪ Are you real? ♪

♪ Do you seem ♪

♪ Satisfied with yourself? ♪

♪ Still wish Sometimes in my life ♪

♪ Where I have to Go to extremes ♪

♪ I didn't know what to do ♪

♪ I couldn't see The beautiful world ♪

♪ That was in front of you ♪

♪ And I was back and forth On forgiveness ♪

Not your type?

Married? Or so stupid he forgot to take off his ring?

No. Not my type.

When did yours come off?

(exhales) Quite some time ago.

I promise, I'm really only here to drink.

What are you doing?

Deleting the dating app.

If an algorithm can't hit the basic criteria, I'm better off without it.

Out of curiosity, what were the basic criteria?

Oh, must have half a brain.

And his own hair.

Must be over six-foot and over his ex.

Not a criminal.

And definitely not a doctor.

It doesn't sound that hard.

Ah, but the truth is, it is.

Mmm... truth sucks.

What the hell.

Mr Truth-Sucks, let's play a game.

We each tell each other four things, but only one is the truth.

Guess wrong, you buy.

I'm game.

I... grew up here.

I'm a political advisor who recently lost her job,

even though I was protecting my former boss

from a sexual scandal involving under-21-year-old male back-up dancers.

I'm allergic to cashews.

And I still have recurring nightmares

about reversing over my King Charles Spaniel, Colonel Mustard,

even though I didn't. He was killed by a possum.

How big was this possum?

("Little Love" by Ashleigh Watson plays)

♪ It happens again ♪

♪ And I told myself I wouldn't give in ♪

♪ But I met this crooner With big blue eyes ♪

♪ And he pulled me in With his lullabies ♪

♪ I got a man But you've got me ♪

♪ Tied in knots So I couldn't see ♪

(groans sharply)

You okay?

Absolutely.

♪ Little love, little love ♪

♪ I'm always gonna have A little love ♪

♪ Gonna have a little love Little love ♪

♪ Gonna have a little love Little love ♪

♪ Little love ♪

- ♪ I'm always gonna have A little love ♪ - (song ends)

- (indistinct chatter) - (baby coos)

(coffee machine whirs)

(man 2) Medium decaf latte?

(blender whirring)

(breathes deeply)

Large fruit frappe.

Oh, no, that's my drink.

- I ordered a frappe. No. - No, that's mine!

- I need it! I need it! - It's my drink. Excuse me.

(patrons gasp)

I don't like being stared at.

I think you may need to get used to it.

(chuckles softly)

Where did you come from?

Do you like mysteries?

Here's one.

Recent surgery?

Gun running?

Failed circus performer?

Should we lie more?

Would you like to?

(sighs)

- The truth is... - Hmm?

I really am--

(both cell phones ring)

Can we continue this tonight? Dinner?

Mm-hmm.

I have to go.

First day.

First day for me, too. (groans)

I could give you a lift, if you want.

- Where are you going? - Not far.

- Middle of the city. - Me too.

Turbot Street.

Where in Turbot Street?

823 Turbot Street.

Thank you all for coming. It's lovely to see...

most of you here,

to make welcome the new member of the QIFM staff, Dr Grace Molyneaux.

We've been looking for another pathologist for some time now,

so I'm really pleased that Dr Molyneaux

has agreed to finish her final six months of supervised work

here with us.

And I hope after that, she stays on.

As long as we don't scare her off.

Welcome, Dr Molyneaux.

Well, hello, hello.

Hell--hello?

Hello, Grace.

You didn't come home last night. I was worried.

Everything's fine.

Okay, that's it. Everyone back to work.

Except for you.

Dr Harrow?

Why do we need another pathologist?

You know we've been needing more good staff, now we have one.

- What is wrong with Dr Molyneaux? - Oh, she's rather... tall.

- Why aren't you in hospital? - I don't like hospital.

- Why aren't you at home? - It's boring at home.

- Why are you here? - My coffee mug's here.

I thought I'd look over some old case files

to see who particularly might have an axe to grind.

There are thousands.

I've got to do something.

Actually, I'm probably good to start work again.

No, you were shot.

Look if it makes you feel better, look over your old case files.

Reconnect with your mug.

But you're not working.

That wound needs to heal.

- Thank you. - No worries.

We'll get you a computer,

and a log-in...

and maybe a Doberman.

You know she gets an office?

That's because she's a pathologist... apparently.

