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Previously on Harrow...

And what's this about trouble?

I made them. The pay's really good.

Oh, man, that's bad.

I'm not here.

Delivery for James Reed.

No-one called that here.

His sister's there.
Couldn't tell if he is.

We'll come back.

My protege was annoying and thorough.

How are you, Jack?

Jack Twine took me under his wing.
Taught me everything I know.

The dead deserve respect.

- Who looked after you both?
- Me.

I learnt to do a lot of stuff
while Mum was sick.

Did you know the dead boy?

I made that false passport for him.

She's never going to do anything for me.

I'd like to talk to your son.

I've told the police I don't know
why Max was in that shipyard.

Is that Max Zoric?

- What are you doing here?
- This is Dr Bramson.

He used to work here.

Is there anything to
explain why he fell?

- A fight? Drugs? Anything?
- No signs of struggle.

Well, it might not be misadventure
if there were two people involved.

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

Good morning, Gold Coast.

Hope you're having a great day so far.

Here are the news headlines
you need to know about this morning.

Motorists are being warned to expect
delays in Mudgeeraba this morning,

after a car rolled on the Pacific
Motorway near Merrimac overnight.

And new data has revealed
Australia has the second...

Oh, shit!

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Early start.

Well, sleep and I have never
really been on the best of terms.

You're second-guessing my work too.

- No.
- Then why are you looking at him?

Bramson is paid to find fault.

Even if there isn't any.

I'm just trying to see
what he might pick on.

Why are you interested?

I mean, this doesn't have anything
to do with you anymore, does it?

No.

So, you're telling me that you're
pre-empting Bramson's findings

out of concern for my reputation?

Is that so hard to believe?

Yes.

I don't want you to be wrong.

I want this boy's death
to be misadventure...

...'cause he has my name
in his passport.

And I want to believe that I do
have a son somewhere out there

and that he's a long, long way
from all of this.

So, do you like it?

Yeah, it's cool

but I don't know why
you're showing me this.

We already have a house.

Yeah, in 'burbsville.

Here we're in staggering distance
of four clubs, three pubs

and a very, very sweet deli

that will make you the best Reuben
you've ever had.

So, you show me all this

after you hid from a courier
that came for you at Mum's house.

I love how smart you are.

Are you worried?

A little, yeah.

So, you've gotta move out.

And I think you should too.

What sort of shit have you got me into?

You're not in any.
I just... I don't want you to be.

You know, this is all... stuff
that I'm trying to clear up.

But if we're here...

...if you're here, then at least
I'll know you're OK.

None of this matters anyway.

Cannot afford this place.

Really?

Come with me.

Hi. Can I help you?

To collect.

Christian.

I'll be right back, Mr Grey.

I didn't order three.

Uh, ordered three and paid for three.

- Uh...
- So, you just need one?

I can refund the other two.
Have you got your card on you?

Uh...

Oh, I didn't bring it with me.

Fern...

...you can pay me back, right?

Cheers.

So, $1,900.

I can't believe you just did that!

What?

What, the... those phones
cost a pittance for them to make.

I don't care! You just made me
complicit in fraud.

Oh, come on, it's not like
you didn't do some dodgy shit

when you lived out of home.

Yeah. And I almost went to jail
not that long ago.

- You won't get caught.
- How do you know that?

That was on my card!

You want to see me get arrested?

I shouldn't have used you.

That sucked.

No more.

I won't.

Where the hell...?

Looking for this?

Oh. Yes.

Sidamo arabica.

Imported from Ethiopia.

- Expensive?
- I'm... not sure.

You want special coffee, you pay for it.

Fine.

Oh!

Motor vehicle accidents,
of, uh, different sorts.

Kaara Oberg, 17.
High-school student.

Cyclist down the coast
found her in a car, in a ditch,

seen after dawn.

It's looking like she was drinking

at an end-of-year school beach party.

Drove off, went down the embankment.

SOCOs took her temp,

they seem to think it happened
some time between 1:00am and 3:00am.

Uh, photos coming.

Now, this one...

...Mitchell Vanderhaust, also 17.

Also Gold Coast.

Run over by a tractor on a beach
just after sunrise.

- Run over by a tractor?
- You want this one?

It's unusual.

Dr Fairley, can you please
attend to this one?

Dr Molyneux, have you done
a vehicle crash?

- No.
- You can work with Dr Fairley.

Dr Harrow, you can look after
the young woman.

Ms Warrington? Sergeant?
You'd better come to the foyer.

...Pathetic, and your daughter
was nothing but a drunk!

How bloody dare you?!

Hey! Police! Hey, hey!

- Leave it.
- Just move apart, please.

Calm down.

Mr Oberg?

- Yeah.
- Mr Vanderhaust.

OK, gentlemen. Now, I need
to speak to you separately.

- I just want to know what happened.
- I'll tell you what happened!

Alright? My boy is dead and I know
it's your daughter's fault!

