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Previously on Harrow...

I do like your car.

My father’s.

‐What was he like? ‐Absent.

Where’s your mother?

She’s dead. I didn’t know you existed.

She always said she didn’t know who my father was.

So what do we have to do?

Divide our stuff. Sign those.

Did you know the dead boy?

No. I diverted the security cameras

at the shipyard to my phone.

It can prove that I had nothing to do with his death.

Can you try to get the phone?

I can't get it.

It’s gone to the Police Cybercrime Unit.

Don’t worry, Dad.

You stole these?

I made them. The pay's really good.

Mila Zoric.

The dead young man is her son.

This will not be going away.

Bastards!

So which of these do you want to list as cause of death?

Well, cause of death is always cessation of the heart,

but in this case, I’d say it was bad luck.

His hang‐glider fell out of the sky.

How is that bad luck?

Well, because he gambled.

He bet that his youth, strength and skills

were enough to defeat the forces of nature.

They weren’t. And now he’s lost 60 years.

But he tried.

He lost, but he tried.

Are you feeling old?

Do you need a sports car or a tattoo?

I’m fine.

Haven’t, uh, heard from Grace?

As a matter of fact, we were on the phone last night.

She said that she was thinking of going ash blond,

and I said, no, try honey blond.

And then she said she'd think about it,

and I said that she should,

and she should also think about getting a sheepadoodle puppy

because they’re so cute.

So, no.

You miss her, call her.

Harrow.

Have you got a second?

Seconds are probably all you have left.

Yes, I do.

Edwina was about to clean everything up.

I think you know what this is about.

Fine. I’ll replace them.

What?

Nothing.

Did you find my kuzumochi cakes?

No.

It’s about our trip.

For my Big Bang with the Gang.

My Gang Bang.

My group camping trip, tomorrow.

Oh! Yes.

So, all good?

I haven’t cleared it with Warrington.

Oh, I have. Renee?

Ms Warrington is fine.

Everything okay for Harrow and I to take tomorrow off?

Absolutely.

Five‐thirty.

AM?

Don’t forget. Tent.

I thought we had quotas.

Dr Fairley's been working the hours

to make up for both of you.

Apparently it means a lot to him.

All his good friends are going.

So your presence surprises me, too.

Anyway, sounds like it's going to be good

for building workplace rapport.

And I trust that any employee under supervision

is supportive of building team rapport.

♪ Didn't make a plan ♪

♪ To break your heart ♪

♪ But it was The sweetest thing ♪

♪ I've ever done ♪

♪ Didn't need a plan ♪

♪ I just need a body ♪

♪ I put it on the line ♪

♪ But I won ♪

♪ Didn't make a plan ♪

♪ To break your heart ♪

♪ But it was The sweetest thing ♪

♪ I've ever done ♪

What are you doing here?

Apparently, I’m in Fairley’s gang.

What are you doing here?

Same.

Why didn’t you find an excuse?

Oh, my boss Crowley got wind of it.

Apparently, she thinks this’ll be good for

‐building team rapport. ‐Building team rapport.

Well, where are all the others?

‐ ‐ Yeah.

Aha! Morning, morning, morning!

Ready for our group plunge

into nature’s verdant lushness?

What about the rest of your friends?

I told you, me and my best friends.

So, grab your gear and climb aboard.

You should have woken me.

You still need your sleep.

Leg ham, hollandaise,

organic eggs, Italian coffee, fish.

This is half a week’s rent.

It’s fine. It’s a little treat.

I got a new cleaning job. I start tonight.

Oh, that's good.

That’s good.

Don't feel guilty.

You’ll be working again soon.

We’re feeding three now, though.

James will chip in.

Yuh‐huh. After he offloads a few of them fake passports?

‐Cal, don’t be so‐‐ ‐Morning!

Morning!

Oh, are you going somewhere?

Interviews with some recruitment agencies.

Ha! Uh, did you want breckie?

Uh, looks great, but no.

I’d better jet.

See ya.

No. No.

‐ ‐No, no, no. God no. No.

You know, you could put a Bluetooth player in.

That radio is period authentic.

Yes, keep going, Bryan.

We might hear the Declaration of Armistice soon.

Ah, shut up.

Look, here.

Fairley, what’s all this about?

It’s not your birthday.

What, I need an excuse to go camping

with my two best chums?

‐Yes. ‐Yes.

I just thought it would be nice.

And, Bryan, I know how outdoorsy you are,

having seen your whoo‐whoo!

My whoo‐whoo?

