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Previously on
"Harrow"...

Section sampled and
ready for analysis

first thing tomorrow morning.

You don't look
too happy about that.

"Didn't Daniel resign?
Isn't he going to Bora Bora?"

"No, Harrow changed his mind."

I don't love
anything more than you.

I still so much want
to go away with you.

Still want to get that drink?

You took too long to answer.

You're screwed.

What do you mean?

You're under her spell.

- Were you ever tempted?
- To falsify evidence?

What did you do?

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Yeah, Skyla's gone,
I'm afraid.

I know, we're all pretty blue
about it.

The old girl was one of
the first in the study.

Well, the vehicle did
run right over her,

but I'll let you know for sure.

Alright, poor old girl.
Let's see what you've been eating.

And, voila.

One crocodile stomach.

Eugh!

*HARROW*
Season 01 Episode 03
Episode Title: "Hic Sunt Dracones"

Hello, Jack Twine's room.

Hi. It's Dan Harrow.

Hi, Dan.

Sorry to call so early. I was hoping
to catch Jack. Can you put him on?

Jack's just in the shower
at the moment.

Do you want me
to take a message?

Uh, no, thanks. That's OK.

Um, I'll... I'll call again.

No worries. Bye-bye.

Thanks, love.

Hey! Who the hell are you?

You're the prick
who's been squatting!

Funny story about that.

Casual Tuesdays?

- All in on a pair of twos?
- Threw 'em at a council worker.

That only happened once.

Is that the DNA profile of the bones?

Yeah. I ran it through the database.

And?

No match.

And your divers?
Any sign of the skull?

No, they're still searching.

So, in the meantime, it's back
to the Missing Persons database,

which means that I need
a really accurate idea

of how long he's been
in the river.

Six to twelve months.

And Lyle kindly volunteered to help.

How could you not want
to help this woman?

Sweet. But help is only
helpful when you're right.

- Meaning?
- No, no, no, you're the expert.

What do you think?

I think the bones have been in
the water for at least two years,

probably longer.

Well, I can see how a novice
might jump to that conclusion,

but aquatic immersion
in sub-tropic waters

often accelerates degradation

and leads to an overestimation
of post-mortem duration,

particularly with the incursion
of biota in the bone cavities,

like, uh, sabatieria. Hmm?

Worms.

Hmm.

But with regard to the sabatieria,
of Nematoda Comesomatidae,

I'm sure
you've taken into consideration

that their life cycle
changes dramatically

when they're in that part of the river
where salt and freshwater comingle.

Then their reproductive cycle
is retarded by up to 300%,

viz Alsop and Paterson, 2005,

rendering any comparison
to normal sabatieria life cycles

completely unreliable.

Hmm!

Health and safety!

Anyway, so, 24 to 48 months?

- Mm.
- OK.

And you'll keep removing those?

"How could you not want
to help this woman?"

Mm.

Hey, do I really need to
read Alsop and Paterson?

Who? What? Whatever for?

You two?

Why the Fukushima precautions?

Because the Parks and Wildlife
officer who found this

ended up
in a North Queensland hospital.

With?

Coughing, vomiting, nausea.

Exactly how I feel about
North Queensland.

Daniel!

Smells a bit like garlic.

Right arm of an adult Caucasian male.

- Elbow to wrist...
- 28 centimetres.

Massive trauma to the skin,
tissue and tendon at the elbow joint.

Consistent with being
ripped off by a crocodile.

I hate lizards.

- Sorry?
- Nothing.

Epidermis and dermis quite decomposed,

so we're not gonna get any prints.

So, how long dead?

Likely dead a couple of days,
before the croc ate his arm.

Then it's been sitting in
reptilian stomach acid.

Can you smell that?

Do I have to?

Oh, Jesus.

Does it smell of garlic?

Yeah, amongst other things.

You see, I can't think of
any enterobacteriaceae

that gives off the smell of garlic.

So, what do you think knocked
over that Parks officer?

- I don't know.
- Bacteria, spores or something else?

What have you found?

That cut's too neat.

Crocodile teeth didn't do that.

Murder?

No. Well, maybe.

I didn't say that.

So, what's your theory?