I imagine you have an office,

because you are also a pathologist... apparently.

- Do you two know each other? - (both) No.

Okay...

You were shot!

You're Fairley's girlfriend?

Oh.

He's my uncle.

Why didn't you tell me you were shot?

- Well, you saw that for yourself. - I saw a neat bandage.

I didn't actually think there was a whole sordid backstory

involving attempted homicide!

And you're a doctor.

You're a doctor.

I'm not your boss.

You're my supervisor.

Well, one of them...

Come on. You understand.

No dinner, then.

No dinner.

Get ready, the police have shot a young woman.

- I'll scrub up. - I meant Dr Molyneux. You stay out of it.

- (indistinct chatter) - (door beeps)

(sighs)

Can I help you?

The police said someone would meet me here.

My wife's been shot and... here to identify her.

Please.

Your wife is in there, and she is dead. Do you understand that?

So, in a bit, you will see her and it will not be easy.

But then, we will look after her. I promise.

Mr Diallo? I'm sorry. We're ready for you.

(sniffles)

- Could you look after my daughter for me? - Yes. yes, of course.

(Fern) Not exactly the castle we hoped for.

Maybe not, but at least it's got four walls.

And a lock on the door and...

da-da-da-dah! Legit keys!

- (both laughing) - (Callan) Yay.

- And two weeks' rent in advance. - Thanks to your mum.

Okay, but then what?

I'm barely making enough.

It's okay, Fish. It's sorted.

- Really? - Mm-hmm.

I just can't tell you yet.

You'll have to trust me.

How's your dad? Is he okay?

Mm-hmm. Yeah, he's gonna be fine.

Don't mind me. I'm not even here.

- (Simon) Shouldn't be. - Yes, I agree. You shouldn't be.

You should be in the hospital.

(Emmylou Harris plays)

You're worried about me.

I absolutely am not.

Did you come and see me at the hospital?

- No... And I will tell you why-- - Because you think I deserved it.

No. Because I think that you invited it.

- Whoa, that's a little harsh. - No. It's okay.

Fairley's right.

When you go outside these walls, the safety net disappears.

And you're just another person poking your nose where it doesn't belong.

Precisely.

You know, I was sorry to hear that you had been shot,

but when I heard that you were going to pull through, I...

No need to visit. I respect that.

Then why don't you respect that this is my autopsy?

Because it's not. It's mine.

Minor contusions on outside right kneecap, consistent with a recent fall.

Small amounts of expressed liquid from both breasts.

- She has a three-month-old. - Hm?

I met her husband.

Do you know what happened to her?

Apparently, she threatened a cafe customer and police with a cook's knife.

- Their tasers didn't work. - So the police shot her.

Well, there you have it.

One bullet, stopped by her T5.

- It appears it passed... - Through her heart.

We'll confirm with internals.

While she's on her back, let's draw blood and urine.

- Can I help? - (both) No.

No obvious haematoma or embolisms.

I would like to know what went on in there, though.

- Don't start. - What do you mean?

I mean, since adolescence she's been medicated for severe anxiety.

But no reported psychotic episodes,

which sounds like what happened outside the cafe.

What was going on?

We can't determine what was going on inside someone's mind.

Maybe not.

We can determine what caused that mind to die.

- The bullet through her heart. - (Fairley) Yes.

- You're probably right. - Well, what's the problem then?

The problem is we don't know why she acted in such a way

- that she got herself shot! - Harrow...

Gentlemen!

My job is to complete this autopsy.

And I can't do it with this kind of distraction.

Dr Harrow, would you mind leaving?

Red Bean Mochi?

What are you doing in Fairley's office?

I just want to see if the police have emailed Fairley.

- Why? - Some officers wear body cameras

and I thought there might be footage of Sherry's shooting.

But I can't crack his password.

(sighs)

So, what do you think of the new pathologist?

I don't think of the new pathologist.

Well, I think she's very smart.

I think that if I were that way inclined, I'd find her very interesting.

I think that's all about as hypothetical as your next pay rise.

- Good lord. - What?

- "Harrow eulogy, draft 1"? - Oh, yeah, no. Don't read that.

Bup-bup-bup-bup-bup-bup.

"Daniel Harrow was a pathologist.

He wore size medium scrubs.

He did not have a pet that I was aware of."

- Why was Fairley going to do my eulogy? - He asked!

Anyway, it's irrelevant now.

Any emails from the police?

- No. - Then here.