Dating profile.

And, Harrow, you love nature.

You live on the river.

Yes, but this is the first time you’ve invited me camping.

Alright, fine.

I've known you two professionally longer than anyone.

I have something that I want to share with you.

Then tell us.

Not yet.

‐ ‐Ah, peng Lao deum!

We're camping here?

Oh, no.

Oh, thank God.

Our campsite is four kilometres that way.

‐What? ‐I know.

It's an embarrassingly short hike for man of your, uh,

credentials,

but what we lack in distance, we can make up for in pace.

What does he want to tell us?

Maybe he’s getting married.

To who? He doesn’t even have a girlfriend, does he?

Uh, maybe he’s coming out.

Fairley? No, no, no, he’s left on red for Warrington.

Medical problem?

Maybe. Diabetes?

Heart disease.

Cancer.

Right! Come chaps.

As Emerson said,

"It's not the length of life,

but the depth of it."

Oh, that's bad luck.

We’ll have to head home.

Nonsense. Men like us cannot be deterred by bureaucracy.

Besides, I know this track

like the back of my... hand.

Forward ho!

Oh! Flagellaria indica. The Whip Vine.

Also commonly known as the Supplejack.

Yeah, funny story about that. Oh, look, bush tucker.

Speaking of Supplejack,

the, uh, passport found on Max Zoric.

The false name in it was Jack Sheppard.

Also the name of a notorious young English highwayman.

Quite the escape artist.

Why are you telling me this?

Well, it just struck me that whoever made that false passport

had a sense of humour.

It reminded me of you.

Or it’s a coincidence.

Maybe. Highwayman joke in the front,

your name written in the back,

found with a letter from someone claiming to be your son.

We’ve been over this.

What, you think I had something to do with Max Zoric’s death?

Not directly.

Fairley found his death was misadventure.

Why are you raking over the coals? Curiosity?

Well, I am curious why you haven’t asked

whether the UK Police have tracked down Tanya Reed.

Well, I figured if you'd heard something,

you’d let me know.

Well, then you should know this.

I’ve heard some scuttlebutt about the misadventure finding.

There’s pressure to investigate further,

particularly into how Max Zoric died.

I don’t think it’s over.

Keep up, lads!

All yours.

Can I help you?

I don’t think I should be here.

I don’t think they’ve given me enough information.

What is it that you’re looking for?

Uh, I’m from Cybercrime on six.

Uh, there’s a phone that was supposed to be returned to its owner,

but the owner says he never got it.

Our records say it’s gone.

Well, they should have sent the officer in charge.

Totally.

Totally. Um...

Can I just see that it’s here?

What have you got?

Um, I’ve got the date, the location,

um, the rego number of the car it was found in.

Okay, let’s have a look.

Okay, so in the glove box, we have mints, logbooks,

first aid kit and, yes, a mobile phone.

Great. Um, well, can I see it?

No, sorry, it’s been checked out.

CIB.

A Senior Sergeant Bryan Nichols.

Makes sense.

Bye.

See ya.

Oh, he’s full of shit.

Four kilometres, my ass.

I reckon we must have walked ten.

And there’s no signal.

If you have something important to tell us,

why not just take us to a bar?

Oh, I brought the bar.

Oh, thank Christ!

Not much for you, Bryan.

I’ve seen your profile. "Occasional social drinker."

Working out well, then.

Oh, shut up. Lyle, stop!

I need a whiz.

You need more than a whiz.

You need nitrate tablets and a lower BMI.

Yeah.

Harrow.

Come and have a look at this.

Ohh!

What is it?

Why suffer under canvas

when there’s dry floor and a roof?

Yeah.

What? Where’s the challenge in that,

especially for a storied outdoorsman like Bryan.

Besides, I have the perfect campsite in mind.

Excuse me, fellas?

How’re you going?

How’s it look?

Well, it looks like you’re going camping.

You know this track’s closed for reforestation?

It'll be alright.

We don’t need to use the track.

Your permit’s in order?

Oh, I hope not.

‐ Here we go. ‐Oh, of course.

I didn't notice an exclusion area

when I paid for the permit.

Where are you thinking of making camp?

Butterfly Creek. Up near Spirit Falls.

You know there’s been some land slips up there?

A lot of rain in the last three months.

Could be dangerous.

Well, maybe we could overnight there.

Afraid not. The old hut’s riddled with white ants.

We will be fine.

I used to camp at Spirit Falls all the time in my youth.

I know what to look out for.