Someone cut away
a tattoo post-mortem

because it was a unique identifier?

Or peri-mortem,
for the same reason,

or while the man was still
alive, as a form of torture,

or he did it to himself,
as a radical act of self-harm.

I don't know.

It's impossible to say
without seeing the body.

Hmm.

Funny you should mention that.

I can't go to North Queensland.

There still might be some tissue
in the crocodile's belly.

Why can't Elston do it?
It's his jurisdiction.

Elston's busy with a bus
rollover south of Cairns.

Why can't Fairley go?

He's preparing a presentation
for the RCPA Conference.

Why can't you go? Get back on
tools? Hands dirty again, yeah?

It's Fern's 18th on Friday.

So, she's accepting your calls, is she?

No.

Well, is Steph organising a party?

Not exactly, no, but...

Have you even bought a present?

- That I have done.
- OK.

I understand you want
to be there with her,

but there is a dead guy
up there somewhere

who might have people
missing him too.

Oh, cheer up, Daniel.

It's the tropics. And
give Kiriakos a call.

Scenes of Crime want
to send someone too.

Probably that Soroya Dass.

As you know, there's
been another round of cuts,

and it means that at the end of term,

we have to review our staffing numbers.

Sorry, everyone.

It won't be you.

You look worried. It won't be you.

It'll most likely be the new guy.

You're the Phys Ed teacher.

Jesse Walsh.

Stephanie... Tolson. Steph.

And there's only one PE teacher
and five Year 2/3 teachers,

so I'm putting my money on
axing the... part-time one.

How awesome is getting
out of the office?

So awesome.

How awesome is this sunshine?

Awesome.

- North Queensland's awesome.
- _

Hey, sorry.

That's alright. I'll
meet you over there.

Hi.

What happened?

I'm gonna need
some context.

With Fern. I just got a text from her
saying that she needs to see me

and not to give you her
new number.

I did like you asked.

I went to Lewison.
I tracked her down.

But she's smart. She dumped her phone.

Sounds like she's got a new one.

- Where are you?
- Airlie Beach.

- Work.
- Who with?

- Nichols.
- Oh!

Brian! Lucky you.

When are you back?

I'll try and get back
for Fern's birthday.

Just in case.

I gotta go.

So, are we catching a cab?

Local sergeant's meant
to be picking us up.

10 bucks says that's our guy.

Oh...

- Need a moment?
- I think I need more than a moment.

Double or quits he's an idiot.

Sergeant Dass?

- Hi.
- Gabriel Capello.

And this must be Doctor Harrow.

Huge admirer.

We once had an electrocution
up here, so I read your paper

on clots resulting from sudden
fluid build-up in the interstitium.

It was fascinating.

Anyway...

- How was the flight?
- Awesome.

Who'd you have to kill
to get transferred here?

Not a transfer. Born and bred.

Tell you what, it's the first
time we've ever had anyone

taken by a crocodile.

- Any locals missing?
- None reported.

Why didn't I see any
boats out on the water?

Read your report. Tattoo
excised from the victim's arm.

Sounded like foul play, so
we locked down the harbour.

As you can imagine,
everyone's furious with me.

Hey, Detective.

It's not gonna bite, you know?

I hate lizards.

- Sorry?
- I love new experiences.

Ohh!

What's the worst thing
you've ever smelt?

My sister's three-cheese pasta.

I didn't know you had a sister.

Ohh!

New front-runner.

You gonna... examine the intestine?

Yeah.

Do you mind giving me a hand?

Hmm.

How long has this animal been dead?

Less than 24 hours.

This looks like it's
been decaying a week.

What would accelerate that?

Some rat poisons do.

I remember dissecting some rats

that had been given
anticoagulant poison.

It literally broke down
their organs into liquid.

You think the croc ate poisoned rats?

There's no sign of rats in here.

But this...

Hmm.

This looks like traces of
human digestive tract.

So, before it ate the victim's forearm,

maybe it took a bite
out of his stomach?

Hmm.

I'll take some samples.

Only question is, where's
the rest of our victim?

I don't know,

but this GPS tracker might tell us.

Hmm.

Sergeant Dass has a few
questions. How you feeling?

Oh, a bit woozy.

