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Previously on Harrow...

- Do you know how he fell?
- No.

Was he alone?
Well, we don't know.

There was a car outside.

It's at the compound
and we're checking it for prints.

Were you aware that you had a son?

It's complicated.

Can you help me get in touch
with your son's mother?

Tanya. We met in London.

She was pregnant,
and then she was going home.

Every time I think that we're good,

that all the secrets are out,
you just magic up another one.

Where is he now?
In the morgue.

QIFM's new manager, Renae Warrington.

Hi, everyone. Dr Fairley,
you'll be supervising Dr Harrow.

If you want to stay working here,
I will tolerate no more secrets.

Dr Harrow,
have the DNA results come in?

Who, are you?
I'm James. I'm your son.

Aaaaaagh!

Harrow.

I thought you were going to
get rid of that thing.

I'm working on it.

You alright? You look like
you've had a rough night.

Ran out of single malt.

Ah.

Listen, have, uh, your tech guys

managed to recover any more footage
from the shipyard?

No. And I wouldn't go
getting your hopes up, either.

It's... it's looking unrecoverable.

Listen, mate,
you don't have to be here.

No. No, I want to.

I appreciate the distraction.

What is this place, anyway?

Looks like a haunted house.

Hey, Steve.

My God.

That armchair's
an 18th-century Beauvais.

And this vase is a Fazzoletto.

And that is an original Pembroke table.

Do you know expensive those are?

Oh, it'd be about five grand
for a late Georgian.

Be seven if you wanted the mahogany.

What? You thought I was an IKEA guy?

I thought you were somewhere
on the flatpack spectrum.

Yeah, a simple man
can still have taste, Harrow.

And whoever lived here
had excellent taste.

And a thing for vampires.

Funny you should say that.

Is that...?
Blood.

Human?
We're checking.

Someone was drinking it?

Looks that way.

Now, why would anyone drink blood?

You're kidding me.

Check the teeth.

Fangs.

They don't feel like crowns.

Something else in here.

Garlic?
Enemy number one if you're a vampire.

Have you ID'd him yet?
Sebastian Wells. 29.

Online antique dealer.

He's been here a few hours.
Who found him?

A delivery driver came
to collect a table at 6am.

He found the body.

We've spoken to all the neighbours.
They didn't see or hear anything.

Well, a sharp knife did this.

This blood spatter suggests
he was killed in sit...

But what was he doing in this coffin?

The lid's been hinged.

Handy for repeated opening and closing.

He was sleeping in it.

Well, like you said,
he had a thing for vampires.

Huh.

Yellow rose petals.

Traditionally stuffed
into a vampire's chest

to ensure their demise...

...after the heart was removed.

What, there's no heart?

No, it's gone.

There's something in its place.

Oh...

Hello.

There's a name on here.

A priest?

Church.

Yes, do.
OK.

Take care in the heat, won't you?

Reverend Mercado?

Detective Nichols.
You got my message?

Please, call me Josh.

How can I help, Detective?

Do you recognise this?

I don't understand. That cross
has been displayed here for years.

And this is the first
you've noticed it missing?

Yes.

Who else has access to the church,
apart from yourself?

Well, everyone.

I never lock the doors.

Most churches do these days.
Not mine.

St Hilary's is one of
the oldest churches in the city.

We get lots of visitors through here.

Families of the deceased, amateur
historians, worshippers, tourists.

I want everyone to know
that God's doors are always open,

day or night.

So, uh, anyone
could have just walked in.

Well, we've never had
any trouble before.

Nothing else has been stolen.

Not that I'm aware of.

Where were you last night, Reverend?

At home. In the presbytery.

Can anyone confirm that?

No.

I was alone.

Is this about the young man
that was killed this morning?

On Blackburn Street?

How do you know about that?

Well, it's a small suburb.
People talk.

Did you know that young man?

Sebastian Wells?

No. I'd never met him.

But I'd heard the rumours -

that he thought he was a vampire,

slept in a coffin,
drank blood, all that.

Do you believe in vampires?

Of course not.

I'm a man of faith, not superstition.

But he was obviously
a very troubled young soul.

I'll get Scientific
to dust the cabinet for prints,

and, uh, if you could give me
a list of your parishioners,

I'd like to talk to 'em.

Of course. Anything else,
just let me know.

Hey! Hey!

