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[Harrow] Previously on Harrow...

You were lucky to find

a solicitor this late in the day.

Sage is my fiancé.

Tanya. We really worked.

- Where's your mother?
- She's dead.

Did James tell you he stole

22 million dollars from my company?

[Lund] He'll never give up his boy.

He might, if he has to choose

between James and his daughter.

She's playing you.

It wasn't me who stole
her money. It was Max.

[Hinton] I think Harrow's son was involved

in Max Zoric's death.

I want to tap Daniel Harrow's phone.

[Fern] You knew I was going to Mum's.

Nichols was there waiting for me.

[James] Well, I need to get my phone back.

You used me again!

Can I just see that it's here?

Sorry, it's been checked out

to Senior Sergeant Bryan Nichols.

[suspenseful music]

[woman singing haunting melody in Russian]

- [gasping]
- [phone line ringing]

[engine starts]

[horn blaring]

[theme music]

Ah, that piece of...

Tech support.

Ah, thank Christ. Come in.

So, ah, what seems to be the problem?

[ominous music]

This.

Been doing it
for the past couple of days now.

Um, look, this is going
to take me some time.

Yep, take as long as you need.

I'll be gone most of the day.

Sarge, you wanted me?

Oh, yeah.
Um, just need you

to take something back
to the evidence room.

[Brookes]
Cybercrime have another go

at the shipyard phone?

[Nichols] Yeah, no good.

Hopeless.

[Brookes] Really? There must be

some serious encryption going on in there.

[Nichols] Buggered if I know.

- Can't even send emails at the moment.
- [camera clicks]

We might have
another lead on Harrow's son.

- Immigration?
- Yeah.

Apparently, a James Reed entered
the country on a study visa.

Is your email back?

Can I get into my email?

Sure.

Yeah, great.

We're waiting on an email from them,

so hopefully they'll have
a passport photo.

[Nichols] Yeah, well, that'd be helpful.

Anything there from Immigration?

Ah, don't think so.

[suspenseful music]

Bloody hell.

[James] I'm sorry, I, um...

I think I'm gonna have to come back to you

with a new logic board.

Ah, alright, yep.

Thanks for your time.

Anything further from the phone tap?

No, it's gone quiet.

- Bryan?
- Hmm?

Are you sure you're okay to do this job?

You've been mates with Harrow a long time.

Well, that's why I gave him every chance.

[speaking Spanish]

His name is Carl Echeverria,
from Venezuela.

His wife had a heart attack at the wheel,

and he won't leave until he sees her.

Heart attack?
Was his wife his age?

- Mm.
- Who's doing the PM?

Fairley. Last thing today.

Well, she can't leave him here all day.

I just want to see her!

You can't. I'm sorry.

Not yet.

[speaking Spanish]

[speaking Spanish]

How did my wife die?

Well, that's what we're here to find out.

Later today.

[speaking Spanish]

First, they say it was a car accident,

now a heart attack?

How could she have a heart attack?
She was 28!

Let me do the PM.

You've got four other jobs on your list.

[mobile phone rings]

Hi.

This is not a great time.

Mr. Echeverria...

Well, I can't.
I'm still at work.

I am going to do everything I can

to find out exactly
what happened to your wife,

but it is going to take some hours.

Thank you.

We've been together
since we were at school.

I cannot leave her now.

What was your wife's name?

Gabriella.

[Edwina] Okay. CT's up.

No sign of stroke or aneurysm.

She has injuries to her mouth and nose,

but they could be from the collision.

Do we have any photos from the vehicle?

Ah, there's no damage to the vehicle.

Police at the scene think it was barely
moving when it hit the bins.

More cuts and bruising
to the inside of her lips.

Her tongue and throat are swollen and...

What's this?

[Edwina]
Eww! What is that?

Some sort of... fruit.

Pass me the endocam.

The larynx is swollen,
almost completely closed.

[Grace] Well, she'd barely
get any air into her lungs

through that opening.

There's so much mucus.

A raspberry?

[Harrow] More than one.

Not even chewed,

swallowed whole.

Which means that's not just blood,

that's raspberry juice.

So she choked on them?

If she had, there'd be no mucus,

and the raspberries aren't large enough
to block the airway.

It looks more like...

