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[Harrow] Previously on Harrow...

Ice cream.

What, now?

I think there's only now.

You don't give a shit about Fern.

You're just using her.

Did he tell you that he stole money

from that dead boy's mother?

What would you like?

Something with 22 million answers in it.

[James] Tech support.

Oh, thank Christ. Come in.

This is going to take me some time.

Take as long as you need.

[Brookes] Cybercrime have another go

- at the shipyard phone?
- No good.

[Brookes] We might have
another lead on Harrow's son.

James Reed entered
the country on a study visa.

Can you check if someone was here

and they wanted to delete
something permanently?

- [Harrow] Where's your mother?
- [James] She's dead.

Cancer? Why didn't you call me?

I didn't know you existed.

Mum said she didn't know
who my father was.

[Harrow] Why did she lie about me?

Hello, Daniel.

Tanya.

[drum and violins playing
dramatic baroque music]

Un, deux, trois,

quatre, cinq!

[click echoes]

[click]

[ominous music]

[woman screams]

[theme music]

The cancer's in remission.

I'm glad.

I'm sorry.

I know how hard you tried.

To find us.

Why didn't you let me?

You would have talked me back.

Daniel. Is James in trouble?

I didn't steal a cent.

But I think her son did.

And I think that's why
he needed a fake passport.

You know, it makes sense

if he stole all that money from Mummy.

James, is Mila after you
because of her son

or because of her missing money?

I don't know anything about either.

Yeah, well, if she thought you did,
what would she do to you?

I think she'd kill me.

[ominous music]

I went to the shipyard,

and there was a dead young man
who I thought was my son.

I had maybe the worst two days of my life.

And the DNA results came in,

and the same night, James shows up.

And now you're here,

I'm not sure I can believe
a word he's told me.

I'm not sure he wasn't involved
in that boy's death.

I guess he knows that

because now he's not talking to me.

Well, he'll have to talk to me.

[knock on door]

- Steve.
- Senior.

Surveillance 2 just uploaded some photos.

From?

Daniel Harrow's boat.

[Nichols] Okay.

Jesus. Is that--

We checked her face scan
with Border Protection.

Tanya Ann Hain.

Changed by deed poll
in 1988 from Tanya Ann Reed.

[suspenseful music]

[Tanya] I can't believe
you still have the Fiat.

[engine starts]

Why aren't we moving?

Because they're not.

Police. So we can't go see James.

[mobile phone ringing]

Harrow.

Excuse me, Grace.

You're like a failing Instagrammer.

You need better followers.

And you needed to tell me
about your visitor.

I didn't even know Tanya was still alive.

Harrow, I know your son is in the country,

and he is a person of interest
in what might be a homicide.

And that is why,
even if I did know where he was,

I wouldn't tell you.

So you don't know where your son is?

No, and neither does Tanya.

So leave us alone.

Morning.

Hi.

Everything okay?

Yeah, fine.

Me too. I had my two ice creams last night

and slept like a baby.

Oh, my God. I am so sorry.

Something came up.

Something always does.

Okay, Martin Bruce Peek.

George Vaughn Ilic.

Grave robbers?

Duelists.
Members of an historical society.

[Harrow] Mm, former members.

Why were they dueling?

Well, apparently Mr. Ilic said something
to which Mr. Peek took offence.

Well, ten paces at dawn.

And their seconds?

In a duel, the combatants

are each accompanied by their seconds

who try to dissuade them from fighting
and to check and hand over the weapons.

Yeah, well, we're interviewing
two people at CIB now,

but both claim they thought
these two were shooting blanks.

Like my ex-wife,
just before we had a daughter.

[Harrow] And the referee?

Whomever gave the signal to fire?

He's gone to ground.
We're looking for him.

So I'll leave these with you.

Just send 'em back with the clothes,

and, uh, any developments,
you let me know.

[suspenseful music]

Pistols at dawn, eh? How romantic.

I could shoot you at dawn, if you like.
Or any time, really.

Oh, ha ha.

Were there any underlying medical issues?

Ah, it seems Mr. Ilic was fit as a fiddle.

Same as Mr. Peek,

except for minor heartburn
and Restless Legs Syndrome.

Hmm. They both had pretty good aim.

[Edwina] They were both long-term members

of the Brisbane Faro Society.

Faro! A card game derived from Basset

and a precursor to poker.

Very popular in Europe
in the 18th and 19th century.

Are there any other wounds?

Mr. Peek has something very faint here.

Now, is that under the make-up?

[Grace] It looks like under.

I think that's lipstick.