I've told you before,
keep your dog out of there

or I'll call the council.

But he wants to be a gravedigger.

Get it out of there now!
Come on, let's go!

No respect for the dead.

Ballsy little prick.

Reminds me of you.

Exam Room One is ready for you, Harrow.

Shall we get started?

We still have to measure and weigh.
Really?

You know I'm supervising today?

Yes, I got the 6,000 emails
you sent to remind me.

Yes, we don't want to
rush proper process.

No, of course not.

It's just that I've booked
a colour consultant for 12:00.

Hair?
Paint.

For my new office. It's upstairs.

It's Maxine's old...
Oh... Sorry, Bryan.

Oh, Renae.

Good morning.
Dr Fairley.

Uh, Bryan Nichols. CIB.

I know who you are, Detective.

I'm sorry, is there a problem?
No, not at all.

I believe I'm replacing the problem.

Dr Harrow?

I hear you attended
a crime scene this morning.

On the request of
Detective Nichols, yes.

And while I understand
that is part of the job,

do be aware that we all
have work targets to meet.

And I expect everyone
to keep on top of their quotas.

No need to worry about us.
We're all right behind you.

Thank you, Dr Fairley.

Oh, mon plaisir.

Jesus, what was that?

Haven't you heard about
our new taskmaster?

She's quite a charmer.
She certainly is.

♪ Gonna see my baby... ♪

Oh, that's what we're listening to?

If you don't like it, you can always
use the observation room.

Ah.

What is that?
It's Harrow's performance report.

You're kidding me.
Nope.

And I'm already up to page four.

You're loving this, aren't you?

Let's have a look at these fangs.

♪ Oh, when I need her... ♪

Oh, my God, they look real.

Yes, very convincing.

Bring up the CT scan of his skull.

See those screws in his upper jaw?

Mm, dental implants.

His original canines have been removed

and replaced with vampire fangs.

That's dedication to the role.

Check that out.

Looks like some kind of burn.

Sunburn? Makes sense.

Vampires hate the sun.

Mythologically speaking,
a vampire would turn to dust

if exposed to sunlight,

so we can rule that theory out.

Shall we move on?

Healthy musculature.

Skin pallor consistent with
significant blood loss.

One large incision into the chest,

20 centimetres in length,

slightly left of the sternum.

This is interesting.

Multiple scars in
the cubital fossa of his left arm.

Needle penetrations.

They're on his right arm, too.
Possible drug use?

Maybe.

We'll order a full tox
when we take bloods.

What's this tattoo on his left calf?

'Ae... ternum'.

It's Latin for 'eternal life'.

So, this guy really thought
he was a vampire?

That he'd live forever?
Oh, perhaps.

Or perhaps he was
a devoted lifestyle vampire.

They're part of the Goth subculture.

People who identify as vampires.

They... dress like them,
live like them,

take part in vampirical rituals,
even drink blood.

But they do not turn into bats
or have supernatural powers.

That is pure folklore.

Oh...

Oh, my colour consultant's here.

Carry on.

Peace at last.

Right. Take bloods and urine
and we'll open him up.

No heart?

It's been cut out.

Look at the damage to the ribs,

directly over where the heart would be.

Looks like a penetration wound.

But it's not consistent
with a narrow blade.

A stake through the heart, maybe.

Maybe.

But without the heart, we can't know.

These cuts are very neat.
Yes.

Whoever did this has worked
with bones and tissues before.

Let's remove the stomach
and see what he's been eating.

Oh, blood?

He wasn't bleeding internally, was he?

No. He'd been drinking it.

Is it human?

Scientific haven't sent through
their results yet,

but we don't have to wait.

Here.

Put one end into the blood.

If it contains human haemoglobin,

the markers will show up positive.

If he had been consuming human blood
on a regular basis,

then his liver
should be quite badly damaged.

Yes, because the liver can't
break down the iron in human blood.

And here's the proof?

Severe liver cirrhosis.

Uh... you may want to
rethink that theory.

The markers are negative.
It's not human blood.

Let me have a look at that.

Dr Molyneux.

He's coming here?

Oh, no, no, no,
that... uh, that's fine.

Sorry to have to do this,

but there's something
that I need to take care of.

Everything OK?

Yeah, absolutely.

I don't get it.

If he hasn't been consuming
human blood,

then why is his liver so badly damaged?