Anaphylaxis?

Yes.

Looks like she was
allergic to raspberries.

[Carl] But Gabriella loved raspberries.

She would eat them all the time
if we could afford them.

Had she ever had a reaction before?

I mean, even a mild one?

So, where would she get them from?

[Grace]
This is where she worked?

[Harrow] As a maid, yes.

[Grace] And you think
she got the raspberries here?

[Harrow] Maybe.

- Good afternoon.
- Hello.

May we speak with your Duty Manager?

Yes, he's right here.

How can I help?

We're with the Coroner.

We'd like to ask you a few questions

about Gabrielle Echeverria.

Not here.

Please.

The kitchen is this way.

I don't even know
why she left when she did.

She didn't clock off,
didn't fill out her time sheet.

Should you two still be here?

I've spoken to both of you
about this in the past.

I expect all employees to strictly adhere

to rosters and breaks.

Hard worker?

Very. She took as many shifts
as I could give her.

Ah, Fiona.

You're friends with Gabriella.

Ah, yes.

Is very sad.

[Derek]
Did you see her last night?

We had different shifts.

I need to talk to you
before you leave today.

You know why?

[Fiona] Yes, Mr. Moore.

[Derek] Come and see me when you've
finished your shift, please.

Okay, off you go.

They're 80 dollars a kilo,
flown in from Tasmania.

Eighty?

They think there might be
something wrong with them.

There can't be.

They're the best available.

Uh--

They're too expensive to use in desserts.

Only in the fruit platters.

Fruit platters?

Welcome packs. Emilio.

They only go to
our VIP guests on Level 15.

Organic. Hand-picked.

How many did you do yesterday?

Ah, only one. Room 1503.

Amanda!

[Amanda] Sorry.

As you can see, there's nothing
wrong with our raspberries.

And Gabriella didn't have
access to them anyway.

Room staff aren't allowed in the kitchen.

Then she must have come
into contact up on Level 15.

She couldn't have.

She only worked the non-VIP levels.

Maybe she went up there
to visit another maid.

The VIP floor has top security.

Even the maids need card access.

Look, we need to trace
Gabriella's movements.

Somehow, she must have been in Room 1503.

I noticed your security room.

Perhaps if we can look at the footage--

- Absolutely not.
- But--

Have you any idea where you are?

Our guests pay a premium for privacy.

There's no way I'm going to violate that.

Not without a warrant.

Now, please.

Can you tell me what happens
to the leftover fruit platters?

Aha!

A receipt, from Room 1509.

Champagne and abalone.

You have lemon peel in your hair.

That must be from this Moroccan tagine,

ordered by Room 1506.

Any raspberries?

No. See,
and that doesn't make sense.

This all came
from the VIP floor yesterday,

so where's the fruit platter?

- So...
- Ooh.

There was only one fruit platter.

It should be here, but it isn't.

Gabriella couldn't have taken it home,

otherwise it would be in her car.

She had a reaction like anaphylaxis
to the raspberries,

but her husband said she wasn't allergic.

I think we need to go to the 15th floor.

Oh! Why?

'Cause that's where the raspberries were.

Daniel, it doesn't matter.

The chef ate one.
They're not poisonous.

No one else is in danger, okay?

Gabriella just had
an unfortunate reaction.

It's been fun,

but we need to get back to work.

The car's this way.

Um, you smell like day-old abalone,

so I'm going to get a taxi.

[suspenseful music]

[coughing]

[coughing]

[elevator stops, door opens]

[door closes]

[groans]

Okay, okay, okay, okay,
let me get my I.D. Ohh!

Or help yourself.

[conversing in Russian]

Listen, what I would like to happen is--

What are you doing here?

Looking for raspberries?

[groans]

[knock on door]

[Russian accent]
You're with the Coroner, yes?

Is this about the dead maid?

Gabrielle Echeverria, yes.

Did you meet her?

How did she die?

How about we start with, who are you guys?

Call the police.

Anaphylaxis.

Or that's how it looks.

From?

Raspberries.

From a fruit platter
delivered to this room.

[conversing in Russian]

Okay.

Wait. I told you
what I know.

Now who are you?

Did you see the fruit platter?

What happened to it?

It's my phone!
It's my phone!