We only found one arm and some
stomach tissue in the animal.

We think the rest of the victim
might be in the croc's meat safe.

Could well be.

Here, I'll show you.

There you go.

So, these are Skyla's movements
for the past couple of months,

ending in front of Ida and Ewan's place.

You can see she roams pretty wide.

That's up to 90 clicks out to sea.

Is that her meat safe there?

I'd say so.

I could take you there, but the
doctors won't even let me go home.

That's too bad. C'est la vie.

No, we have to go.

- Bruce could take em.
- Bruce?

No, no.

Bruce'll eat 'em alive.

You pretty bitches.

You behave, Millicent Bruce.

And you too, good luck.

Come on, come aboard.

First time croc-hunting?

- Yeah.
- Virgins. Ho-ho.

Not for long.

You OK?

Yeah. Great.

- Now...
- Good.

Do you know how crocodiles mate?

No, I've never given it
a moment's thought.

Well...

they're very sensual creatures
and highly attentive lovers.

And their courtship is most erotic.

The male crocodile slides
his long, hard body

up against the sinuous
flanks of the female,

and rhythmically arouses
her until she's ready,

and then they plunge
underwater and penetrate...

..again and again and again.

Ah, here we are.

That's Skylar's meat safe.

Any uneaten food she'd
have stowed in there.

So, how do we get it out?

Oh, we don't.
You wade in and fetch it.

You've gotta be kidding.

Aren't these waters a little...

crowded?

That tends to scatter 'em.

Of course,
they soon come back.

I reckon you've got about five minutes.

Well, why can't you go in?

I'm lookout.

I'm not doing this on my own.

I hate lizards!

Yeah, I figured.

Well, he's not here, so let's go.

No, no, not until we
have a good look around.

Sometimes they store
their food in the banks.

Find something?

Can you give me a hand?

Wait.

- Got something?
- What's this?

- Ohh!
- What is it?

I don't know!

OK. That's enough of that for one day.

- Shall we go?
- Wait... Now, come on, just keep looking.

Listen, there's nothing here
but weeds and leaves and...

Oh, shit!

Good. You found him.

- Hey, bub. How are you?
- Did you bring it?

What do you need your
birth certificate for?

Hmm. He's handsome.

- What's his name.
- Callan.

And what does he do?

Don't worry, Mum,
I'm not thinking about

marrying the first handsome guy
I meet.

Or the second.

OK. Sorry.

- Listen, it's your birthday on Friday...
- Mum.

And I thought
you might like dinner.

I'll make you
a chocolate caramel cake.

Your father's away.

- Where?
- Up north.

Work.

So, it'll just be you and me.

And... Callan, if you like.

I'll think about it.

Right forearm's missing.

So is most of his stomach.

His face is badly bloated.

Oh, my goodness.

- Ah! Did you get it?
- Mm-hm.

What is it?

A colorimetric gas detector.

Crystals in the tube change colour
when it detects particular gases.

This one turns red if it finds...

..phosphine.

He was poisoned.

How do you get phosphine poisoning?

By eating zinc phosphide.

That's a pesticide.

My uncle uses it to kill
rats around his cane farm.

Yes, it hits the stomach acid
and releases phosphine gas,

which is extremely toxic.

- So, this guy ate rat poison...
- And it killed him.

And then the crocodile ate
his arm and his stomach.

And killed him too.

Best guess, how long dead?

Five, seven days.

What are you thinking?

Skylar's GPS tracker showed
that she went out to sea.

I want to know if there are
any boats in this port

that crossed her path.

I've checked
with the Coast Guard.

There are three, and this
is the first of them.

Hello, the boat!

You'd be here about the dead man.

Yeah, it's a small harbour.
You can't keep secrets.

- You need to see the manifest?
- Yeah.

- We sailed here from...
- Hmm.

Where were we last, angel?

- Norfolk.
- Norfolk Island.

And before that,
New Caledonia.

And before that, Fiji.

Where we got married two months ago.

Hmm.

Didn't make it to Bora Bora, did you?

Uh, no, we couldn't get there.

Hmm. Know the feeling.

You haven't lost anyone
overboard, have you?

We're on our honeymoon.
We didn't invite anyone else aboard.

