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(Harrow) Previously on Harrow...

(Jill) Fern Harrow,
you're under arrest for arson

resulting in the death
of Timothy Markides.

Our housefire victim fell asleep
while smoking a cigarette.

So the police won't be pursuing
an arson charge

against the theoretical suspect.

When Fern is released from prison,
I need you to take her somewhere safe.

(Harrow) Is there any way that body
was not Francis Chester?

(Laurie) The burned body
came from the prison.

If it wasn't Chester,
then who the hell was it?

(Louise) You want to dig up Francis' body?

My son is dead,
and he's gonna stay that way.

(Doug) Maxine signed this?

Turns out, Chester's mother is dead.
Maxine's been convinced by other argument.

Looks to me like you got your exhumation.

No one's digging up anything.
You're suspended.

(Harrow) I've got to prove
that Chester is still alive.

(panting)

(shovel clangs)

(grunting)

(groans)

(theme music playing)

Well... this all looks in order.

Put it through.

You must be very happy to see this
going home to Egypt after so long.

He is 4,000 years old.

120 years in this country is nothing.

But we are grateful to Mr. Hobson
for arranging his return.

Mr. Hobson will also be pleased
with the outcome.

(electronic beeping)

What is it?

Call the police.

What seems to be the problem?

The problem is a dead, ancient Egyptians
shouldn't have titanium hip joints.

Ah, what have we here then?

Ooh, that's no Prince of Egypt.

No, but it is the Golden King,
Howard Hobson.

Mining magnate?

I didn't know he was dead.

Yeah, well, no-one does yet.

So until we find out why he was found in
this Cairo-bound casket this morning,

we're gonna keep it under wraps.

Hilarious pun intended.

So this coffin and the body that was in it

were part of a collection accumulated
by Mr. Hobson's grandfather.

Hobson here was sending it back to Egypt.

Someone decided he should go with.

(Fairley) Looks to me
like Middle Kingdom Period,

faint Nubian influences, around 1800 BCE.

- What?
- You sound like Harrow.

Oh! No! (groans)

Sorry, I'll...

So the mummy that was in here...

Ah, yes. Well...

That's something these two seem
very keen to find out about.

They are not happy that it's missing.

He's from the
Egyptian Office of Antiquities.

She's his translator.

They've been helping Mr. Hobson

prepare his private Egyptian collection
for transport.

Someone helped Mr. Hobson.

He didn't put himself in these bandages.

(Nichols) No. And where's Harrow?

I thought he'd be keen as mustard
to check out an old coffin like this.

(loud thud)

(groans)

What the f...

- (gasps)
- (cell phone chimes)

Shit.

(straining)

(grunting, then screams)

(silence)

(Nichols) Harrow's suspended? Why?

He forged my signature.

Yeah, I forged your signature
with the postman

when I signed for your lingerie
the other day.

A work document.

Yeah, but why?

Does it matter?

He went over my head to the coroner
with a signature I didn't sign.

- But what did he want to authorise?
- Bryan!

It's irrelevant.

We tell each other stuff, Max.

Yeah.

But sometimes we have to trust
that the other is doing the right thing.

Dr Pavich?

Edwina, great.

Come with me.

(line ringing)

(elevator dings)

(Harrow) You've reached Daniel Harrow.
Leave a message and I'll return your...

So where is Dr Harrow?

"Dr Harrow" now, is it, hmm?

Trouble in paradise?

Not paradise, Uncle Lyle.

We had sex, once.

- Before I started work here.
- Right.

I find Harrow interesting and attractive,
but he's very irritating.

I'm not sure if it's because he has a gift
for finding flaws in my work,

or it's because I keep finding
a billion flaws in him,

but still can't fault his work.

- So where is he?
- I think he's been suspended.

- What?
- Mmm. Oh, hello.

Fancy seeing you here.

Edwina Gharam, this is Dr Fairley.

I've met Doctor Fez.

Of course. And Dr Molyneux.

Edwina is a registered nurse
who's joining us for a probationary period

as a Forensic Assistant.

Okay. So, suit up and you can get to work.

- (Grace) Maxine...
- (Pavich) Daniel's been suspended.

Yes, I heard.
So, what will happen to him now?

Just do your job today.
Daniel's problems are of his own making.

(heavy breathing)

(straining)

(panting)

(cell phone rings)

Hello? Help! I'm...

(caller laughs)

(exhales)

Chester?

(Chester) Hello to you too, Dr Harrow.

- What do you want?
- It's what did you want.

You wanted proof
that I wasn't dead, right?

Now you've got it.

Only I'm afraid you can't really share it.