Pass me the urine sample.

Dr Harrow? Where are you going?

Wait for me.

There is only one blood disease

that causes acute sensitivity
to sunlight

as well as chronic liver damage.

What disease?

Dr Haz?

Erythropoietic protoporphyria.

Proto-what?
Porphyria.

It's an extremely rare blood disorder

where the sufferer's skin becomes
incredibly sensitive to UV light.

If exposed, their blood starts to boil,

attacks the nerve endings
in the skin, rips them apart,

giving the appearance of sunburn.

Now, sufferers have to spend
their entire lives indoors

and require frequent blood transfusions

to remove the porphyria toxins.

That explains the needle marks
in his arm.

In less informed times,
the only treatment

was to drink animal blood
and avoid daylight.

But sufferers were often persecuted,
even killed,

because people believed
they drank human blood, too,

fuelling vampire folklore.

Is that what you think
happened to Sebastian?

That he was murdered because
somebody thought he was a vampire?

I don't... know.

Look, ask the lab to confirm
porphyria and check with CIB.

See if they've found a missing heart.

Hello, can I help you?

All good. I'm just
waiting for Dr Molyneux.

Oh. And you are?

Ben. Ben Patterson. I'm her husband.

Ex-husband?

Not... yet.

Harrow.

Uh, I see you've met...
Your husband, apparently.

Ben was just telling me...
Uh, we really should be going.

Nice to meet you, Dr Harrow.

Yes, definitely.
It was most illuminating.

Ah, Harrow, there you are.

Did you know Grace had a husband?

Uh, yes, Ben.
I just met him.

Really? He's back?
Thank God for that.

Now...

...I understand you've completed
your last autopsy,

so I'd like you
to get started on M300176.

Right now?

Well, you heard what Renae said.
We all have quotas to meet.

And M300176 is scheduled
to be processed today.

These people have names, Lyle.

And they have numbers.
Much more efficient.

Excuse me a moment.

Uh, no. No, wait.

Personal calls can wait.

We've just finished
searching Sebastian's house.

Any sign of that missing heart?

No.

But, uh, we found
his mother's contact details.

She's on her way in now.

Oh, Sebastian.

He was just a toddler when I first
realised something was wrong.

I took him to the pool

and for no reason,
he just started screaming.

He wouldn't stop.

When we got home, I saw his arms
and legs were covered in blisters.

But it wasn't sunburn.

Porphyria.

Everything changed after that.

He couldn't go outside during the day.

Can you imagine what that's like
as a child?

Living your entire life in the dark?

No school.

No picnics in the park.

No trips to the beach.

A lonely way to grow up.

He was seven
when the blood transfusions began.

Every two weeks. Baz hated it.

I tried bribing him with ice-cream
and lollies but... it still hurt.

And drinking animal blood?

He said it gave him some relief,
so I encouraged it.

I know how that sounds.

Oh, no, no, I understand.

The extra haemoglobin
would have eased his symptoms.

We used to call him
'My little vampire'.

I even found a children's book
in the library.

The Lonely Vampire.
I saw it in his collection.

He loved that book.

So you knew about the teeth
and... sleeping in the coffin?

Yes.

I'd be lying if I said
I understood. I didn't.

But it seemed to make him happy.

He had a house, a job and...
and, for the first time in his life,

he had some friends.

He was such a good boy.

Why would anyone do this to him?

Mrs Wells...

...these friends of Sebastian's...

...do you know their names?

I thought I was obsessed
with this stuff, but Baz...

You know he slept in a coffin, right?

And altered his teeth, yes.

Yeah, it was pretty awesome.

So, you met Sebastian
through your online vampire forum?

Was there anyone
that would have wanted to harm him?

One of his clients, maybe,
or... or someone in this group?

Uh, not our group. No, we're
really careful about who we let in.

There's a lot of freaks out there.

We were really protective of him.

He'd had a... pretty rough childhood.

You knew about his condition?

We thought it was kinda cool.

Like he was the real deal, you know?

A real-life vampire.

And he loved the fact
that we were OK with it.

Was there ever any trouble -
with the neighbours, other residents?

All the time.

There was heaps of people in the suburb

who thought that Baz was... a weirdo.

And he was always getting anonymous
letters, telling him to move out.

Do you have any idea who sent them?

No.

But Baz didn't care.

He loved that everyone thought
he was a real vampire.