When are you gonna reopen the harbour?
I need to get out of here.

Why are you in such a hurry?

- Why?
- Mm.

Don't you watch the news?
I'm trying to set a solo record.

Have you had anyone else onboard?

Seriously?

I don't even have room
to jerk off in there.

Red-blooded boy.

His boat smelt like teenager.

What's the last vessel?

The Hiraeth.

Mr Abelard?
Do you have a moment?

With harbour locked,
I have nothing but moments.

Is this a John Linden Berret?

You've got a good eye, sir!

The English are terrible cooks,
but masters of the sea.

I'm Michael.

Daniel Harrow, Soroya
Dass and... that guy.

I think I need a drink.
You're most welcome to join me.

Welcome aboard!

Passport. Log.

- Thanks.
- Papers.

And water of life!

May the warm wind at your back...

Be not your own.

This is a large vessel to sail alone.

Ah, for some men, a wilful girl
like this might be a handful.

But I've got her for 20 years.
I know all her ins and outs.

And where are you heading?

I'm thinking Java,
where the women are beautiful

and the men are tiny.

And you've lost no-one overboard?

Only my heart, to a beauty in Tuvalu.

OK, I think we've seen enough.

Thanks, Mr Abelard.

Indeed.

She's a fine vessel.

Well, we still don't have any suspects.

Maybe our John Doe came off
another boat that sailed right past.

I guess we fly back tomorrow

and... keep at his dental
records until I get an ID.

Listen, you guys are here another night.

You should come to my
niece's party. Good food, wine.

A lot more fun than your hotel rooms.

- Shall I text you the address?
- Yeah, great.

Right, see you there.

- Mm, could be fun.
- I don't know.

If I see one more beautiful Italian,

I fear my eyes will actually burn out.

Oh, come on. I'll wear something nice.

♪ Party in Soho ♪

♪ Living life in slo-mo ♪

♪ Learning to let go-o ♪

♪ Drinking too much wine ♪

♪ Floating in a daydream ♪

♪ Sliding down the slipstream... ♪

Bruce!

Ah!

Hey, guys, you made it.
Welcome. Off-duty.

So, here.

It's, uh... it's homemade.

It's family wine. Sorry. It's
not terribly sophisticated.

Anyway, come through.
Meet everyone.

Of course. Bloody delicious.

It's good.

♪ All this time ♪

♪ Thought what we had was working... ♪

Are you OK?

Absolutely.

What were you thinking about?

How our John Doe's killer
got him to eat rat poison?

You were thinking about work.

Yes.

Where does that come from,
that work ethic of yours?

From your father or your mother?

- Ah. I would have to say my mother.
- Hmm.

- What's she like?
- Oh, my mother. Well...

Like me, but with all the warm,
social and endearing aspects removed.

Oh. I'd like to meet her.

I don't think you would.

Why?

What about your family?

Soroya?

Hey, sorry to interrupt,

but Gianna here, she wants
to ask you something.

I just wanted a woman's perspective
on joining the police. For a change.

Oh.

Well, uh, maybe we should chat about

how it shouldn't be any different
to a man joining the police.

♪ Tell me, could
you let me know? ♪

♪ Could you let yourself
go, oh-oh, oh? ♪

♪ Could you let yourself be?
Release your fantasy? ♪

How could you not be?

Not be what?

In love with her.

I'm not in love with her.
I work with her.

Oh.

Jesus Christ, do they let any
idiot into medical school?

She could do better.

Dominic!

Come here,
you saucy little bastard.

♪ Tell me, girl, do you get my mind? ♪

Hey.

You're leaving.

Yeah.

Oh.

I wanted to dance with you.

My daughter's turning 18
at the end of the week.

Mm. And you're here
and not there.

Mm.

Well, you'll be leaving soon and...
everything can go back to normal.

Daniel.

♪♪

♪ Anyone who's ever had a heart ♪

♪ Wouldn't turn around and break it ♪

♪ And anyone who's ever played a part ♪

♪ Wouldn't turn around and hate it ♪

♪ Sweet Jane... ♪

Oh... shit!

Shit. Hi.

Are you sleeping in my office?

No.

Yes. How did you know?