Righto, just be aware there’s no mobile coverage

if you get into strife.

There’ll be no strife.

Bryan here is an expert woodsman.

Fair enough.

Happy camping, guys.

And we’re off.

This is your fault.

If I tell him, he'll tell everyone,

and I don’t want it getting around that I’m‐‐

Full of shit?

Why don’t you mind your own business?

You know, you’ve got enough troubles of your own.

Ben! It’s done!

Ben?

Hi, Ben Patterson’s phone.

Oh, hello. Is Dr Patterson there?

Uh, not this second. Can I take a message?

Are you a relative?

I'm... his wife.

Ah, pleasure. This is Kirsty Lifton

from HR at St. Catherine’s, Brisbane.

It’s about the job up here we’re offering your husband.

Ah, here we are!

Thank God!

‐Halfway. ‐What?!

Yes, no, look, I know.

But I promise another rousing hike tomorrow.

We'll camp here tonight,

and in the morning, the waterfall.

The waterfall? Why?

Because it’s there.

There's a perfectly good whisky bar

400 metres from QIFM.

It's there!

Life’s not all about you, you know that, Harrow?

I wanted some place special to share my information.

Well, you can just tell us now, and we can all go home.

We are not going anywhere!

‐Bryan? ‐Mm?

Where will you set up the stove?

What?

The stove. The gas stove

I asked you to bring.

You asked me to bring "the heat."

I thought you meant like, you know, enthusiasm.

Oh, yes, you nailed that.

‐Shut up, Harrow. ‐Oh, no, I see.

You deliberately left the stove behind

so you could demonstrate your bushcraft.

Oh, yes, please. Demonstrate your bushcraft.

Hey, I can light a fire.

- ‐I can’t wait to see. - ‐ Excellent.

Alright, Harrow, I’ll help you set up our tent.

"Our" tent?

I saw you brought the tent.

I brought a tent.

A one‐man tent for me.

I didn’t know you meant the tent for all of us.

Nice one, Harrow.

What did you think I meant?

Well, how should I know?

I didn’t even know who was coming!

How could you not know?

I said my best friends.

You don’t know who my best friends are?

Which best friend drags his mates out

to the Land That Time Forgot for a chat?

Bryan loves the outdoors!

You love the outdoors.

You have a boat.

I have a boat with a coffee machine

and a toilet with a door!

Now we have to sleep in a Dutch oven

with Bear Grylls there,

unless he can fashion us a hut out of bark and pebbles.

After you’ve started that fire, of course.

Aw, this is‐‐ this is ridiculous!

Yes, you’re right.

Bursaria incana is not a good burning wood.

No!

All this!

I can’t start a fire, Lyle.

I'm not outdoorsy,

and I don’t like camping.

I'm allergic to ants.

Trees make me nervous.

But your profile.

It’s all bullshit!

Took me a whole weekend

to find five photos of me outside.

I was just trying to make an impression on someone

so I wouldn’t end up dying alone.

But you’ve saved me the trouble.

I’m gonna die of exposure 'cause Dr Solipsism here

was only thinking of himself, as usual!

You can have the tent.

I’m going to sleep in the car!

No, I’ll go sleep in the car.

I said it first!

Well, I said it louder!

And which one of you

knows which direction the car is?

Well, seems like you’re both stuck with me, then.

‐ You want a hand? ‐I'm fine.

‐Here. ‐I said I'm fine, Ben.

What’s the matter?

Oh, you’re moving to Brisbane?

Okay.

Uh, were you going to tell me?

We’re divorcing.

We’ve just emptied the house,

and you don’t even work in the hospital system anymore.

Is it a problem?

I mean, if it is, I‐‐

No. No.

It’s fine.

I mean, Head of Paediatric Surgery,

it’s a really good step up for you.

‐If it’s a big deal, I can cancel. ‐It’s not.

Let’s just get going before I miss my flight.

Thank you, Fairley.

Thank you, Lyle.

Ooh, hello.

My goodness. That’s‐‐

For tomorrow. For the waterfall.

But this...

To a job well done.

You mean the fire or the tent?

I mean our job. Us.

Surviving our professions.

Surviving the dead.

Your father didn’t.

He saw his share of it in the war.

It was too much for him.

But you survived.

And Bryan?

You have to go to all the roadsides, and the lounge rooms,

the bedrooms and the blood‐covered kitchens

and see the worst of what we can do to each other.

But you’ve survived.

Well, if you call it surviving.