I want a show a photo.

The maid?

Yes. I need to know,
was she in this room?

Please don't come into my suite again.

[suspenseful music]

Hmm, now who's Insta-stalking?

Ha ha.

The woman who miraculously
didn't have you charged

for breaking into her room?

Yelena Grishenko.

That actually sounds familiar.

She's a Russian journalist

and an environmental activist.

Oh, yeah.

Anti-pollution.

Grew up in some
horrible Russian coal town.

Yes, which gave her childhood emphysema,

along with 30 percent
of the rest of her town.

So what's she doing here?

Public talk, but no one knows where.

Even the ticket holders
don't know the exact location

until an hour before she speaks.

Apparently, she's had
a lot of death threats.

Oh, I have a nasty feeling
you're brewing some theory

that connects Russians with raspberries.

Well, it makes sense.

She's had attempts on her life,

but no one can prove who.

The fossil fuel industries
want to shut her up.

So does her own government.

Those raspberries must have been poisoned

with something intended for Yelena.

Only they weren't.

Lab report just in.

No drugs, no alcohol, no poison.

Not in Gabriella,

and not in the raspberries in her throat.

There has to be.

Look. IgE serum markers

and mast cell tryptase
has elevated levels.

Classic markers for anaphylaxis.

I know poison and raspberries

and mystery Russians are much exciting,

but it appears the poor husband

simply lost his wife to bad fortune.

[sombre music]

So, it was allergy?

[speaking Spanish]

[Harrow]
But it does happen,

even in people who previously were fine.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

That's a hippocampus, right?

Who are you?

Louie.

You've got lots of dead things in here.

Yes, as well as books and artefacts.

I wanted to have Pythagoras
stuffed when he died.

Mum wouldn't let me.

So, where is your mother?

- [Warrington] Louie!
- Oh, here.

- Louie!
- Hi, Mum.

Warrington.

Harrow.

What on earth are you doing
letting my son in here?

What? I didn't even know
you had a son.

You still have five PMs to complete
before you leave her tonight.

I thought it was four.

Well, that's what happens
when you leave the building.

People continue to...
[whispers] die.

And autopsies continue to be required.

Can I see an autopsy?

- Absolutely not--
- Of course you can, Lou--

Let's go.

[mobile phone ringing]

James isn't at home, Dad.

Oh.

Ah, do you know where he is?

No. Don't want to get
in the middle of you two.

And I don't want you
to end up in serious trouble.

Then help him.

That's all he's asking you.

I've tried.

How much?

Your brother doesn't want

the sort of help that I want to give.

Instead, he lies.
He breaks into places.

Makes fake passports.

You did a lot for me.

Did he tell you that he stole money

from that dead boy's mother?

Twenty-two million dollars.

Fern,

I want to help him,

but he's got to start by telling
both of us the same story.

Alright, I'll see ya, Dad.

[signal alarm]

Oh, Harrow, goodness!

You look... Never mind.

Oh, you've finally finished.

Well, that's good.
I'll look over them later.

What's the bee in your bonnet?

I've got a garrotting.

What, a garrotting-garrotting?

Hmm? I know. Unusual.

[Fairley]
There, cause of death

shouldn't be too difficult to confirm.

Piano wire?

That's what it looks like.

Nothing in his pockets.
No I.D.

We fingerprinted him.
No record.

I mean, we might get something from that.

I've got no idea what it is.

That looks like a Spetsnaz tattoo.

Spets-whats?

Russian Special Forces.

Now you speak Russian.

I only know two things.

[speaking Russian]

and... [speaking Russian]

Which mean?

"How much is that beer?"

and "I have haemorrhoids."

Regardless, I know that is Russian.

Anything else unusual?

Only his hand.

Have a look.

SOCOs couldn't be sure,

but they thought it might have been a--

A bite.

The bruising on his neck

matches the internal bruising
around the larynx.

Harrow, what are you doing here?

- Uncle Lyle?
- Hmm?

Have you seen this?

Mucus.

Which is not consistent
with strangulation.

That's two cases in two.

I agree, it's unusual.

Daniel, I think we have an issue here.

What?
Why are you talking to him?

He's not even supposed to be here.

I do too.

[Fairley] The only issue we have
is the amount of pathologists

I have to wade through
to conduct my autopsy.