The leather squeaks when
you sit up. How come?

Oh, you know, stuff to do.

- Right. I need a favour.
- Yeah...

Now, there's a magazine on the boat.

It's a catalogue of
British yachts for sale

called British Yachts for Sale.

I'm looking for the June 2011 issue.

June 2011.

Or perhaps it was the June
2012, or September 2012.

I tell you what, have
a look at them all.

You're looking for a sales listing

for an original John
Linden Berret, 42 foot.

OK, what if there's
more than one listed?

Do you have any idea many
original JLBs there are in the world?

Uh, no. No, I have a life.

You see, the thing is, about JLBs is...

OK, look, I'll get your boat porn.

Good. I'll talk to you later.

Oh, oh, wait, wait, wait. Um...

I put the river bones concrete
through the CAT scan.

And?

Well, the concrete didn't
scan very well but...

..there's something there.

Something... Like what?

Something like an orthopaedic plate.

I'm gonna dig it out.

Yeah, look, um, why don't
you wait until we get back?

I'm sure Dass would like
to take a look at it.

Ok.

Get me that catalogue.

Oh! Jesus!

- Hi.
- Hi.

Does he know you're here?

Would I be here if he did?

How is he?

Oh, he's Harrow.

He misses you.

It's weird, right?

He quit. He really was quitting.

And then...

Fern...

I love him and I try and get
inside his head sometimes,

but... your Dad's a
kind of a selfish guy,

in the nicest possible way,
of course.

Don't tell him I was here.

Hey.

Happy birthday. For tomorrow.

Thanks. Gotta go.

That's Abelard's
boat, the Hiraeth.

Only it's not the Hiraeth.

I recognised it as a John Linden Berret,

and I remembered seeing one
like it in a sales catalogue.

But it's not just like it, it IS it.

Only here, it's the Gertie.

But I mean, boats change names
when they change owners.

Yeah, but Abelard claims
he's owned it for 20 years.

Are you thinking he
killed the real owner?

I saw him in the small hours,
carrying a bag of dead rats.

Rat poison.

Mr Abelard!

Mr Abelard, we would like
to search your vessel.

If it is your vessel.

The Hiraeth is mine.

But I bet the Gertie isn't.

Where's the real owner? I have an idea.

May we come aboard?

Not without a warrant.

Look, Mr Abelard, this is a simple
investigation. It'd be easier...

Pathologists are not part
of simple investigations.

You're investigating a murder.

I have not committed a murder, so
you don't need to come on my boat.

- We'll get that warrant.
- Ha!

Get the boat ready.

We've got to go and see Judge Milner.

- Boat?
- He's golfing on Hamilton Island.

North Queensland!

You guys just sit tight.

Abelard's not stupid enough
to try and leave the harbour.

So, being a boat owner...

Yeah?

..is that a sound investment?

Well, you're asking the
person that paid $5,000

for an autograph of
Andrey Kolmogorov.

The mathematician?

- Yes.
- What's it worth now?

I'd say about $3,000.

Boats aren't about the money.

- They're about the promise.
- What, the promise of losing money?

Or getting nicely lost.

Mm.

I haven't quite found
the wherewithal yet...

..although it is on the horizon.

You sneaky prick.

He's getting fuel.
He's leaving port.

No, he's not.
You stay here.

Oh, bugger this.

Mr Abelard... You going somewhere?

Me?

Hey, settle down.

Mate, settle down!

Aagh!

Peter Abelard, I am arresting
you on suspicion of murder.

You have the right to...

Bastard!

Oh, good, you found him.

You OK?

Well, I'd rather not be sitting
in the back of an ambulance.

You're gonna have to.
Local rules prevail.

What are you gonna do?

The local yacht expert and I are
going to inspect Abelard's boat.

You stay here, Doctor. I'll
let you know if I need you.

It's a nice boat.

Yes, she is.

Did I tell you it was
a John Linden Berret?

Yes, you did.
About 14 times.

I hate lizards...

Lizard smuggler.

Big money for Australian
reptiles on the black market.

You were right about his boat.

The registered owner of the Gertie
is a 52-year-old Dutch national.

Fits the description of
our poisoned John Doe.

