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ANNOUNCER: Previously on Harrow...

WOMAN: If Quinn is dead, you know
that Bryan will find the killer.

That might not be Quinn.
Well, we're diving again.

If we find that skull,
it'll be a done deal.

The Geneva Institute wants me.

That says,
"To Professor Maxine Pavich."

Are you stealing
both of their identities?

Quinn's phone.

We found a message
on Quinn's phone from Steph Tolson.

STEPH: (OVER PHONE) That's it,
I warned you.

Now when I find you,
I'm gonna fucking kill you.

Why are you here?
What have you found?

You know he always took care
of that car.

In the last ten months, has there
been a claim made against it?

I don't think
we can tell Harrow about this.

It's a conflict of interest.
He was married to Quinn's wife.

Quinn's car has come up.
How do you know?

I'm staring at it.

And when were you going to tell me
about Quinn's car?

Don't you trust me?

(MUSIC PLAYS)

# There's no other... #

Using my exam room without asking
is one thing,

but that album is a first pressing.

And you're not rostered on
until midday. Why are you here?

I work here.

You, however, have an office
two flights up, remember?

Do you know how long it's been
since I've picked up tools?

BOTH: Seven years.

You know, they say you never forget,
they're right.

This feels really good.
Can you pass me that dish?

And I'm guessing the Geneva job
doesn't involve picking up tools.

No, it's pure academia.

But it's an internationally
recognised institution,

it's great pay
and there's Swiss chocolate on tap,

and I don't have to listen to you
and Fairley fight

like cats in a sack.

Fairley's a bit more ferrety.

My dysfunctional forensic family.

You were prepared to walk away
from us, from all of this.

For my actual family.

(PHONE VIBRATES)

What about Nichols? Does he know
you're thinking about Geneva?

No. No, no, no.
Don't you dare say anything.

Pick up, come on. Shit!

ANSWERPHONE: Hi,
you've reached Maxine Pavich.

Leave a message
and I'll get back to you.

Yeah, Max, hi. It's, ah, Bryan.

Um, just haven't heard from you
in the last couple of days

and wondering if everything's OK.

So, ah, can you just give us a buzz?

I miss ya, sweetheart.

(OFFICERS LAUGH)

Get back to work!

Sarge?

Quinn's car?
Yes. But look at the tyres.

The ones on the left side are
badly worn,

at least a couple of years old.

But both tyres on the right side...

Well, they look brand-new.

Well, usually two new tyres'd go
on the front or the back,

not on one side.

OK, let's find out
where Quinn got those tyres.

Good work.

I didn't hear you get up.
What are you looking at?

Sorry, I couldn't sleep.

Ah-ha, it's not too late
to go back to bed.

You want some tea?

Sure.

Listen, I was thinking about
that camping trip.

What camping trip?
Exactly.

The one we never got to take.

How about we head up to the coast
on Friday

and make a long weekend out of it?

I'd love to, Jesse, but it's just...
It's not a good time.

What is it?

Is it work? Is it Fern?

Is it...? Is it me?

No.

I just... I just need to be at home
right now, that's all.

Is this for Robert?

Yeah.

No, I mean, I...
I don't know, actually.

Do you want to talk about it?
No.

I'm fine. It's fine.

OK.

Ah, I'll probably skip tea
and get a jump on the traffic.

OK.

I'll call ya.

(SIGHS)

(MUSIC PLAYS)

What are you doing in here?
What does it look like?

But...

But you haven't done an autopsy
in...

Seven years. I almost forgot
how good she looked in scrubs.

But you... I mean you can't...

You're not supposed to be in here...
What are you concerned about, Lyle?

Are you worried that I might have
a change of heart about Geneva?

What?

No, of course not.

Are you?

Deputy Coroner told me you rang him
about my job.

That's not very sporting of you,
Lyle.

I mean, why shouldn't I?

I have just the right attributes
for the position.

Is backstabbing an attribute?

You know, I really don't appreciate
the pressure

this puts me under, Lyle,

and I certainly don't appreciate
you going over my head.