Two failed marriages, one estranged daughter,

dishwasher I never use ’cause it’s only plates for one.

Four mates who have exited themselves off by drink, or...

other ways.

Cold sweats and vomiting when the phone rings after nine at night.

So why use dating photos that aren’t the real you?

Oh, I don’t know Lyle.

God, who wants a washed up 53‐year‐old copper

with insomnia and a dicky knee?

And anyway, I thought I had someone special.

But she wasn’t what she seemed, so...

No one is as they seem, Bryan.

You’re no better.

Your ex just moved to Toowoomba to escape you.

You’ve got an old boat, old car.

Children that hardly talk to you.

One child who does.

Yeah.

What about you, Lyle?

How come you never got married?

Or are you gonna get married?

There was a woman.

A dancer.

Titania.

We were going to elope.

I waited all day at the registry office

before I realised she wasn’t coming.

Later I found a note‐‐

"You smell like formaldehyde."

And she’d spelt it with two Fs.

Mm!

Anyway, over that.

These bloody jobs, eh?

But what do we get that others don’t?

Free gloves.

Authority.

Exactly.

We get the authority to go where others don’t.

We're allowed to ask questions of the living,

and the dead.

Questions that no one else is allowed to ask.

Where were you? Who were you with?

Why?

If, after all these years,

we’re still smart enough to ask the right questions,

maybe we make the world a slightly less awful place.

I have regrets.

But I don’t regret that.

Not that.

Not that.

Well, I forgot the stupid bloody gas stove,

but I remembered this.

♪ As I walked out ♪

♪ In the streets of Laredo ♪

♪ As I walked out ♪

♪ In Laredo one day ♪

♪ I spied a young cowboy ♪

♪ Wrapped all in white linen ♪

♪ Wrapped in white linen ♪

♪ As cold as the clay ♪

♪ So beat the drums slowly ♪

♪ And play the fife lowly ♪

♪ Sing the death march ♪

♪ As you carry me along ♪

♪ Take me to the valley ♪

♪ And lay the sod o’er me ♪

♪ I'm a young cowboy ♪

♪ And I know I’ve done wrong ♪

♪ I can see by your outfit ♪

♪ That you are a cowboy ♪

♪ Those words he did say ♪

♪ As I walked boldly by ♪

Yee‐hah!

♪ Come sit down beside me ♪

♪ And hear my sad story ♪

♪ Got shot in the breast ♪

♪ And I know I must die ♪

Lads.

Love the song.

Who wants to hear how I died?

Sure.

Drink?

Well...

Yeah, it’ll do me no good. Being dead.

Murdered.

Shot.

Not in the chest like your song.

But shot in the back.

Cowards.

Who shot you?

They shot me.

Where?

Like I said, in the back.

No, I mean, where geographically.

Oh.

I haven’t found my body yet.

Doomed to wander?

Doomed to wander.

Name’s Branch.

Harrow.

Nichols. Fairley.

I‐‐ I won’t remember.

Why did whoever shot you shoot you?

You a prospector?

Botanist.

Dangerous profession.

When did this happen?

Oh, a long time ago.

Specifically.

Look, two of us are doctors.

Why don’t you let us check you over?

Mr Branch?

They’re still after me, you know.

Mr Branch, it’s probably best if you stay with us.

Spirit Falls.

I should’ve known.

It’s all in the name.

Mr Branch?

What the bloody hell was that?

Spirit... Falls.

You don't really believe that was a ghost

of a botanist named Branch?

Is it too late to go home?

Hey, James.

Did you find a job?

I connected with some people.

What did you do?

I worked.

Have you ever had your IQ tested?

Cleaning doesn’t make me stupid.

Sure. But it’s hard work for small bucks.

Dad?

On a workday?

Hey, uh, I’m not here.

Hi, delivery for James Reed.

Must be a mistake. No one called that here.

Sure?

Yes, I'm sure.

Lived here my whole life.

No James Reed.

Okay, no probs. Have a good day.

His sister’s there.

Couldn’t tell if he is.

We’ll come back.

I'm sorry.

Next time I’ll last longer.

Oh!

Good morning.

Well, it’s morning.

Did you sleep well?

I slept like a baby.

Fresh air, under the stars.

No nocturnal visitors?

I know you’re sceptical, but the soul does go somewhere.

We are not souls.

We are electrochemical reactions.

He looked very much alive.

Except he disappeared.

Lucky bastard.

Ohh.

Oh! Christ, it’s real.

Morning!

Come have some lovely miso‐shiru

with yakisakana.