What I don't understand is if
he's feeding rats to his reptiles,

why run the risk of
having rat poison around?

We'll figure it out. Well done.

Never gave me time to lay a bet.

Where would you have put it?

On Abelard. But now that I've
heard about your left hook...

And glass jaw, apparently.

Oh, either way, they won't let
me go until they've X-rayed.

May I?

You're very beautiful.

- What?
- What?

This thing looks more dangerous
to be in it than out of it.

Rules.

- Sergeant Dass?
- Hey.

I guess that's me. See ya.

- Hello?
- It's me.

It's good to hear from you.

You'll be pleased to know
old Hovard's kicked it.

So, whatever you've done,
your secret's safe.

Unless, of course, there's
something you want to tell me?

Capello?

It's Harrow. Lena Penn
has been poisoned.

Meet me at the Flyaway.

Hello!

Penn?

Hello?

Hello?

Should have hit you harder.

Yeah, sorry. I've got a hard head.

How much do you think
you'll get for the Flyaway?

Two million.

Enough to kill for.

Enough to kill twice for.

Harbour's open again.

Why don't you just dump me out at sea?

Lena's still in hospital. You
can't leave without her.

That's loyalty.

How does this work?

You hang out in some yachtsman's port,

scouting for some rich,
lonely, middle-aged guy,

and Lena's the honey trap.

If you'd seen how quickly
these idiots jumped at it...

She seduces
and marries the poor sap,

the real Mr Penn in this case,

who thinks he's won the lottery.

Sailing on a tropical
honeymoon until garlic o'clock.

Poison's a woman's weapon.

She was alone, wasn't she?

She's a brave girl.

And with hubby out of the way,

Lena took what you'd need
to steal his identity.

She dumps the body.

You come aboard and she
starts her special makeover.

And the boat's all yours,
ready to sell.

After we come aboard asking questions,

Lena dumps the poison.

I don't like lizards.

The question is... will they like you?

I think they will.

You can stop trying
to undo my knots now.

It's too late.

No. I'm serious.

I cannot stand lizards.

Do me a favour and
hit me over the head again.

Lena usually does the killing, mate.

Oh, come on!

You wouldn't want to be taken by
one of those things, would you?

Aaaaagh!

Bloody hurts,
doesn't it?

You've got three in your
cells now.

It's a full house.
That never happens.

We'll be talking about
this for a while.

So, if the body's the real
Mr Penn,

what about the owner of Abelard's boat?

The Dutchman? Apparently,
he and Abelard are partners.

No wonder he wasn't talking.

What about Mr Penn's body?

We've contacted his daughter.

They're estranged, but she'll
come here to collect his remains.

Doctor, here. It's birthday cake.

You left the party before
you could try some.

- Grazie.
- Prego.

- Thanks for your help.
- See you soon, yeah?

- Of course. Perfect.
- Doctor?

You're welcome here any time.

Good cake.

You liked it up there, didn't you?

Boats. Open water. Escape.

Yeah.

Look, the other night, up
there, outside the party...

Anyway, you made it home for
your daughter's birthday, right?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Hello.

- Still up there?
- No.

No, I'm back.

She there?

No.

Yep.

How do 18 years go by so fast?

Do you remember when it started?

It was December.

Everyone was backing up,
freaking out about Y2K.

And I was freaking out

about whether the hot young
teacher I was seeing that night

would say yes.

It was quite a yes.

She was quite a girl.

Why don't you come over?

You think I should?

No.

Goodnight.

What do you think of this, Fish?

C.

I think it's pretty good.

What do you think?

Fish?!

It's great.

OK, the river bones.

I know you told me to wait.

- You got them all out?
- Oh, you're gonna love this.

I got the radius, and it
is an orthopaedic plate.

I should have waited, I know.

But look at this!

See?

It's a serial number.

We can look this up and find
out exactly who this guy is.

Next on Harrow...

With this...

We'll find our guy.

Steph's nice.

Do you still love her?

- I can't keep doing this.
- Doing what?

Sleeping in strange
places. I can't... I can't.

Some bones are missing but most
of them are from this hand.

She was lying out here
for years, unnoticed.

Or noticed but unreported.

I told ya, it's nobody's business!

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