I'm sure you've discovered the phone
doesn't make outgoing calls.

That is just for you and me
to while away the time.

And I know you tried to get
an exhumation order.

And I know you failed.

So I know it's going to be some time
before they find you.

Maybe weeks, maybe months.

Or maybe never.

Why are you doing this?

Because you ruined my life.

There was no way I was going to jail

until you miraculously found the evidence
that changed everything.

So that's what this is?

Shitty, cheap revenge?

(chuckles)

The same motive
as your patsy Brendan Skeane?

Uh, I left that little bread crumb trail
for you.

And you did find it.

Or rather, Simon van Reyk found it.

You bastard.

It was me you wanted to hurt.
You didn't have to kill him!

I did warn you, everything you hold dear.

I'm going to kill you.

(Chester laughs)

Oh, Dr Harrow, I do admire your optimism.

(line disconnects)

- (grunts)
- (pounds on roof)

Mr. Howard Hobson, the mining magnate.

- How appropriate.
- Why?

Embalming was the purview
of the wealthy in ancient Egypt.

Now did you know
that the embalming process took 70 days?

Firstly, they would remove all the organs,

then they would pack the body
in a lakebed salt called natron.

What?

You're sounding like Harrow.

(groans) Let's just get the bandages off,
shall we?

Wait a second. Is this how he was found?

With his face uncovered?

Why go to all the trouble of wrapping him
like this, but not his mouth?

Unless he was still alive
when he was put in there.

(device beeps)

(Grace) Haemorrhaging?

- (Fairley) Possibly.
- Meaning?

Possibly he did suffocate in there.

- Meaning?
- Hobson didn't wrap himself up.

If he was alive
when he was put in the coffin,

and cause of death
was asphyxiation, then...

- It's manslaughter.
- Or murder.

If he was still alive
when he was locked in that coffin,

how long would he have lasted?

Well... if he was unconscious
and breathing shallowly, several hours.

But if he was panicking
and hyperventilating...

If he couldn't control his breathing,
less than three.

(panting)

Oh, hell.

- (exhales deeply)
- (watch ticking)

(cell phone rings)

What do you want, Chester?

How are you?

Great. Wish you were here.

(Chester laughs)
How does it smell?

Whose body was it?

Well... it wasn't mine,

despite your drunken friend,
Laurie Badcoe, signing that it was.

I am going to get out of here.

The mathematics of oxygen depletion
say otherwise.

So why don't you save breaking your nails
on coffin-maker pine, sit back, relax,

and enjoy the movies.

- Movies?
- (line disconnects)

(cell phone rings)

(Callan) Fish, baby!

You're out!

(whimpers)

(chuckles)

(Callan) Fish.

(Fern) Cal, get back.

She's a cop. She wants to arrest me again.

(Callan) Why?

(Harrow sobs) Arrest her.

Arrest her. Put her back inside.

(Callan) Fish, what's going on?

Get in.

(line disconnects)

(panting)

Skin damage consistent
with age of the deceased.

It's very thin. Explains why there were
so many bandages to hand.

No contusions around his neck
to suggest strangulation.

But... does his tongue look dry to you?

(Fairley) Yes, it does look
quite dehydrated.

Almost damaged.

Let's get all the fluids we can
and see what they tell us.

And a full tox.

- Shall we check posterior first?
- Let's.

Be aware, the dead can often flatulate
when they're moved.

- Cheers.
- Three, two, one.

- Oh.
- Oh!

Oh...

(Nichols) What the hell caused those?

(Grace) That's what I'm here to find out.

(Nichols) Sheesh!

Well, there's plenty to look through.

(whistles)

(camera shutters clicks)

(Nichols) Uh, Dr Grace Molyneux
from the morgue.

Ufa Sabry, Nenet Botro,
from Egypt's Office of Antiquities.

And Clayton Pike, Mr. Hobson's lawyer,

and professional staller
on providing a copy of Mr. Hobson's Will.

(scoffs) Well, you'll see for yourself
once you produce a warrant.

I'm simply protecting
my client's interests.

We don't understand why you are stalling.

We also need to see the will.

(speaks Arabic)

There is a great deal of publicity
in our country

concerning the return of these artefacts
and the missing mummy.

It will be hugely embarrassing
for our government

if they do not arrive in Cairo.

- Hey, Scotty.
- Detective.

(Nichols) I don't think
he just slept in here.

I don't think I'll sleep for a while
having seen those.

(Nichols) There's more down here.

How does that bloody work?

What's the story with Hobson's wife?

The current one
who's trying to divorce him,

or the former one that succeeded?

They're both proving a bit slippery today.

- Oh...
- What?

Grab that side. What...