What is that?

Gabriella's teeth.

The maid?
What on earth has she--

I think they'll match that bite mark.

[Fairley]
Oh, goodness.

Bite matching has been
rigorously discredited,

unless you have a very particular pattern,

which that is not.

What if Gabriella
didn't eat the raspberries?

Remember, they weren't chewed.

What, they were forced into her mouth?

And she bit the man who did it.

See, that's why we couldn't
find the fruit platter.

- This guy took it.
- Excuse me?

So Russian Secret Service
are trying to kill Yelena?

And somehow Gabriella got between them.

Hello!

So who killed this man, and why?

I don't know,

but I think Yelena is in serious danger.

This isn't even your autopsy!

No, you're right.
It's yours.

Sorry, Uncle Lyle.

I have to save the planet.

Edwina, I need you to run another series
of tox screenings.

[Edwina] On Gabriella?

And the man who was garrotted.

- What are you looking for?
- Some sort of toxin.

And look for plasma
cholinesterase activity.

I'm expecting to find it reduced.

I thought tox was clear for poison.

Yes, it was.

I think they were killed
with some sort of nerve agent.

Can we fast-track that, please?

We need to talk with
Yelena Grishenko urgently.

There's no guest here by that name.

It's here. Her talk.

This is where she's giving it.

We need to get in.

Do you have a ticket?

- No.
- Well then.

Look, I can talk to her,

or I can call the Feds

and get this entire hotel shut down.

Do you have proof?

It's coming.

Do you have a face?

Not yet.

These people, they, ah,
poisoned the raspberries?

Not poison, nerve agent.

Then I won't eat any raspberries.

Ms. Grishenko, please,
you can't go on stage.

Show me a face.

[Derek] I think
you should leave. Now.

[Harrow] That maid you were
telling off yesterday.

She snuck off early, didn't she?

To go to the doctor's.

[dramatic music]

I need to talk to you
before you leave today.

She had bloods taken.

I wouldn't have a clue.

And she got Gabriella
to cover for her on the VIP floor.

[unsettling music]

We need to see who came into this room.

Why? As you said, Ms. Grishenko
wasn't actually staying here.

I know, but her attackers
may not have figured that out.

[Grace] That's her.

Can you fast forward to Room 1503?

Okay, play from there.

Why did she come out so fast?

[suspenseful music]

There.
Stop it there.

They're not staff.

They're wearing gloves.

Can you, ah, zoom in?

That's the man who was garrotted.

And the other guy?

Still out there.

Russian agents?

[Harrow]
I know it sounds crazy.

That's why I need you to tell the Feds.

They'll think I'm a crackpot.

No. Really?

Grace is sending you
a photo of the suspect now.

The Feds might know this guy.

[text message chimes]

[ominous music]

Okay, where are you two now?

In the lobby of the hotel.

The guy's gotta be here somewhere.

Okay, Harrow, stay away from the guy
and wait for back-up.

He's not going to give up
until he gets Yelena.

There he is.

Bryan, he's here.
We need police now.

Harrow! Jesus!

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Sorry.

Sorry. Sorry.

Where'd he go?

There.

Right, tell Yelena.
Tell her security.

Don't let her go on stage.

- Where are you going?
- After him!

Sorry.

[Harrow] Hey, stop!

Hold it!

[shouts "I have haemorrhoids" in Russian]

She saw you, didn't she?

The maid.

Poisoning the fruit platter.

[ominous music]

I come back.

[Harrow] But you couldn't have a witness.

Raspberries.

Which you tainted
with some kind of nerve agent.

[gasping]

The problem was,

Gabriella bit your friend.

[screams]

So he got affected too.

So what happened?

He wanted to go to hospital?

But you couldn't let that happen.

So he had to die some other way.

[groaning]

[staff member]
Hey, mate, you all right?

You failed!

No, I haven't.

[engine starts]

What have you done?

[ominous music]

You can't go out there, okay?

This is him.

You wanted a face?
This is it.

Good.

We will look out for him.

Thank you.

He's already killed twice.

Hey, you're going to die.

I am. But not today.

You've gotta stop her from going on stage!

I can't!

He's done something!

I don't know what!