Mm, well, makes sense.

Someone kissed him good luck.

Or goodbye, if she knew
the pistols were loaded.

But Nichols said the witnesses
thought the guns were not.

Hmm. A pair of matching flintlock
dueling pistols.

They were Peek's, apparently.
He had a license.

Well, let's swab their hands
for gunpowder residue.

Are the CT's ready?

Mm-hmm.

Right, looking at that path of travel,

the one on the left,
the shot broke the fifth rib

and passed right through both ventricles.

[Grace] Yes,
and this through the right lung,

severing the superior vena cava.

They were certainly aiming
at one another's hearts.

They really wanted to kill each other.

Or really didn't think they would.

Let's take a look at those lead shots.

[Harrow] Fishing sinkers.

[Fairley] Makes sense.

Practical, easy to get.

[Harrow] "Ruffian."

Hmm.

But what was worth killing for?

[Emeline] Oh, we were all shocked.

I'm still shocked.

And, Ms. Mellis, you are the club's...

New marketing manager.

Right. Which entails...

Raising interest.

She's doing a great job. She--

Yeah. Ms. Yancy,
you're the club's treasurer?

Ah, so do you know
why Mr. Peek and Mr. Ilic were arguing?

The game.

The annual championship?

Fifty-year anniversary championship.

The winner gets the time capsule.

[Harrow] What's in the time capsule?

Um, we... we can't say for sure.

We've only got one photo,

and unfortunately,
it's completely out of focus.

But it's nothing valuable.

It's more about the prestige.

The unearthing will be a big deal.

There'll be local papers,

and Emeline is trying
to get the local TV news.

Yep, yep, the argument?

Martin and George
were playing, when George...

when George said--

George said that he was growing so old

waiting for Martin to place his bet

that he was starting to find
Martin's wife attractive.

Pretty mild trash talk.

Oh, not for Faro.

Martin took offence

and later, he challenged George to a duel.

Have there been duels here before?

Yes, but they were usually
settled by a card game

or a fencing bout.

Sometimes with pistols and paintballs.

So Mr. Dugald Hogarth
is the winner by default?

[Nichols] Ah, now
he's our missing referee.

Have either of you seen him?

I don't see your name
here on the list, Ms. Mellis.

Well, I thought I was too new
to the club to play.

Maybe I should have.

Where does Mr. Peek keep his pistols?

[Harrow] I'm, ah, very sorry
for your loss, Mrs. Peek,

but, ah, you were your husband's
second at the duel?

Yes, that's right.

But you didn't load his pistol?

No, no, I just handed it to him.

Corneal transplants.

Ah, yes, I'm...

I'm afraid Martin was going through a bit
of a midlife crisis.

Rather Dr Harrow's area of expertise.

It wasn't like him, though.

He was always a very responsible man.

He was a tax accountant.

But the last few months, he changed.

He became secretive, deceptive.

That's also Dr Harrow's area.

Mrs. Peek, did your husband
have Restless Legs Syndrome?

Was this something new?

No. No, but more recently
it had become sort of a,

well, restless hands syndrome
and restless other things.

Ah, his, uh, marital appetite.

Where did he keep his guns, Mrs. Peek?

There's paintballs, but no lead shot.

Do you have a key for this, Mrs. Peek?

Martin was the only one who had a key.

[officer] Sarge.

Oh.

Thanks, Mick.

Ruffian.

I need to sit down.

That's okay.

Mrs. Peek, this morning, before the duel,

did you kiss your husband good luck?

I, ah, I think so.

Then I guess that just leaves our referee.

- Mm.
- [mobile phone ringing]

[Nichols] Mr. Dugald Hogarth, our referee.

[Harrow] Why did he run from the duel?

Well, he was upset seeing two club mates

die unexpectedly in front of him.

Two club mates he was playing
in the Grand Final.

Could he have tampered with the guns?

No key.

Solid alibi.
And a severe allergy to seafood.

There's no way he could have
touched Mr. Peek's fishing kit

without having a seizure.

No, Mr. Hogarth may have had the motive,
but he has a watertight alibi.

Mrs. Peek may have had the means,
but no motive.

No, no, we have two dead men
with their fingers on the trigger,

one of whom owned
both the guns and the sinkers

and had clearly been taking
things a little bit too seriously,

including card game insults.
Am I right so far?

Righto. Well, if you find anything new,
you let me know.

Otherwise, I have another potential
murder investigation

that I need to continue.

[suspenseful music]

[door opens and closes]

Tell me they died
for something worthwhile.

Love? Fortune?