(scoffs)
What in blue blazes is that?

That is an 18th century
wheat threshing sled.

Wasn't wheat being threshed up here.

That explains the marks on Hobson's back.

And the need for all the bandages.

(Nichols) Wow. Getting old
is something to look forward to, eh?

Has Scenes of Crime
inspected this room yet?

- Not fully, why?
- Mmm.

(Nichols) Cocaine?

(Grace) I don't think so.

(cell phone rings)

- Yello?
- Who's this?

- Who's that?
- It's me. Grace!

What? I'm Grace.

No, me, Edwina.

Oh, gotcha.

Is, uh, Dr Fairley there?

- Tell her I'm here.
- I can hear him.

- She can hear you.
- Tell her I've got my hands full.

- He's got his hands full.
- I can hear him.

Um, can you ask if he has blood results?

- Tell her I've got the blood results back.
- I'm not enjoying this.

Can't you just put him on?

What? No. I'm busy here. Just tell her...

- I can hear you.
- Oh. Good.

Now listen,
I've got the blood results back.

Hmm. Anything to suggest
he didn't suffocate?

No, but here's the interesting thing.

The bloods reveal HS troponin.
Do you know what troponins are?

Proteins released
when the patient has a heart attack.

So maybe whoever wrapped Hobson up
thought he was already dead,

but he was only unconscious
after the heart attack.

I want you to look for one more thing.

Apart from Cause of Death? What?

Sildenafil.

- (Edwina) What's Sildenafil?
- Oh!

- Oh?
- Oh, quite a lot.

What is Sildenafil?

- (Nichols) Viagra?
- (Grace) Yeah.

That's one brand name for it.

(Nichols) How much did he have?

Four times more than his doctor's
recommended maximum.

Ohh!

So Hobson took a stiffener
hoping for kinky sex and instead...

Had a heart attack
and appeared to have died.

And someone wrapped him up, put him
in a coffin that was going far, far away.

(chuckles) I think we'd better speak
to Hobson's wives.

(suspenseful music playing)

You want to explain what you and the
former Mrs. Hobson were fighting about?

Well, I'd hardly call that a fight.

We were just having a friendly discussion.

We're great friends, Alice and I.

Arguing the day before your husband
was found dead.

I was shocked to learn of Howard's death.

So you don't know what he was up to
in his bedroom.

We sleep in separate bedrooms.

So you don't sleep together,
you don't have sex,

you put up with his infidelity...

What, are you just marking time
until he dies so you get his fortune?

- Have you seen his will?
- Not yet.

I only get half of Howard's estate.

Who gets the other half?

Oh, I had no idea.

Well, his current wife
doesn't seem too happy about it.

Well, Isabella of all people
should understand.

I imagine it's compensation for the
indignity Howard's behaviour caused.

I, of course, coped a lot better
than poor Isabella.

She wanted to leave him,
but she was afraid if he found out,

he'd write her out of the will.
I imagine that's why she killed him.

She told you that?

You would have been aware of how much
Sildenafil would stop that heart.

Well, that would require me
to care about Howard's health.

Well, you cared
about being written out of his will.

The only person who knew that

was the woman
who was so pathetically broke

she would do anything
to get her hands on that money.

A woman's finances
are as personal as her age.

Yeah, well, we've checked your finances
and you're all but bankrupt.

And that's why I went there
to ask for a tide-me-over.

Hmm. But Isabella stopped you coming in.

Maybe you knew she was a heavy sleeper
and you came back later.

- Where were you last night?
- I don't recall.

Sometimes I have a drink... or two.

I haven't heard that many lies
since my ex-wife's wedding vows.

So we'll get a DNA swab on both of them

and see if we can find traces
on those bandages.

That's the thing.

I don't get why either of them would want
to hide the fact that Hobson died.

His death means
they're each worth a fortune.

Well, they're both lying, they were
both there, they both had a motive.

- One of them did it.
- Who's that?

(Nichols) Hobson's grandson.

All this talk of sex and money
and betrayal

makes me think I should have gone
to seminary college.

But think of Maxine.

Speaking of,
do you know why Harrow was suspended?

Maxine doesn't do anything
without good reason.

Part of why I love her.

(cell phone ringing)

You've reached Daniel Harrow.
Leave a message...

(tapping)

(hollow tap)

(hollow tapping)

(ringtone plays)

(sighs)

What do you want, Chester?

(Chester) Just want to hear
how you're doing, Daniel.

- No need to be hostile.
- Then don't bullshit me!

All right.
I wanted to hear the fear in your voice.

Well, you're out of luck.

Uh-huh.

Hey, are you curious
how your daughter's doing?