Until I make a decision...

..this job is still mine.

If you'd like me to write you
a letter of recommendation...

Get out of my way.

Should I ask?

No.

What are you doing here, anyway?

I thought you were heading
up the coast for Vivienne's birthday?

Ah, his name is still David,

and I am taking him to a resort
for this 30th.

We're leaving after lunch.

Oh, good. You can finish up here.

Bye.

SOROYA: (OVER PHONE) Hey, it's me.
Fancy getting out of the office?

Hi.

Hey. Early morning call for you.

Sorry, I felt bad waking you up.

I felt bad waking alone.

Who's the boy?

Rhys Weir, 17-year-old
Alderly High School student

and member of the rowing squad.

His body was spotted
early this morning by a rower.

His backpack, clothes
and phone were in his car up there.

He had a key to let himself into
the rowing shed to get his scull,

which was found downstream.

It appears he's driven himself here
to take an early morning row,

slipped and hit his head
as he was trying to launch.

Oh, careful, there's algae.
It's pretty slippery.

A single massive fracture
to the back of the skull.

Consistent with a fall
onto a hard edge?

Looks like it.

But?
Feel his face.

Quite cold.

I checked his temperature -
ambient.

He's been dead
for at least five hours.

So the time of death was...
2am or earlier.

I know.

Who goes rowing at 2 o'clock
in the morning?

All the senior rowers have a key
to the shed,

but they're not allowed access
before 5am.

Is there any reason he would have
gone down there that early?

Well, I suspect
because of what happened yesterday -

State Rowing Carnival.

All the local state
and private schools compete.

We were defending the title
for the eighth year in a row.

Unfortunately,
Rhys lost the single sculls event.

Mistimed his stroke,

and the school lost the title
by six points.

How did Rhys take it?

Did you see his Instagram post
from last night?

Hmm.

He was gay?

Yes, came out last year.

But his schoolmates,
and the faculty,

have been nothing but supportive.

Well, not everyone it seems.

Who's Luke Chambers?

One of Rhys's teammates
from the quads.

That's him on the far left.

Luke's being eyed for a scholarship
at the Institute.

Very driven kid.

I've no doubt yesterday's loss will
put his scholarship in jeopardy.

Eight years in a row
and Rhys lost the trophy.

He must have felt a bit of pressure.

Not from the school.

What about his family?

You know it's just his father,
right?

Yeah, we contacted him in Dubai.

He's returning
on the next flight out.

Rhys lived by himself
most of the time,

but he was very independent.

Drove himself around.

He was confident. Well liked.

Feeling pretty low

having ruined the school's
eight-year winning streak.

(BELL RINGS)

So do you think Rhys went
to the river to try to - what? -

redo the event he lost?

At two o'clock in the morning?

That's when the demons come,
isn't it?

Mm.

You're kidding me.

Is this you? Top of the class.

I thought you went
to a private school with Fairley?

I did.

Until I dropped out and came here.

Long story.

Hm.

Significant impact trauma visible
on the posterior of the head.

Breach of the scalp
and deep skin lacerations

consistent with a fall
onto a hard surface.

Do we have the CT scan?

Significant depressed fracture
in the occipital and parietal bones.

And there...

Bone fragments.
Being driven into the brain tissue.

Quick loss of consciousness
and rapid death

from an intracerebral haemorrhage.

So this poor kid blames himself
for losing the title,

heads out in the early hours

to prove to himself
that he's not a loser...

Slips on the boat ramp and dies.

Being gay, do you think
that added to the pressure?

High school's hard enough

without the added bonus
of coming out to your friends.

Do you want me to swab the wound?
Do a full tox?

Yes, then we'll turn the body.

Healthy musculature,

skin pallor consistent
on legs, arms and abdomen.

What does this look like to you?

Scratches.

A cold sore, maybe?

Mm. Endocam.

Thank you.

Look at the swelling
of his tongue and throat.

His windpipe is
almost completely blocked.

Anaphylaxis?
Maybe.