Oh, Atractocarpus hirta,

the Hairy Gardenia.

Hirta being Latin for‐‐

Hairy. Yeah, I get it.

Hey, speaking of, you got any hair of the dog in here?

What? No.

‐No, no, no! ‐Come on!

No! This is for after our swim at the waterfall.

What do you mean, swim?

I didn’t pack any togs.

Nor did I.

Nor did I.

Why do three strapping lads need togs,

when we can celebrate our potent form

in nature’s pure beauty?

Oh! The Bumpy Satinash.

Where did this knowledge of plants come from?

Oh, my father, he dabbled.

He had the keen interest.

He left you and your mother and brother, didn’t he?

When I was 12, yes.

My brother and I and he,

we used to come here every summer before he left.

Fairley.

What's wrong?

Are you ill?

I’ll tell you at the waterfall.

Ooh, phone signal.

No, no. Not that here.

The search.

Ahh.

Branch Goddard, botanist,

went missing three years ago.

It seems Customs was after him

on suspicion of bringing in illegal plants.

‐He went missing along with‐‐ ‐

Oh! Lost the signal again.

Oh, my goodness, he was a ghost.

No, he was not a ghost!

This place is very special.

Oh, well, it’s not very special to me.

My head is as crook as Rookwood.

‐I’m going back for a kip. ‐Oh no, no, come on.

Let’s just get this done for Fairley.

Oh, what, mountain hikes? Ghost botanists?

You two, naked? No thanks.

‐Oh, Bryan, you‐‐ you can’t‐‐ ‐It'll be fine.

You and I will head on to the falls,

Bryan will go back to base camp and rest his weary head.

Hey, look, he’s stopped.

What is that?

It’s not native.

Well, what do you think it is?

I’m getting vague recollections from my time at the Drug Squad.

Yep, coca.

Oh, that’s insane.

Erythroxylacae is native to South America.

It wouldn’t grow here.

Unless one was a botanist

and one found a particularly robust variety

and one brought it back.

Where did your missing botanist return from?

Peru.

Look at the height of the humus around it.

Harrow, what are you doing?

We have to press on to the falls.

Oh, shit.

What is that?

Is that a...

Human pelvis.

Hmm. How old do you make him?

Oh, I’d say adult 30 to 50.

The bone marrow’s all been consumed.

Same clothes and boots as our bloke last night.

So he's been here a few years,

which he would have to be because‐‐

Because the tree has grown through his pelvic bone.

Meaning what?

Well, meaning that he either had

a coca plant seed in his front pocket,

which would be unlikely to germinate, or...

Or?

Or he’d ingested one,

and it passed through his digestive system

and was almost out when he died.

The bowel material would have made excellent starting fertiliser.

Wait a minute. Look at this.

There’s a chip in the T7.

And there's an exit break

in his fifth vertebrosternal rib.

Shot in the back.

Clear through.

Okay.

What are we thinking?

That our botanist went to South America

and brought back at least one coca plant seed in his gut.

And was shot to death around here.

‐ ‐ Find cover!

They’re coming from that way!

What do we do?

No signal.

We’ve got to get back to the car.

- ‐Right, it’s this way! - ‐

Okay, Lyle, we’re pinned down here.

You know your way around.

You gotta get back to the four‐wheel‐drive.

What about you two?

Just go. Get help!

Alright.

Okay.

‐One shooter. ‐Yeah.

He’s coming this way.

Okay, you stay here.

What? No, wait! Wait, Bryan!

Shit, shit, shit!

‐Oi! ‐

Drop it.

Okay.

Oh! I‐‐ Okay.

I suspected your ability to pick up twigs

would come in handy.

Who are you?

Hey, what’s going on, fellas?

Thank God. This guy‐‐

He's with me.

I did try to warn you not to come up this way.

Impersonating a State wildlife officer is a serious offence.

And so is growing a rather large crop of cocaine.

You look like a cop.

You look like 15 to life.

Hey, Vince‐‐

Don’t use names.

Yeah, yeah, yep, sorry, sorry.

Um, what are we going to do?

’Cause we got a cop and a...

Pathologist.

A useless guy and, uh, and they‐‐

they found one of the dudes that we shot.

One of the guys?

You mean, the botanist who brought in your coca plants,

he wasn’t alone?

No, they were brothers.

Hey. Stop talking.

Yep. Yep, sure.

But, Vince, what do we do?

We kill them, too.

But first, where’s your friend?

The one who knows about Spirit Falls?