You leave her alone, you...

(line disconnects)

(ringtone plays)

What the f...

(screams)

You're gonna put that in a bin,
aren't you?

Who are you, the litter police?

Yeah, well, I'd be doing a better job
than the actual police.

I can't talk to you about the
Markides case. It's current, so...

It's not about me. It's about dad.

Okay, I'm gonna put it out there.

Dad told me that he doesn't think
that the guy who died in custody shot him.

He thinks someone else set him up.
And that same person set me up.

And that same person killed Simon
and Moran, the guy Simon visited.

I don't expect you to do anything.

But I do want to know
who dad thought was behind all this.

I'm not saying he is...

but if your dad's right about this
and he didn't tell you?

He had reason not to tell you.

So you're not going to tell me?

No.

Well, I don't know where dad is.

- Do you know where he is?
- No.

Make a choice.

Someone had him naked, restrained,

and dosed with enough Sildenafil
to stop his fragile heart.

So... promise of sex, but no intention?

Well, promise of sex
but intention of death.

(grunts softly)

(Grace) When his heart stopped...

(groans)

...he looked dead, but he wasn't.

He was unconscious long enough
to be wrapped up and put in his casket.

But he wasn't dead.

He regained consciousness
and worked his mouth free.

- (device beeps)
- You saw this last time.

- I know...
- (device beeps)

...but I just thought
he'd freed his mouth to breathe.

But actually...

Look at that damage pattern.

It's distinctively up-down.

Can you turn the lights down, please?

(Edwina) What are you looking for?

(Grace) I'll tell you when I find it.

Oh, wow.

(Grace) W-I-L.

(Edwina) Will.

He'd freed his mouth not to breathe,
but to leave a message.

(Edwina) What is that?

I think... it's lipstick.

- Why are you smiling?
- Because I know whose it is.

And she's been asking
all about Hobson's will.

(woman 1) What were the changes that you
convinced Mr. Hobson to make to his will?

That his fortune would go entirely
to the Youth for Democracy Movement.

The Egyptian opposition party?

(Nenet) My mother is from Egypt.

You have no idea how women
still struggle for rights there.

So I wanted to humiliate my government.

So once he told me he would change
his will, I said I would reward him.

So I did.

And once he was dead...

I left.

(woman 1) If you wanted the mummy
for your political party,

why did you put Mr. Hobson in the casket?

Because she didn't.

But I think I know who did.

I was actually on my way over to...

to tell Howard I couldn't work
for him anymore.

And I found him... like that,
trussed up like a pig.

(Nichols) And that's how
he could have been found.

You had other ideas?

Yes. So...

I got busy.

I knew where to find the bandages.

I prepared him.

Made space for him...

and set things to unfold.

So you didn't know Mr. Hobson
was still alive?

No.

You must have known you couldn't have
got him through Customs.

Of course.

And I knew she'd be there.

And I couldn't wait
to see the look on her face.

I knew with the mummy missing
and Hobson being in there,

that she wasn't gonna slip away so easily.

There would have to be an investigation.

She said that Hobson changed the will so
that the opposition party in her country

inherited pretty much everything.

Such a will would leave
Isabella penniless.

(Grace) Isabella Hobson?

The only happiness I've felt in the last
ten years is being near Isabella.

Now I don't know if she'll ever love me,
but at least now she knows I love her.

How long is he away for?

At least eight years.

Oh, thank God.

I thought I might have
to take him to dinner.

(Harrow grunts)

(straining)

(wood splintering)

Okay.

- (ringtone plays)
- (sighs)

(Chester) Lightheaded? Disoriented?
Thirsty?

Unpleasantly disposed.

You know, it's a shame
you couldn't apply your brain

to being an anaesthetist
instead of to being a psychotic menace.

(laughs) Forget about the analysis.
Nobody's got it right.

I got it right.

I put you in jail.

Yes, but you don't know why.

Why you made the mistakes I found?

Why I deserved to be put in jail.

- You killed those young people.
- I did.

But are we born to kill, Daniel,
and suppress the instinct?

Or are we born to protect
and learn to be killers?

What do you think?

I think you learnt it,
though I don't know from where.

What happened, Francis?

What did you see?

It's not what I saw, Daniel.

It's what you're going to see
before you die, before your air runs out.

(line disconnects)

(ringtone plays)

My phone...

(tense music playing)

What?

(cell phone chimes)

Shit.

Shit, shit!

("Crow Jane" by Skip James plays faintly)

Hey, it's me.

♪ Wants me 40 rounds of ball ♪

♪ Shoot Crow Jane
Just to see her fall ♪

♪ She got to fall ♪

Hey, Dad.