Let's do a histamine test
and get a beta-tryptase count,

and we'll open his stomach and see
if we can find what triggered this.

I don't get it.

Going rowing at 2am is one thing,

but who goes rowing
while they're suffering anaphylaxis?

Well, the school nurse is adamant
Rhys had no allergies,

at least none
that he told the school about.

But we know
that he was exposed to something

that triggered an allergic reaction,

just before he slipped and fell.

How long's it take for anaphylaxis
to kick in?

A severe attack? Minutes,
seconds even, after exposure.

So whatever the allergen was,

he must have been
exposed to it here.

Was there any food or drink
in his car?

No. None in his backpack, either.

Can we take a look in the shed?

Do they keep any food
or drink in here?

Maybe in their lockers.

No food.

Water.

Look at this.

Leave who alone?
Rhys was gay.

Maybe it was written by
a jealous boyfriend or girlfriend?

It doesn't help us solve
the allergy.

(PHONE RINGS)

Did you find something?

Rhys Weir's bloods have come back.

His tryptase and histamine counts
are through the roof.

Anaphylaxis.

What about his stomach contents?

Any idea what the allergen
could have been?

There was no food in his stomach
or lower intestine -

he hadn't eaten all day.

But I did find
traces of undigested base proteins

in his oesophagus.

Such as?
I'm still running the tests.

Hey, but get this,

his blood alcohol level was 0.02.

So he'd been drinking.

Yeah, one or two it seems.

OK, thanks.

Think he was drinking alone?
Let's find out.

We all came back to my place
after the carnival.

Me, Sean, Luke and Rhys.

Mm-hm. Why?

Mostly to make Rhys feel better.
He was feeling pretty sh...

..pretty low after the race.
We thought we might cheer him up.

What were you drinking?

Answer the question please, Ash.

A... A couple of beers.

Vodka.

Did Rhys ever have
an allergic reaction to anything?

What, like sneezing?

Choking. Shortness of breath.

What did Rhys drink?
One or two vodkas, that's it.

And he drove himself home?

Yes. We...

We were all too...

We couldn't drive.

When?

Rhys left first.

About one o'clock.

OK. Did he say where he was going?

No, we thought he was going home.

How did he seem?
He seemed pretty happy to me.

Luke, did you write this?

Yeah, look, I was pretty upset, too.

OK? It was a mistake. It was stupid.

I shouldn't have done it.

We also found this in Rhys's locker.

Do you know who wrote it?

None of us wrote it.

Ash? Luke?

It wasn't us.

Do you know who it's referring to?

Did Rhys have a boyfriend?
Boyfriends?

What about you guys?

No.

I have a girlfriend.
We all have girlfriends.

What's this got to do with
how he died?

Are we done?

Yeah.

Not quite the tight crew I expected.

No.

But it doesn't bring us any closer

to knowing what triggered
his anaphylaxis.

Mm.

I have to go
and lodge some paperwork. Call me.

Need a hand?

Not from you.

What was that about?
None of your business.

You still angry about Rhys
losing that race?

Yeah. I am.

I've worked really hard for
this scholarship to the Institute.

I can't repeat again.

I'm sorry that Rhys is dead,

but him losing that race means that
I'm probably not going to get in.

Psst, Harrow.

(CLEARS THROAT) Have you, um, spoken
to Maxine

since this morning
about, you know, Geneva?

No, but what you said has
given me a chance to reflect,

and I thought
if the job's good enough for Fairley,

perhaps I should give it a shot.

What? No! No! Absolutely not.

You are not management material.

Says who?
Says me.

You disregard protocols,

you have nothing but contempt
for your colleagues,

your office is a mess,

and do you even know
what a razor looks like?

I suggest that you leave
this one alone, Harrow.

If anyone's getting that head job,
it's me.

That's not what it sounded like.

Again, should I ask?

Again, no.

Lab results are in.

We found a mystery protein.

Semen?

Rhys had
Seminal Plasma Hypersensitivity,

he was allergic to semen.

But not all semen,

just the prostate antigens
of one particular male.