And the blood drinking,
that really played into it.

Do either of you drink blood?

No, I'm... I'm more of a lager man.

Where did he get the blood from?

His girlfriend, Monika.

And where can we find her?

And you definitely didn't get
any texts or phone calls?

Good. Thanks for your time.

Appreciate it.

That's her, Monika Skouras.

Employee of the Month.

Yeah, one of her best workers,
apparently.

Knows how to handle a knife.

She used to do deliveries
to Sebastian's house.

That's where she met him.

He'd order all this weird stuff,

you know, like marrow bones,
lamb brains, blood,

and eventually, just blood.

How long were they together?
Oh, a couple of months.

But get this.

Monika doesn't turn up
for work this morning.

No-one knows where she is,
including her flatmate.

She's done a runner.

Yeah, looks like it. So, I'll get
onto Craig at the local branch.

See if they can track her down.

Oh, Harrow?

Listen, about your son...

I've spoken to the Met
about the addresses

you gave me for his mother.
OK.

Well, with everything
they've got going on,

it's not really a high priority
at the moment.

It's... it's gonna take
a little bit longer than I expected.

So...

Look, is there anything else
you could think of

that might help speed up the process?

Not off the top of my head, no.

But, uh, thank you.

Oh...

You haven't been answering your phone.

Sorry. I've been busy.

Working.

Is that what you'd do
if I was in there?

Go to work the next day?

Fern...
I want to see him.

You can't.

He's my brother.

He's not.

Your brother is still alive.

What makes you so sure
this guy is your son?

He could be anyone.
It's him.

He looked... like me
and like his mother.

Did he say who's after him?
No.

Then who's that dead guy
in the cold-room?

I don't know.
And that passport?

Why was your name on it?
I don't know!

Then what DO you know?

His name.

It's James.

Bub, I know this is a lot to take in,

but I didn't want to lie to you again.

And if what he's telling me is true,
then I have to help him.

♪ Do I worry

♪ 'Cause you're stepping out?

♪ Do I worry

♪ 'Cause you've got me in doubt?

♪ Though your kisses aren't right

♪ Do I give a bag of beans?

♪ Do I stay home every night
and read my magazines?

♪ Am I frantic

♪ 'Cause we've lost the spark?

♪ Is there panic

♪ When it starts turning dark?

♪ And when evening shadows creep

♪ Do I lose any sleep...? ♪

Are you gonna get that?

Oh, it can wait.

You wanted to see me.
Yes.

Come in.

Uh, look, I know this is short notice,

but I need to take
a few days of personal leave.

OK. Why?

Well, we never had to
give a reason to Maxine.

Maxine's no longer in charge.

I'm well aware of that.

Then I suggest you send through
a 'request for leave' form

and I'll judge it on its merit.

As I would with any other staff member.

Is that all?

You don't remember me, do you?

I used to hire surgical rooms
at Sunderland Private.

You were sent in to look for
efficiencies four years ago.

It was your audit
that got the place closed down.

That hospital was losing money.
And friends of mine lost their jobs.

Some haven't worked since.

I know you haven't just been brought
in here to take over from Maxine.

The new quotas, the extra supervision.

You're here to find cuts,

and my guess is
someone's gonna lose their job.

So, who's it gonna be?

Don't forget to fill out
that leave form.

Hello?

She's ready. Bring cash.

It's all there.

Never hurts to double-check.

Can I see now?

Oh, Leo...

This is...

This is...

Jesus, Harrow, don't get
all blubbery on me.

The grille! It looks original.

And the badging!
Where did you find them?

Don't ask.

Oh...

Genuine side mirror.
Where did you get that?

Don't ask.

Oh...

Oh.

Original dash.

How did you...?

Alright, alright, I won't ask.

Try not to set it on fire again.

I'll do my best.

♪ Call me the breeze

♪ I keep blowin' down the road

♪ Well, now, they call me the breeze

♪ I keep blowin' down the road... ♪

Harrow.

Good news.
We found Sebastian's girlfriend.

Can you tell me
where you were two nights ago?

Can't remember?

Is that your bank account?

It's my name on it.

Yeah, I noticed that.

Two nights ago,
$28,000 was transferred into it

from an account belonging to
a Mr Sebastian Wells.

Can you explain that?
It was a gift.

Your necklace...

Was that a gift too?