A schoolyard taunt that frankly Fairley
could do better.

You had a phone call earlier.

You answered my phone?

Your office has good Wi-Fi.

[suspenseful music]

- Hi.
- Hi.

As I was saying, yes,
James is here, in Australia.

He told me he'd been accepted

into Computer Studies
at the University of Adelaide.

But at home, I got an email
from the University

about overdue fees.

I rang, and apparently,

James had never attended one lecture.

I tried to call him, got no answer.

I rang the consulate, thinking the worst,

but he wasn't dead.

So I came out.

- Do you think--
- Nuh.

And where did you start?

With his father.

- Oh.
- Yes, see--

Shut up.

[chuckles] I arrived last night.
I went to Daniel's boat.

He told me
there was a boy who died in a shipyard.

- Okay, here I really--
- Harrow.

[Tanya] Daniel said it seemed for a while
this might be James.

Then he told me that
after the DNA proved it wasn't,

that James...

was nowhere to be found.

Then explain to me why you left this.

[Harrow, on voicemail] Listen, I really
need to speak to your brother.

If you see him, get him to call me.

[beeping]

Well, you convinced me James was here.

My name in that passport,

the note on the body
that seemed to be for me.

So I left a message.

And she's had no contact?

I mean, if she has, I don't know.

You've been listening to my phone.

So just tell me straight.

Have I come to the right city?

If my son is not in Brisbane,

I am not going to waste
any more time here.

Well, I'm sorry,

but I can't tell you
anything else at the moment.

Well, when you do find him,

please call me.

Nice to see you again, Daniel.

So do you still--

No, go see her out.

[keyboard clicking]

[Fern] And we are in.

Okay, so now what?

Now we look.

[James] For what?

[Fern] For bodies due to be released
back to their next of kin.

Why?

'Cause sometimes when bodies
are released to next of kin,

so are their possessions.

Here. Lawrence Paul Schumann.
Nursing home death.

Determined to be of natural causes.

Mr. Schumann's belongings
are held in Police CIB

and can now be released.

Right, right.
And is there a case code?

The question is,
can you swap the case code

with the one attached to your phone?

Okay, I gotta get to work. Let me know.

Okay.

[suspenseful music]

[door opens]

[door closes]

5-2-1-8-4.

[door buzzer]

What did you forget?

Why did you tell Daniel I was dead?

Why did you tell me
you never knew his name?

It's hard to believe anything you say
anymore, James.

No, that much is true.

I told you that because I didn't want
you going to find him.

I didn't want you falling in love
with who he is and what he does.

I didn't want to lose you.

You could have just told him.

You know how it is with lies.

Maybe you don't.

After a while,
they become so big, they just...

they won't go back in the bottle.

Right, James?

University of Adelaide?

I wanted to find my dad.

And you have. What now?

Now, I need my phone.

If I get that, I get everyone off my back.

What, including Mila Zoric?

My phone will prove I didn't kill Max.

The only way you'll get it back
is if you turn yourself in.

I can pay for a lawyer.

What happens then? What if-- What if
you get your phone back,

all this goes away,

what then?

Will you stay here?

Why didn't you just tell me his name?

You look terrible, Mum.

Go get some sleep.

[Olivia Chaney] ♪ I hated all others ♪

♪ Who spoke of him ill ♪

Catching up on work?

Loose ends. You?

Trying to balance the books too.

♪ For he's going to be wed ♪

Your boy. At home?

Louie is with his father this week,

so rather than sitting at home
missing him, I work.

You?

Seems I sit at home missing work.

♪ I saw my lover going to the curb door ♪

The mystery duelists?

♪ With his fair maiden ♪

See, I know what killed them,
but I still don't know...

Why?

Yes.

See, according to Mr. Peek's wife,

he suffered from Restless Legs Syndrome.

Mm, so he had trouble sleeping, too.

Mm, and according to this,

he was prescribed a medication
by the name of Pramipexole.

And?

It has reported side effects including
a heightened sex drive,

increased recklessness

and an exaggerated desire to gamble,

which would explain
Mr. Peeks' recent behavior.

What's this? 1-phenyl--

1-phenyl-3-pyrazolidinone.

Phenidone?

Where was that?

On his hands.

Traces of gunpowder
with minute traces of that.

What is it?

Phenidone.

It's a darkroom chemical.

Photographic developer.

But Peek didn't have
a darkroom at his house.

[thunder rumbling]

Hello?

Hello!

Oh, Mr.--

Harrow. Late night for you?

Yes. Just, um, getting ready
for the big final tomorrow night,

and the unsealing the next day. Exciting.