So he was giving oral sex...

Moments later started choking.

So if it happened that fast...

The person he was with
would still be around.

(COUGHS)

Those semen traces you recovered,
do you think there's viable DNA?

If there is, I can get it.

What are you going to do?

Thanks for coming in.

We'll let you know
if we need anything further.

Julian, Sean, come on through.

Come on.

Hi.

We're asking all the boys
who were with Rhys the night he died

to provide a saliva swab
for DNA testing.

Why?

Rhys had sexual contact with a male,
ah, just before he died.

And you're suggesting
that could have been my son?

No...
My boy isn't gay.

It's OK, Dad. I'm happy to do it.
No, you're not.

That dead boy, Rhys,
he was gay and everyone knew it.

They also knew he lived alone,

he was unsupervised, he had a car -

he could have gone to a club,
to a boyfriend's house,

to God knows where.

So why are you picking on my son
and maligning his reputation...

Maligning now?
I know how the world works.

You start suggesting
that he is anything like that,

you start slandering him....

Someone's sexuality is slander?

..doors will close on him

and I won't let that happen.

Your son said he was happy
to provide a sample.

Well, I'm saying he's not.
OK.

Well, we're left with no choice
but to seek an order.

Fine. Get it. See how you go.

Sean.

Robert Quinn. Did you know him?

Doesn't ring a bell.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Have another look.
'99 blue Commodore.

Sorry.

No, see that's funny, Leo,
because I have a receipt here

for two tyres sold by you
to Robert Quinn 11 months ago.

Now, unless you want to be charged
with obstruction of justice,

I suggest
you stop pulling my middle leg.

Alright, take Mr Little down
to headquarters.

Wait, wait. OK.

Yeah, I do remember Quinn
and his blue Commodore.

That you fitted two tyres to?

Yeah.
On the same side of the car. Why?

Someone hacked into the sidewall
with a screwdriver.

(PHONE RINGS)
Hey! Don't go away, Leo.

Nichols.

A skull? When?

Is it on its way to Turbot Street?

But why should I do it?

Because I am telling you to.

But it's Harrow's case.
He should identify the skull.

You gave it to him.
And now I'm giving it to you.

(GROWLS) Fine.

And do me a favour?
Mmm?

Don't mention this to Harrow.

Why? What's this about, Maxine?

Oooh.

Shit!

Hey, you!

Yeah, you! Who the hell are you?

I've told you a thousand times,
that it's Robert's debt, not mine!

(PHONE RINGS)

Soroya Dass.
Soroya, hi.

It's Stephanie Tolson.

I'm used to having debt collectors
knock on the door at all hours,

but these guys...

Am I under surveillance?
What?

I don't know.

We still haven't identified
the bones we found in the river

as your husband, so...no.

It's just I thought with his car
coming up and it looking like...

Like, er...

Robert was murdered.

Is there any reason the police
might suspect you were involved?

No.

No.

(EXHALES) They probably were
just debt collectors. I'm sorry.

Want one?
Oh, technically I'm still on duty.

Tea?

Sure.

I'm sorry about the mess.

I'm just sorting through stuff
that I don't wear anymore.

This is Robert Quinn's.

Where did you get this? You said
you didn't have any of his stuff.

Steph, you need to tell Nichols
about this. This is important.

Why?

Why would you not tell us
that you had this?

Because it's not your business.

(SIREN WAILS)

Shit.

Why didn't you tell me
you had her under surveillance?

You don't put someone
under surveillance

without a good reason, Bryan.

You've found something, haven't you?

What is it?

What? What's going on?

Soroya, that's why we brought you
in here, OK?

We figured you need to know.

Stephanie Tolson is
now a person of interest

in the disappearance
of Robert Quinn.

Steph?

OK, Quinn's phone.

We found it in his car
and we've accessed his voicemails.

Soroya, this stays in this room.

Yeah.

This was left on Quinn's voicemail

the day before
his car went into the dam.

STEPH: Fucking arsehole. That's it.
I warned you.

Now when I find you,
I'm gonna fucking kill you.