[emcee, on stage] These are
troubled times we live in,

and it takes a brave voice

to cut through the turmoil and create...

The Russian.
He's planted something.

He's poisoned something!

She is safe.
We've checked everything.

He was too confident.

He knows she's going to die!

She's here today
to speak with us in person,

for a cleaner, greener planet Earth.

Over the last year, Yelena
has faced harsh criticism

from all over the world.

It's the puffer!

Yelena Grishenko!

[woman singing haunting melody in Russian]

Thank you, Dennis.

As usual, your lodgings
lived up to their reputation.

"Russian activist
saved by Federal Police."

No mention of us, I see.

I'm afraid, being
the superhero that you are,

you'll have to be content
with working in anonymity.

And to think, I saved her life.

I think I reached her first.

No, you were a distant second.

I think it was a lot closer than that.

Well, if it makes you feel better,

we'll call it a photo finish.

But you were second.

I feel like ice cream.

At seven in the morning?

Yeah, it's the best time.

I was thinking chocolate and hazelnut,
and rum and raisin.

I'm thinking we need to get back to QIFM.

Of course.

Who's claiming him?

Well, the Feds for now.

And after that,
a bureaucratic paper cluster

that would choke a goat.

I only wish I'd managed to stop
the second Russian.

Well, don't worry about that.
Someone did.

Feds passed this on from Interpol.

Airport bathroom in New Caledonia.

- What happened?
- Price of failure.

Crims always think they're smarter
than everyone else,

but in the end, they all get caught.

It's just a matter of time.

[suspenseful music]

[chimes]

That should do it.

Ah, so what was wrong with it?

Ah, some sort of malware.
Um...

Did anyone else
have access to your computer?

Ah, no, no.

Well, except the other techie.

What other techie?

The IT kid that was here the other day.

I'm the only one assigned the job,

and I just got it.

Ah, before you go,

can you check if any emails were deleted?

Sure. You mean in trash?

No, no, just if, ah...

if someone was here

and they wanted to delete
something permanently.

Um, there's a couple that went to junk.

Mm.

"Do I Have Diabetes?"

Yeah, yeah. Anything else?

Here's one, from
the Department of Immigration.

Mm-hmm.

There's an attachment.

Yeah, can you open it?

[ominous music]

Holy...

Shit.

Hi there.
That looks like hard work.

Pays the bills.

Do you do domestic work or just corporate?

I clean for anyone who pays.

I like your attitude.

Do you have a card?

No, I can give you my number.

What's your name?

Fern. Fern Harrow.

Well, it's lovely to meet you, Fern.

I'll be in touch.

That'd be great. Bye.

[Callan]
Locking your room now?

[James chuckles]

Pays to be careful.

You goin' out?

We all are.

Meeting Fern after work.

I thought we were supposed
to be eating in.

Change of plan.

Come on.

You can cook anytime.

[suspenseful music]

What's the endgame, James?

How long are you actually here for?

I don't know yet.

You talk big, man, but that's all you do.

You don't give a shit about Fern.

You're just using her.

I'm not my father.

No, you're not.

Harrow's a better man than you'll ever be.

Enjoy your meal.

[Nichols]
Do you think this guy,

who we now know as James Reed,

could be him?

Yeah, maybe.

What was he after in the car?

[Nichols] Same thing
he was after in my office.

The phone Cybercrimes can't unlock.

Yep.

Why do you think he wants it?

Well, it's got something to do
with the death of Max Zoric.

[pop electronic music playing]

[James] Hey.

What would you like?

I don't know, James.

Something with 22 million answers in it?

["Hey Moon" by John Maus
playing on record player]

♪ I know it's been so long ♪

♪ Since we saw
each other last ♪

♪ I'm sure
we'll find some way ♪

♪ To make the time pass ♪

- [mobile phone ringing]
- ♪ Hey moon ♪

♪ It's just
you and me tonight ♪

Daniel.

Where are you?

The lab.

Penance.

[Harrow laughs]

Is everything okay?

Ice cream.

What?

You suggested ice cream.
Let's get some.

What, now?

I think there's only now.

Yeah.

So, what do you say,
that place down by the water?

Sure.

Half an hour?

See you there.

[unsettling music]

Hello, Daniel.

Tanya.

[theme music]