How is there a final?

Ah, so Ms. Mellis is playing.

How?

Well, apparently
there is a clause in the charter.

If there are insufficient players
in a match,

the treasurer can nominate a stand-in.

And Ms. Mellis asked you to nominate her.

Well, it is a bit of a change
to have a woman in the final.

Emeline's been a wonderful
marketing manager.

She's really got a nose for attention.

Putting the club online,
and the newsletters.

Oh, speaking of newsletters,

do you know if there was anyone here
developing photographs?

[Yancy] The darkroom's been here
since the start of the club 50 years ago.

Did Mr. Peek use it?

Martin? No. But Emeline does.

She found some old photos in the files.

She thought she might put some
in the latest newsletter,

but they're not too good, apparently.

These are from the laying
of the time capsule.

[Yancy] Really?

[thunder rumbling]

There's a frame missing.

[thunder rumbling]

Do you have any idea
where she might have put it?

[Emeline] Well, Yancy wouldn't know.

Hi. Came to help you set up.

And look who we find in the dark.

He's a policeman.

Well, he's a doctor.

Where's the missing frame?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Shame.

I really quite like
seeing how things develop.

Good luck with your game.

Kiss for luck?

Well, it's very sad
what happened to Martin and George.

Mm.

There's nothing to find here.

[Nichols] You kissed Mrs. Peek?

No. Mr. Peek had
an almost faded lipstick mark on his cheek

under the make-up he wore to the duel,

which means he was kissed earlier.

Now it's the same shade
of lipstick Ms. Mellis wore

when she kissed my cheek.

When she kissed--

Oh, God, can you prove
it was Ms. Mellis who kissed Mr. Peek?

- No--
- Well--

But Peek also had faint traces

of a darkroom chemical on him.

Now there is a darkroom at the Faro Club
that Ms. Mellis uses.

Yeah, but that doesn't mean
he didn't use it by himself.

But you still think Emeline Mellis

put the sinkers in the guns
so they'd kill each other.

Yes!

To join the Faro game,

where there's nothing to win
but the game itself?

Except there is missing film
of the time capsule's contents.

Perhaps Ms. Mellis knows
there's something valuable in it,

and that's what she wants to win.

So what do you want me to do?

[baroque music with harpsichord]

This is bloody ridiculous.

It's hot, I'm itchy.

We can just wait
until we get a warrant Monday.

No. They play the final tonight.

There'll be nothing left
to search for Monday.

Let's just play

and watch Emeline Mellis's
face when you win.

Yeah, but I've-- I've never played Faro.

You're the precinct's poker champion.

Come on! How hard can it be?

[camera clicks]

[people conversing]

What are you doing here?

We have come to play.

Oh! You're not even members.

Actually, we are.

We joined online, thanks to you.

And according
to Section 9.5 of your charter,

in the event of the passing
of permanent members,

any new members may take their places.

Um, no, he's right. He's right.

You can play.

[period lute music]

[Yancy] Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to the 50th Anniversary Final.

At stake is the time capsule
laid down in 1970,

which will be unsealed tomorrow at noon

and presented to the winner.

[polite applause]

Mr. Hogarth?

Let's play.

Jack, please.

[Yancy] Losing card, valet de carreau,

winning card, as de carreau.

Mr. Nichols wins.

[applause]

[Nichols exhales]

You okay?

No, it's this bloody outfit.

Feel like a chook in an oven bag.

[Yancy] Bets, please.

Ace.

Losing card, as de trèfle.

Winning card,

cinq de carreau.

Mr. Nichols wins again.

[applause]

Well, I need a drink. Gentlemen?

Oh, yes please.

Not for me, thanks.

And we pause.

Well, this is going well.

Well, I'm going well. You're terrible.

What's your plan?

Well, she eliminated Peek and Ilic

and thought she could beat Hogarth.

But you're unsettling her.

Assuming your theory's correct,

what is she gonna do
in front of all these people?

I don't know.

I got you one anyway.

I wouldn't drink that if I were you.

What?

And we resume.

[baroque string music]

[echoing] Mr. Nichols?

Ah...

Mr. Hogarth?

I...

Here.

No... here.

I feel a bit crook.

I think you were drugged.

Okay, I'm going to get some fresh air.

You win the game.

Your bet.

Huit de coeur,

- et la dame de trèfle.
- [gasping]

Ms. Mellis wins.

[applause]

Mr. Hogarth is out.

We are down to our last three cards.

[suspenseful music]

What did you find in the photograph
of the time capsule?