Now Quinn was insured
for half a mill.

A payout like that
would have covered her debts nicely.

We've also discovered that two
of Quinn's car tyres were slashed

less than a week
before the car went into the dam.

Pretty angry gesture.

Now we know you went and saw Steph.

Did she say or do anything
to make you think she was involved

in Quinn's disappearance?

Sergeant?

She's got Quinn's wedding ring.

It's in the house.
I read the inscription.

Well, thank you, Soroya.

Wait.

I know the skeleton we found had
a ring finger cut,

but we still don't know
if the bones are Quinn's.

Our divers found a skull
in the river.

Turbot Street has confirmed
it's Robert Quinn.

He was murdered.

And Steph Tolson's looking
pretty good for it.

(PHONE RINGS)

Not a good time.
Yeah, well, it's not great news.

Oh, good,
I could use some cheering up.

Julian Paulson's lawyer just rang.

Let me guess -

he's appealing our request
for his son's DNA sample?

Yeah, and it gets worse.

Now all the boys are refusing
to give samples.

All of them?
Mm-hm.

So we're going to have to take this
all the way to the Supreme Court,

which means it's going to be
a few weeks

before we can rule any of
those rowing squad boys in or out.

Shit. Ah, OK.

Look, I've gotta go.
Daniel?

Just don't do anything stupid, OK?

Did you tell the other boys
not to give their DNA?

You shouldn't be here.

Did you?
No!

Then why have they changed
their minds?

Why have you changed yours?

Is it your father?

No.

What's going on, Sean?

Let go of the door.

You don't need
your father's permission

to give a DNA sample.

You can go to the police yourself.
Let go.

I just want to find out
what happened to Rhys.

He hit his head,
you said so yourself.

Yes, but I know that someone else was
with him when he died.

And I wanna find out who that was.

I thought he was your friend?

He was.

Then surely you'd want to know
what happened?

No. I don't. I don't want to know.

Hi. Fern. Don't go. It's fine.

Hi. I'm Soroya...
I know who you are.

You're the cop
that found Robert's car.

Yeah.

Hey, can I ask you something, Fern?

Your Mum and Robert,

were things OK between them,
towards the end?

What do you mean?

Did they ever argue, or...?
How bad did it get?

I wasn't at home. I wouldn't know.

Fern, do you know if...?

Do you know if things
ever got physical between them?

You think my mum killed Robert.

No, Fern!

You don't have to go.

(PHONE RINGS)

Hello?

You have to check in on Mum.

The cops think she killed Robert.

What? Why? What's going on?

Fern!

Where's Nichols?
Is he inside? Is Nichols in there?

I need to know what's going on.

I'm sorry, Doctor.
My ex-wife is in there!

Sir!
I want to see her!

If you don't leave the property,

we'll have no choice
but to detain you.

(LINE RINGS)

(PHONE VIBRATES)

I don't think
you should answer that.

Soroya Dass told you, didn't she?
Why didn't you tell us?

Because it's
nobody's bloody business.

Where did you get it, Steph?

(LAUGHS) Where do you think?

From Robert.
When?

How? I mean, come on, Steph.

We can do this down at the station
if you want.

I found it in my letterbox.

OK. When?

I don't remember.

Did you see who put it there?

No, but who else would have
put it there?

Can you give me a date?

No, because I didn't diarise it,
Bryan.

Steph, where you
on the 3rd of October last year?

That was a Tuesday night.
Why?

Just answer the question.
I don't remember.

Did you ever damage the tyres
on Robert's car?

(LAUGHS) No.

Did you ever have cause
to threaten him?

Christ, did I threaten him?

Yeah, maybe. I don't know.
I don't remember.

Steph, you're gonna have to
give me something.

Why? Are you gonna arrest me
for murder?

You know what Robert put me through.
You know what he was...

Bryan, I did not slash his tyres.

I did not steal his ring.

I did not put him in the river.

I did not kill him.

(PHONE VIBRATES)

Steph. What happened?

Where are you?
At home.

Why were the police searching
your house?