Someone posted this online.

You can see when the taser misfires.

Drop the knife! Drop the knife!

She took my drink! I need my drink!

She took it! She took it!

Hands up!

- (taser gun clicks) - (officer) Misfire!

- (woman 4) Oh, God! - (officer) Drop the knife!

"She took my drink."

This isn't your case.

Then what's the harm?

Mr Diallo, I have some questions about Sherry.

Tell me about her meds?

Well, she was on Sertraline for years.

And that worked great.

When she was on it, we could go out to the shops, to dinner.

But after Bella was born, the Sertraline stopped working.

She just kept getting worse.

And she just... drank.

- Alcohol? - No. No, water.

Uh, soft drinks, sweet drinks.

She kept needing smoothies and juices all the time.

- But only after Bell was born. - Mm.

- Did the birth go okay? - Yeah.

I mean, it took the doctor four goes to get the epidural in.

But... after that, it went fine.

What did Sherry's psychiatrist say?

- Oh, we couldn't afford a psych. - We just went to the local clinic.

The GP prescribed Que...

(stammers) Quet...

- Quetiapine? - Yeah.

I'm afraid there wasn't any in her system.

She stopped taking that, too?

I'm not sure that's what caused Sherry's behaviour at the cafe.

What am I gonna tell Bell when she's older?

That the police had to shoot Mummy because she was crazy?

So, it's okay, Bell.

(sighs)

(Nichols) We found the bullet that shot you.

Its trajectory dropped pretty quick after.

Well, you slowed it down.

- .276. - Rare calibre.

Yeah, which means it's a rare gun.

- So you found it? - Found it,

and the bloke who bought it.

Harrow? This is a favour.

You don't get to say anything or do anything. Okay?

Okay.

(woman 5) So, Brendan, you arrived at the park. Then what happened?

- (man 3) You don't have to answer. - (Brendan) It's all right.

I parked me car.

And I checked that there's no one about.

Then I got the gun I just bought outta the boot.

This Garand?

- My client doesn't... - Mate, I've told you, it's all right.

Do you remember this guy?

- (woman 5) You can continue, Brendan. - Yeah. That one.

Vaguely.

- S... Skyde? - Skene.

Brendan Skene.

He... poisoned someone.

Yeah, slipped rat poison into his annoying neighbour's porridge.

(Brendan) The park was dark.

So, I made my way down to the shore.

And I found a spot. I had a clear view of his boat.

I just waited until he was on deck.

And I shot him.

- (woman 5) Shot who? - Daniel Harrow.

Why did you shoot Dr Harrow?

'Cause he proved it was me who put the rat sak in that idiot's breakfast.

If it weren't for him,

I would have got away with it. Instead, I done 11 years.

Done 11 years.

I shot him, all right?

Can I get some water?

Interview paused, 2.26 p.m.

You can, uh, thank me whenever you're ready.

(sighs)

- Thank you. - You can go home and relax now.

It's over.

I'm sorry.

Dr Harrow? All done?

(zipping)

(officer) Drop the knife! Drop the knife!

(Sherry) She took my drink! I need my drink!

- I need it! I need it! - Drop the knife right now!

- Tase her. - Firing taser!

(gunshot)

(Grace) It's not in there anymore.

Her brain. It's with the rest of her organs.

Neat sutures, by the way.

What sort of doctor were you?

You think I missed something in her autopsy.

I do.

But I don't know what.

All right. Illuminate me.

Sherry Diallo was drinking.

There was no alcohol in her system.

No, no, drinking water, soft drinks a lot.

According to her husband, she was thirsty all the time.

Polydipsia.

Unquenchable thirst.

That explains her low blood sodium levels.

She attacked that woman outside the cafe for taking her drink.

According to her husband, this odd behaviour started three months ago.

When her new baby was born.

I checked her fluids.

She was off her anti-anxiety meds.

You see, this is what gets me.

If she was off her meds,

she should have been exhibiting signs of acute anxiety,

not psychosis.

- So something changed. - Could it have been a stroke?

A clot in the hypothalamus could cause behavioural issues.

Nope. I checked her brain CT, there was no cerebral embolus.

Besides, she was young, healthy,

good cholesterol, no trauma in the arterial system

that could have caused a clot to form and go up to her brain.

- Besides, there was no clot. - Unless there was a clot...

- and it dissolved. - (Grace) Dissolved.

But there's the degenerated tissue it caused.