What is it that you were
prepared to kill for?

I have no idea what you're talking about.

But I do know I'm going to win.

You are good at calculating odds.

Unlike you.

True.

But I'm good at hunches.

Bets, please.

Mr. Harrow?

I believe I can bet on the order

the last three cards appear.

And if I'm right,
I win four times the bet.

I read the rule book.

Which will make you the winner.

Then I wager the last card
is the valet de trèfle.

The Jack of Clubs.

Losing card, dix de carreau.

Winning card, le roi de pique.

Which means the last card is indeed,

the Jack of Clubs.

Mr. Harrow wins.

Congratulations, Mr. Harrow,

which means the time capsule is yours.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you, that's very kind.

Thank you, everyone.
We'll see you tomorrow.

[Harrow] Ms. Mellis!

You can dash off,

but the police don't take
too kindly to murder,

let alone drugging a police officer.

Like I said, I have no idea
what you're talking about!

What was in that time capsule
that was worth killing for?

You seriously are deluded!

You wanted to win.

Yes, I did.

I thought I might be in the papers.

Maybe on TV. Sue me.

But you found the photograph
of the time capsule.

Oh!

It's just a bunch of old crap!

I just wanted the cards.

They are collectors' items.

And when Yancy found
the loophole to let me play,

we agreed that I would keep the cards

and she could keep everything else.

But you kissed me on the cheek,

just like you kissed Martin Peek.

Oh, my God!

Oh, don't be gross.

I never kissed Martin.

Then who did?

[door slams]

[engine starts]

[suspenseful music]

Wondering if you have time to unseal it
before the police catch you?

It was you who recognized

what Emeline had found in this old photo.

An antique deck of cards,

and an old envelope,

stamped with a Plate 77 Penny Red.

What's it worth?

Over half a million.

These dusty old fools had no idea.

You were eliminated from the game early.

Then Emeline showed you
the photo she found,

and you needed a patsy to play for you.

So you convinced her.

I told her I knew
how to get her in the game.

If she won, that beautiful flirt

would have her face on the news,

and I'd get the envelope.

Peek and Ilic
were the best players at the club,

so they had to go.

But somehow, you knew Peek
was on Pramipexole,

and its side effects.

My late father had Parkinson's.

After George insulted Martin,

all he needed was a nudge.

[ominous music]

[Harrow] Which is where he got
the darkroom chemical on him,

and the lipstick.

Yah!

So you lifted his keys,

went to his basement

and put the sinkers in his pistols.

And then it was just a matter
of eliminating Hogarth.

Till you and your cop friend arrived.

Emeline took care of that problem.

Yah! Yah!

[dramatic music]

Sounds like I'm the only loose end.

Now you're getting the point.

[grunting]

Yah!

Please. The money's not worth it.

Of course it is!

I found it!

I deserve it!

I'm the smart one!

Me!

Hey! Hey, hey, hey. Oh!

Harrow!

I just woke up outside
and I couldn't find you.

Hey, ah, is there any more of that beer?

Well, well, the Marquis de Nichols.

I feel a bit iffy.

You'll be alright in the morning.

Hey, did we win?

Yeah.

Ah, Detective Brookes.

Brookesy!

I believe this is legally yours.

I'd like to open it, please.

Oh, what do you say it's worth?

Oh, dear.

It's utterly destroyed.

The area under the concrete slab
wasn't properly waterproofed.

Luck was no lady tonight.

Look.

A Marshal Sam Colt cereal toy.

I always wanted one of these.

[paramedic] Good to go?

Get him to St. Catherine's.

[giggles]

[Callan] What are you doing?

Sorry, I didn't hear you come in.

You're in Harrow's email.

Tell me what the hell you're doing.

None of your business.

It is. He's my girlfriend's father.

He's my father.

And it's my business.

So piss off.

[door closes]

[suspenseful music]

No work today?

I did enough damage last night.

Legit.

Did I say what I think I said,
falling asleep?

The other night?

That you left because you didn't want him
being raised around the dead.

That was not a good reason
to keep him from you.

It was terrible.

I've done terrible things too.

[soft music]

[suspenseful music]

[indistinct voices]

Z-Stock helpdesk,
how can I help you today?

I'm sorry to hear that,
but we can fix that.

I'll just need to take remote control
of your computer, if that's okay.

Okay, thank you.

Lovely family photo.

Is that your granddaughter?

Now let me see if I can find your problem.

[ominous music]

[mobile phone ringing]

Yes?

[Lund] We have a problem.

[ominous music]

[closes screen]

[closing theme music]