Think you should ask
your girlfriend.

Hey.

What did you tell them?

What?

The cops raided Steph's house.

She said
it was on your recommendation.

Daniel...
(SHOUTS) What did you tell them?

She had Robert Quinn's wedding ring
at her house.

And what? That makes her a criminal?

I thought you liked her.

I do. I do like her.

I think you'd better go.

You OK?

I'm fine.

You don't look fine.

Why are you here at work?
You should be with David.

I pushed through the DNA samples
on the seminal fluid we found.

And?

You pulled an all-nighter
to get these markers?

I should have told you -

all the boys have refused
to give samples.

Sorry.

Oh, you're kidding.

Why the change of heart?

I think Sean Paulson's father
talked them out of it.

Alright, so where do we go
from here?

Is this from Police Scientific?
Yeah.

Yeah, there's nothing unusual
on Rhys's clothes.

It's just algae, dirt
and saltwater from the river.

Huh.

What?

Do we have the results
of Rhys's head wound?

Yeah.

Here.

There's no traces of algae
in his skull tissue.

Right, so...

The ramp was covered in the stuff.

It was all over his clothes,
but none in his wound.

Let's shave his head and get
a cast made of the back of his skull.

Watch your step.

Algae.

Is this where he hit his head?

This is where the police think.

Have you got the cast?
Yeah.

This isn't the edge
that fractured his skull.

It doesn't match. Look.

This isn't where he fell.

So if he didn't hit his head here,
then where?

It's a match.

What are you doing?
You need to leave.

Rhys was here the other night,
wasn't he, after the party?

You said he left early.

But you did too, right?

Then he drove you home.

Was he your boyfriend?

Or was it your first time?

He gave you oral sex.

And then Rhys began to choke.

(COUGHS)

What's wrong?

Rhys didn't hit his head
on that boat ramp.

It happened here, didn't it?

The grass was wet yesterday -
someone had washed away his blood.

Look, you don't have to lie anymore.

If it was an accident,
it's not too late to admit it.

So please, Sean, tell me.

How did Rhys fall? Did he trip?

Get back inside.

And, you, get off my property
or I'll call the police.

I think you should.
Inside, Sean. Now.

No.

Get inside.

No.

You knew, didn't you?

(COUGHS)
What's wrong? Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Because you caught them together.

Inside, Sean, now.
It's too late, Dad.

They know.
They don't know anything.

They need to.
Shut up!

You're right.

Dad caught us.

He was so angry.

You just pushed him.

I told you to leave.

He was dying
and we could have saved him.

We could have called an ambulance.

But you made us stand there
and just watch him die.

He's lying. He... He's very upset.

Then you made me go with you
to the rowing shed.

Sean, come on!
We dumped his body...

Hurry up!

Get in the backseat
and get his feet.

I wanted to tell you the other day,

but you still wouldn't let
the truth come out.

Because it's not true.

OK, that other boy was gay,
but you're not!

I am, Dad.
You're not.

This is his fault.

OK, I warned him
to stay away from you.

I told him
not to go anywhere near you.

You wrote that note.

Hey! Hey, don't you touch him.
Let him go!

(GASPS AND WHEEZES)

Shit!

(SPEAKS OWN LANGUAGE)

You had trouble at school, too,
didn't you?

Yeah.

And you know what?

I always thought a kid like Rhys
would have had it easier than I did.

But I guess
the world hasn't changed as much

as we'd like to think it has.

Look, Julian deserved
what he got today.

But you don't want to turn out
like me.

No, I don't.

But I'm not going to stop caring.

I want you to take the night off.

Take Gregory
and drive up the coast with David.

You're giving me the Fiat?
I'm loaning you the Fiat.

Oh, go on, quick,
before I change my mind.

Hey, you know, this is
a really great incentive

for me to get my manual licence.

What? Wait!

Simon!

Steph! Steph!
Please don't touch me.

Steph, look, I know that you're
not very happy with me right now...

..but if there is anything
that you're keeping from the police,

anything at all,
you have to tell them.