Mm-hm.

18th-century Georgian glass.
Very expensive.

Well, Sebastian likes pretty things.

And pretty pennies.
Yeah, he's very generous.

Tell us about your relationship
with Mr Wells.

We dated for a while
and we broke up a week ago.

You broke it off?
Mm-hm.

Why was that?

I like to tan.

When was the last time
you spoke to Mr Wells?

Look, I'm not an idiot.
The money was a gift.

This was a gift. Ask him yourself.

Well, I'm afraid we can't do that.

Mr Wells was found dead yesterday.

I'm not saying anything else
until my lawyer gets here.

Lab results.

And they have confirmed
erythropoietic protoporphyria.

God, I love saying that!

Did the police find his girlfriend?

Yes, but I don't think she killed him.

Well, she doesn't seem like the type
who believes in vampires.

What's that got to do with anything?
Well, everything.

The garlic, the rose petals,
the crucifix in the chest.

Now, either this is one of the most
unnecessarily elaborate murders

I have ever seen,

or whoever did this genuinely
believed they were killing a vampire.

Maybe that's what
she wanted you to think.

Yes. That's what Nichols said.

Have the police found the heart yet?

Oh... No, but that could be anywhere.

Well, what did they used to do
with it, after they'd cut it out?

Who?
Vampire slayers.

You know - Buffy, Van Helsing.

Those two cute guys from Supernatural.

Well, traditionally speaking,

a vampire's heart
would be burned, eaten

or buried in sanctified grounds.

What?

Reverend?! Reverend?!

No, no, wait. Wait, don't go.

You're... you're a cop.
No, no.

I'm with the Coroner's office.

You don't like the Reverend
very much, do you?

He doesn't like me.

Or Cannoli.

Or anyone who doesn't go to the church.

Like that vampire guy.

Sebastian Wells?

How do you know
the Reverend doesn't like him?

'Cause I saw them arguing.

But Mercado said that they'd never met.

I saw him outside his house
two nights ago.

Dracula caught him
leaving hate mail on his doorstep.

What's he got?

Drop it. Come on, drop it!

What is that?

It's a heart.

A stake through the heart.

OK, now I've seen everything.

Managed to pick up the Reverend?

Oh, he's on his way to CIB now.

You know I can't believe that he lied
about not knowing the victim.

Let's see if he lied about
not believing in vampires.

Uh... good job, by the way.

Do you know how many autopsies
you should have completed by now?

Three.
And how many have you completed?

One.

And how many are you going to have
to complete by the end of the day

to meet your quota?

There's a quota?

I want M300176 prepped and ready for
examination in five minutes or else.

Or else what?

Oh, no.

Oh, no, not the red pen.

Please, anything but the red pen!

Five... minutes.

Fresh contusion to the forehead,

approximately two centimetres by...

...three centimetres.

Good.

This looks like dried blood.

Do you mind helping me
with these buttons?

Oh, that looks like a snakebite.

Perhaps it's the work of a vampire.

Oh, honestly, Harrow.

If this was the work of a vampire,

she'd be alive right now, not lying
here dead on an autopsy table.

How long have you been
a pathologist, Dr Fairley?

23 years.

And how long have you been
examining the dead, Dr Harrow?

23 years.

And in all this time,
have either of you

ever admitted a live person
into the morgue?

No.
Once.

Just tell me how a 65-year-old woman

ends up spending the night
in our cold-room

without anyone noticing she was alive?

As my supervisor,
I think Dr Fairley should explain.

Thank you, Dr Harrow.

You know, it's really...
it's quite straightforward, really.

M300176...

Mrs Kovacs.

Mrs Kovacs had been bitten
by a snake at her home

and her husband
called the family physician,

who was unable to find a pulse,
so declared her dead at the scene.

But her pulse was suppressed
by snake venom,

which wasn't sufficient to kill her

but enough to render her
into a death-like coma.

And then you put her in the cold-room.

Yes, but, technically,

the examining doctor
did sign her extinction certificate.

That is true.

Mrs Kovacs is insisting on going home

but she doesn't want an ambulance.

Now, I have spoken to her husband,

who is understandably shocked
to learn of her... recovery,

but he doesn't drive.

So, she is going to
need to be escorted home.

I'll take her.

Thank you.

Get a statement from the doctor.

I want it in writing
that QIFM is in no way responsible

for this mess.