(cell phone chimes)

Yes, you bastard.

♪ Got to fall
She got to ♪

♪ That's the reason
I begged Crow Jane ♪

♪ Not to hold her head
So high ♪

Dad?

♪ Someday baby
You know you got to die ♪

♪ You got to lay down and... ♪

(ringtone plays)

(voice shaking) Oh, no.

Oh... God, no.

♪ That's the reason
I begged Crow Jane ♪

♪ Not to hold her head
Too high

♪ Someday baby,
You know you got to die ♪

♪ You got to lay down... ♪

(Harrow panting nervously)

(creaking on steps)

Hi, Fern.

(sobs) God, no.
No, don't. Fern!

(footsteps running away)

- (panting)
- (line disconnects)

Oh, well done, bub.

(relieved sigh) Well done.

(Will) How did he die?

No one will tell me.

(clears throat) Well...

as one ages,
one's heart tends to enlarge slightly

and the artery walls and arterioles
become thicker

and then the elastic tissue
within those walls and arterioles is lost.

So a condition that appears regularly
in the elderly

is something called
"isolated systolic hypertension..."

Your pop was old.

He had a lot to live for...

especially you.

But his heart just gave out.

- What's your name, hon?
- Will.

Will.

Listen, we think it was you your pop
was thinking about before he passed on.

So let's just sit with him a while?

(melancholy music playing)

(Harrow) You've reached Daniel Harrow.
Leave a message and I'll return your call.

Yeah, get me the Deputy Coroner.

(Doug) Hinton speaking.

Doug, Bryan Nichols.

- Bryan, how are ya?
- Yeah, good, mate. Good.

Look, mate, sorry to put you on the spot,

but I was just speaking to Maxine
about Harrow.

And, uh, I need to know
why he forged her signature.

What exactly was he trying to do?

Well, he's been trying to get permission
to dig up Francis Chester.

What was that?

What was what?

The worst bedside manner I've ever seen.

I used to be a neurosurgeon.

Brain tumours, they were my specialty.

I didn't talk much to the patients.
I talked to the radiologists.

Until a boy came in.

A boy about his age.

He had a tumour entangled
in blood vessels.

Inoperable, everyone thought.

This boy...

his name was Christopher.

He had three months to live.

Though I didn't talk to patients,
but something made me talk to Christopher.

He was scared.

He didn't want to die.

So I thought...

"No. I'm good. He doesn't have to die."

So against everyone's advice,
I convinced his parents to let me operate.

11 hours.

Every hour, new blood vessels to navigate,
and more tumour to find and remove.

Eight hours in...

I realised there was healthy brain tissue
I had to remove.

So I did.

Did he die?

No. He lived.

But Christopher was gone.

The boy who woke up, he had lost speech,

he'd lost movement,
he couldn't feed himself,

he couldn't recognise a soul.

So I saved his life,

but the three months
that he could have had with his family,

I stole them.

After that, I found it really hard
to go with confidence into a brain.

(sniffles) So here I am.

I didn't think I'd have to care here.

But apparently, I still do.

Tea?

I'll go tidy up.

(melancholy music playing)

(line ringing)

(Harrow) You've reached Daniel Harrow.
Leave a message and I'll return your call.

(cell phone beeps)

(dirt falling)

(muffled shouting)

(beeping continues)

- (Steph) What did he look like?
- I don't know. Big. I didn't see him.

- Well, if you saw him again, could you...
- Mum, I don't know!

Okay, but we're still going to the police.

- But they don't believe me!
- They're going to believe me!

I'm calling Nichols.

(car engine starts)

(Steph groans) He's not answering.

- What are you doing?
- (Fern) I'm checking dad's files.

I think I know who it is.

(Nichols) Jesus Christ, Harrow.

What the hell is going on here?

(Steph) We are not
leaving the police station

until Bryan Nichols tells me to my face
that we are safe, okay?

(Fern) I think that could be him.

(Steph) What?

- The guy who attacked you?
- (cell phone rings)

- Cal, where are you?
- I'm at work.

Don't go to the Bettie. It's not safe.

- (Callan) The Bettie? Why?
- There was a man on there and...

Listen, I'm going to send you a photo
of him, okay?

- Fish, what's going on?
- Cal, I think he wanted to kill me.

- What?
- (line disconnects)

- Hey, mate.
- Hey.

Sorry I'm late. I had a think.

- That's all right.
- What's wrong?

Oh, just...

- Nothing, just worries at home, you know?
- (cell phone chimes)

Oh. Nothing serious, I hope.

(horn honks)

(ominous music playing)

(theme music playing)