Gone. He left yesterday.

I went to your camp.

Three people slept there last night.

So where is he?

You’re too late, Vince.

Lyle Fairley is an expert bushman.

He has the fitness of an Olympian

and the stealth of a ninja.

He knows this rainforest like the back of his hand.

He can navigate without a compass

and would have jumped behind the wheel of his four‐wheel‐drive,

radioed ahead, and even as we speak,

he’s probably briefing a response group

to storm in here and‐‐ and rescue us and...

And... And you should probably give up.

Your car has no CB radio,

and I flattened the tyres on it.

So if that’s where he’s heading, he’s in for a surprise.

So, Vince, what‐‐ what do we do?

We shoot 'em.

We shoot 'em.

This is all your fault!

Oh, Jesus! What the‐‐

You and your stupid profile!

‐ What?! ‐Stop moving!

What, fishing, climbing, show jumping?

There was no photos with horses!

Hey, cut it out!

If you had only been honest,

we would never have ended up here!

‐Aah! ‐God!

Well, what about you and your stupid boat

‐that never leaves the dock?! ‐

You know, it doesn’t make you look cool, Harrow.

Makes you look financially irresponsible!

Well, at least I know how to sail it!

Stop moving!

Now!

‐Unh! ‐

Yah!

Some ranger.

I am sorry it required the use of firearms, though.

That was not my plan.

You did well, mate.

I think we all did well.

So, coca plants.

Mm, hundreds of them.

When I saw them,

I realised that those two had a lot to lose.

And so did I.

And the body?

Oh, yeah, well, apparently our botanist,

Branch Goddard, was wanted for interview

by Customs after that trip to Peru.

But he and his younger brother, Whitman,

went missing three years ago, so...

Excuse I.

Oh! Commersonia bartramia.

Mr Goddard?

Mr Goddard.

We got the men who killed your brother, Whitman.

They’re the ones that you and your brother

smuggled in those coca seeds for.

It's my fault.

He loved me.

He’d do whatever I wanted.

And I said if we bring the seeds in

that we’d be set for life.

But when they thought they had all the seeds,

they betrayed you.

Get out of here, Whit! Run!

They shot your brother.

‐ ‐Ohh!

Whit! Whit!

Seeing your brother...

‐ ‐...murdered

must have been the worst moment of your life.

You tried to run.

Bastards!

But you didn’t die.

I didn’t?

So... this is real.

Yes.

You crawled away,

and you survived out here.

I thought I was dead.

You weren’t.

But I’m afraid your brother is.

We found him.

And we will take care of him.

But now, it’s time to look after you.

Come.

Hi, guys, this is Mr Branch Goddard.

He’s been out here for the last three years.

Cotard’s delusion?

Yes, it's the false belief

that you’ve lost parts of your body,

or even that you’re dead.

It can be brought on by severe trauma.

There. It’s good to go.

We never made it out to the falls.

Yeah, I didn't see you two naked,

so not all bad.

We did it.

Together, astonishingly.

Yes. We did.

But that whisky cost 2,000 dollars.

Shit.

Fairley.

What was it you wanted to tell us?

Do you have cancer?

Cancer? No.

I've, uh...

I’ve decided to retire.

‐Morning. ‐Morning.

Look, about your decision.

I think we should have a ch‐‐

Good morning.

Hi!

Hi.

Hi.

How was the trip?

How‐‐ How was your trip?

Oh, gunplay and cocaine. Pretty standard weekend.

Did you get your...

Divorce papers signed?

Good as done.

Ah, good. You’re all here.

Is that Max Zoric?

Yes.

Well, Lyle. Daniel. How lovely to see you.

Bramson.

What are you doing here?

And you must be Dr Molyneux.

I’ve heard you’ve settled in here very well.

Uh, and who are you?

This is Dr Bramson. He used to work here.

Before he took his 30 pieces of silver.

Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about life after QIFM, Lyle.

Dr Fairley, Dr Molyneux.

I’d better be getting back.

Renee. What is going on?

Would you two please come to my office?

Dr Harrow.

How was the team building exercise?

Surprisingly effective.

Good.

Next on Harrow...

We thought he was your son.

I fear I might have missed something.

I believe the injury is a boxer’s fracture.

I’m not sure I believe anything James says.

How about telling your long lost sister the truth?

Motor vehicle accident at an end‐of‐year school beach party.

Kaara wasn’t drinking.

Whole school knew she was a drunk.

She was a good kid.

What do you think?

I still think it’s fishy.

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