You'd better hope she doesn't sue.

That went well.

I thought we were
going to be in trouble.

I'm really sorry
about this, but it was madness.

I kept trying to check her vitals,

but her husband wouldn't stop
yelling at me in...

Romanian?

Yes.

He kept saying that Ruth
had been bitten

by a va... var-something.

Varc...

Varcolac?
That's it.

I think it means... snake.

No. It means vampire.

Where did you say they lived?

Mitchelton.

Andrei works as a groundskeeper
at the local church.

St Hilary's?

Yeah. How did you know?

Oh, no.

Oh! Andrei!

Andrei...

Ce e cu tine, iubi?

Oh, this is Edwina.
She kindly dropped me home.

I should be getting back.
Nonsense.

Put the kettle on, Andrei.

Pick up, pick up, pick up!

Mm, beautiful painting.

Ah, it was Andrei's mother's.

It's from the family home in Romania.

Where in Romania is Andrei from?

You've called Bryan Nichols.

Please leave a message.
Shit.

Andrei!

No!

Andrei! Andrei!

Stai! Ce faci?!

Ce faci?!

You're one of them!

Ce crezi ca sunt?
Un varcolac!

Un varcolac!
Nu e adevarat.

Te rog! Te rog... Te rog...

Un varcolac!

Mrs Kovacs.

It's over.

Everything's fine.

That's the last time
I volunteer for anything.

How are they?
Not too bad, considering.

Edwina's getting an X-ray
as a precaution.

But she's going to be fine.
And Ruth?

Disappointed in the institution
of marriage, I suspect.

Oh, well, at least
she's still alive, thanks to you.

Did he admit to killing Sebastian?
Yep.

So, when he found out that a vampire
had moved into the neighbourhood,

he wasn't too thrilled about it.

And then when Ruth appeared dead
with that bite mark on her neck...

He thought Sebastian killed her.

So, he broke into his house
and drove a stake through his heart.

I think he genuinely believed
he was killing a vampire.

Yeah, well, who knows what stories
he was told, growing up?

That, and the trauma of thinking
he'd lost his wife of 50 years.

And an innocent young man
has his life cut short.

May I?
Of course.

Do you have children, Dr Harrow?

Yes.

Then you understand.

You love them, no matter what.

You never gave up on him.

Neither did you.

Thank you.

Sydney?!

Uh, yeah, just for a few days.

To sort out the house.

You own a house together?
Yeah.

We were married for five years.

Ben's been living in it
since the split.

Why did you separate?

Was it his height?
I mean, he's very tall.

Uh, just didn't work out.

Listen, I was gonna tell you sooner,

but I just... with everything
going on with your son,

I just didn't want to
drop this on you as well.

That's very sweet.

But I'll be fine.

You sure?

Anyway...

...it's probably for the best
you're sorting this out.

The last thing I need right now

is to get involved
with a married woman.

Oh, pff!
I've got my reputation to think of.

Uh, what reputation?

Just call, if you need to talk.

I will.

You won't even miss me.

Everything OK?

No.

We need to talk to you.
About an email.

Dr Fairley was sent an email
from the DNA Office this afternoon.

Well, they'd sent it last night,
apparently,

but I didn't get that one.

And...?

We may not be able to release
the body from the shipyard

as quickly as we thought.

Why not?

There's no easy way
to say this, Harrow, but...

...the young man in the cold-room,

his DNA does not match yours.

He's not your son.

Has anyone tried to contact you
in the past couple of days?

No. Why?

This is from
the police vehicle compound

where the stolen car
from the shipyard is being held.

What's he looking for?

We don't know.

But whatever it is, he didn't find it

because everything in that car was
transferred to the evidence lock-up

two days ago.

Did he break into any other vehicles?

No, only this one.

Which makes me think there was more
than one person at the shipyard

when our victim fell to his death.

We need to find this guy.

You think he might have
some information on our victim?

I think he might be involved
in his death.

Hi, Dad.

Next, on Harrow...

I've never asked you for
anything, but I'm asking you now.

You should just go to the police.
I can't.

The dead young man is her son.

This will not be going away.

And what's this about... trouble?

If he's done nothing wrong,
I can help him.

It's not a pleasant way to go.

There is no way Mum drowned herself.

She's left everything
to your son, Nate.

Is there anything you want to tell us?

Forget it.