Steph, they think you did it.

They think you killed Robert.

They're looking for anything
to pin this on you

and they're finding it.

Look, if there's anything
you're not telling us,

now's the time.

(PHONE RINGS)

Steph, what can I do for you?

You wanted to see me?

Yeah. Take a seat.

What night was this?

3rd of October last year.

Same night Quinn's car was
driven into the dam.

Yeah. Steph admitted herself
into hospital at 2pm that afternoon

and wasn't discharged
till later the following day.

Did she say what she was in for?

She said she fell down the stairs.

Hospital confirmed a fractured rib.

So she didn't drive Quinn's car
into the dam.

No.

But that means
we are back to square one.

(MUSIC PLAYS)

(KNOCKING)

Steph has an alibi
for the night Quinn went missing.

Turns out she was in hospital.
For what?

Fractured rib.

She's no longer a suspect.
I just thought you should know.

What about the ring?

The divers found a skull.

It's Quinn's.

That's you, who did that.

You found his car.

You found his phone.

You forced them to dive more.

That was all you.

Sorry.

(WHOOSHES)

Oh.
Yep?

Well, ahh...

I just wanted to speak with Max
about, ah...

Oh, no, I get it.

Geneva?

Your secret is safe with me.

Right. Yeah.

Tremendous.
Ah!

Why are we out here?

Well, it's just
a little bit more private.

It's going to rain!

What is so important?

Geneva?

Who told you? Was it Lyle?
I'm going to throttle him.

Why didn't you tell me, Max?

Because I haven't
made a decision yet.

What, and you didn't think
you should discuss it with me?

Well, I just... I didn't...
I didn't want to complicate things.

Alright, well, that worked out well.
(LAUGHS)

So, what are you thinking?

Are you gonna take it?

I told you, I... I don't know.

I don't want you to go.
Bryan...

No, and I've been thinking...

And this might seem a bit sudden,
but I reckon we should get married.

(LAUGHS)

Married?

Yeah.

Why not?

No, Max, I'm serious.

I want you to be my wife.

# After all this time... #

She's got her mother's looks.

Mm, and her father's personality.

Hm, don't wish that on her.
(LAUGHS)

Oh, is that your father?

No, that's Jack Twine,
the man who saved my life.

I never told you
how my father died, did I?

I was 14 years old,

an exceptional student
at an exclusive private school.

And one day I came home

to find my father...

..had hung himself
in the dining room.

I didn't take it very well.

I acted up at school,
got kicked out.

But the man that got me back
on the straight and narrow was Jack.

He was the pathologist
that did my father's autopsy.

And he took me under his wing,

taught me everything I know -

that whisky is for drinking,

that rules are there
to be skirted around,

and that the dead deserve respect.

Even my father, who I'd been angry at
for a long time.

So if it wasn't for Jack,
I don't think I'd be here.

So he knows
all your deepest, darkest secrets.

Every single one of them.

What's in the fancy box?

It's an antique surgeon's kit.

A gift from Jack,
from when I got my doctorate.

But enough
with the self-indulgent melancholy.

More wine?
Yeah, sure.

We're all out of wine.

MAN: This commendation means a lot.

But even though it's my name
on the award, it isn't just for me.

It's for all of us
that have worked tirelessly

to get ice off the streets.

The trust I put in my team.

The trust they put in me.

That's the real reason
that I'm up here today.

Sarge.

OK, September 27th.

Yes, the night before Quinn bought
those new tyres.

Mm-hm.

(CHUCKLES)

Yes.

You've enlarged it?

Fern Harrow.

Next on Harrow...

We are compiling evidence
for a charge of murder.

She had some help.

What do you want?

I want to talk to Fern Harrow.

Give her a call
and ask her to meet you.

You think he was involved?

Harrow is capable of stupid things.

Would he hurt someone?

The cops found his skull
in the river.

Was it you?

Do you know if anyone wanted
to harm your father?

In plain English,
you miserable old Jew.

I don't think she wants your help.

You think he killed Wagner?
A hate crime?

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