And in the hypothalamus.

- Emotions, behaviour. - Thirst.

And this could be three months old.

Which was when her baby was born.

What are you thinking caused the embolism?

Well, Sherry's husband did say she had trouble with her epidural.

Doesn't make sense.

A clot caused by a spinal catheter would have been trapped by the lungs.

Or the heart.

Mmm. A lot of damage from the bullet.

Which explains why no one saw this.

A hole in her heart's septal tissue.

That's what I missed.

She probably had it her whole life.

But it's how the clot got from her spine to her brain.

The bullet killed her.

But that's what set the dominoes falling.

That's her real cause of death.

Sherry wanted the epidural.

She asked me if I thought it was a good idea.

And I said... "Babe...

Anything that stops you being in pain."

It wasn't just the epidural.

No one knew that she had that little hole in her heart.

At least I can tell Bella that her mum wasn't crazy.

What's going on?

I'm afraid your shooter's not going back to jail.

Brendan Skene, found dead in his cell.

Apparently, he had severe Type-2 diabetes

and didn't tell the watch house he needed insulin.

Diabetes?

Why didn't he tell?

(Nichols) Well, maybe he didn't want to do another eleven years for attempted murder.

Cataracts, grade two or three.

(Nichols) Yeah, you should be grateful.

If his eyesight was any better, it might be you in this body bag.

Anyways... saves us all a trial.

Hey.

- Are you okay? - Yeah. Fine.

What's up with you?

Fairley...

Oh, did you tell him I was on his computer?

Listen, you know how Fairley likes to rehearse his speeches?

If you tell him I gave you this,

I will start singing along to your records.

(elevator dings)

("Humble and Kind" by Lori McKenna plays)

(chuckles)

(sighs)

♪ You know there's a light That glows by the front door ♪

♪ Don't forget the key Is under the mat ♪

♪ When childhood stars shine ♪

♪ Always stay humble and kind ♪

- Let me just fix that... - It's enough.

(snickers)

(Simon) And rolling.

Dr Daniel Harrow was...

Well, he was an extraordinary pathologist.

He was intuitive,

dedicated,

and inventive.

And committed to giving a voice to those who had lost theirs.

But... he was also my friend.

And, uh...

And I...

We'll just pick this up later, shall we?

(Simon, indistinct)

♪ When the work you put in ♪

(cellphone rings)

- Hi. - (Fern) Hi.

I heard the police got the guy who shot you.

He died in custody.

Well, that means I don't have to kill him.

(chuckles) No.

Karma did the job.

I didn't think you believed in stuff like that.

I'm not sure what to believe any more.

What's wrong?

Nothing, nothing.

- How's Callan? - He's good.

He's out working and stuff.

Busking, I guess.

And are you okay?

(chuckles)

Yeah, I'm fine. And you?

If you're fine, then so am I.

Okay.

Well... good night.

Good night.

(sighs)

- (sighs deeply) - ♪ I know you've got mountains to climb ♪

♪ But always stay humble And kind ♪

(sirens in distance)

(cellphone rings)

(phone rings)

Hello?

(man 4) Did you like my flowers?

Who is this?

This is the man who left those beautiful, blood red roses.

You know. the Mister Lincolns.

Who is this?

Dr Harrow, please. Where's the fun in that?

You left me flowers because you heard I was shot?

No, I left you flowers because I'm the one who shot you.

Unfortunately, my friend, the man who shot me has been arrested.

Yes, yes. Found, arrested,

and has perished in Her Majesty's care.

There are a lot of people who know I've been shot

and who'd like me to feel a bit anxious.

But frankly, I'm not in the mood.

But you are in the mood for another glass of Crianza Tempranillo.

Where are you?

Don't worry. I'm not going to shoot you again. Not tonight.

I'm glad I didn't kill you with my first shot.

Seeing you there, in your hospital bed,

your bedside table covered with missives of affection from those who care for you,

because now I have the chance to do more than kill you once.

Now, I will take away everything that you hold dear. Everything you love.

Everything that makes your life worth living.

Hands! Hands behind your head!

Drop the backpack! Step away from it!

(man 4) And once I've done that, then I will kill you.

And I promise you, when that happens, you won't want to live.

(Jill) Before I ask you any questions, I must tell you,

you have the right to remain silent.

(man 4) So, get ready, Dr Harrow, and you remember,

everything you hold dear.

(wind whistling)

(theme music playing)