- She was in that car by herself!
- We don't know what happened yet.

Well, my son never touched a drop

until he started hanging around
with his daughter.

- Kaara didn't drink.
- Whole school knew she was a drunk!

- She wasn't!
- And now my son is dead!

- All because of your pissy little...
- You...

Hey! OK! OK.

Enough! Enough. Mr Vanderhaust,
you come with me, please.

Mr Vanderhaust!

- Can we use a room?
- Please. Please.

Alright, alright. Alright.

Alright. I'm OK.

I'm OK, mate.

I'm OK.

Mr Oberg?

Do you want to sit down?

Your daughter, Kaara, is in there.

- Have you come to see her?
- Oh, I don't know.

The police showed me enough
to identify her.

What happens?

Well, with any unnatural death,

we conduct an autopsy
to confirm how she died.

She crashed.

It's my job to find out why.

She wasn't drinking.

Pardon?

Don't listen to anything
that he said. He's wrong.

Kaara wasn't drinking.

Well, how did... Kaara know Mitchell?

Oh, he and Kaz were
boyfriend, girlfriend.

But she's...

She was a good kid.

She looked after herself.
Not like me.

She... she ate well, she never drank.

No.

Mr Oberg,

why don't you come inside too and, uh...

...we'll take care of you?

There's no point.

Everything good's gone.

I... didn't know
when you were coming, so...

I was outside, talking to her father.

According to the police report,
it was her father's car she crashed.

And she was barefoot
in the accident pics,

so it does look like she drove
straight from the beach.

So, drink-driving, huh?

Father said that she wasn't drinking.

Oh, come on! 17, end of school?

He seemed very convincing.

You weren't invited to
many beach parties, were you?

I was invited to heaps of beach parties,

thank you very much.

But when I say 'parties',

I mean Dungeons & Dragons bouts

and when I say 'beach',

I mean the chess club at school
if Mrs Yuen was in a good mood.

But I will have you know

that Valnos Fenleaper
was a formidable half-elf fighter.

But... it does look like
she lost control of the car

soon after leaving the beach.

- Do we have her medical records?
- There's not much.

Just a basic summary from
her bulk-billing medical centre.

Repeat visits querying whether
she had irritable bowel syndrome.

She was on a waiting list
to see a specialist and...

...doctor's note concerned that
she might have an eating disorder,

which she denied.

Her father said that
she looked after herself.

And you believe that too?

It didn't seem
that he had a reason to lie.

But parents don't always know
what their kids are actually like.

How about her hands?
Anything under her nails?

- Any sign of violence?
- No.

But there is this.

- Paint.
- Mm.

Is the CT ready?

What do you see?

Uh, a clear break between C2 and C3.

A lateral shear?

Hmm.

Looks like, on impact,

her head slammed into the hard window

and the weight of her body
snapped this fragile joint.

Mm.

Here are more photos.

She wasn't wearing a seatbelt.

Why?

There's your answer.

Ended school,

celebrated with her friends
and boyfriend at the beach party,

drank too much.

Well, let's prepare fluids
for a full tox.

- Where's her boyfriend?
- His PM's still going.

- Nope. No way within an hour.
- We don't know that.

- Yeah, well, we can guess.
- We're not here to guess!

Can we help you?

- Haven't started internals yet?
- We've been arguing.

- Discussing.
- Don't let me interrupt.

Family disputes can get very ugly
between you hillbilly types.

- Maybe you can help settle it.
- You... Oh!

Heat loss in sand.

OK.

Mitchell Vanderhaust was run over
by a sand-grooming tractor.

The Scenes of Crime arrived an hour
after the tractor driver phoned 000

but in that time, his body temperature
had dropped to ambient.

- In an hour?
- It's possible.

And was the sand wet or dry?

I mean, was there rain, was there wind?

- Had his clothes been damp?
- All of which I said.

And there's also evidence to support
that consumption of alcohol

can cause a drop in the set point of
the brain's thermoregulatory centre.

We've sent off bloods and urine.

And there you are.

What do you think?

You think he was already dead?

I don't know.

Do you dispute that vehicle-crush
is what killed him?

- I still think it's fishy.
- Oh, beachside puns.

Fantastic.

I'm starting internals.

Fairley, stop.

So, here is the sand
we found on Mitchell's body...

...and here is the sand
we found on Kaara's body.

- Different sands.
- Different beaches.

But supposedly,
they were at the same party.

You don't fancy a trip
to the seaside, do you?

So, where do you think it happened?

Uh, somewhere between here
and the tideline.

So on dry sand?

It looks like it.

See, dry sand is more of an insulator
than wick for heat loss.

Yes, which makes him losing all his
heat within an hour seem very odd.

And this isn't the sand
we found on Kaara Oberg.

I don't see any evidence
of a beach party, do you?

Let's see if Nichols knows
where that party was.

I hate the beach.

Do I leave my shoes on
and get sand in them,

or do I take them off

and still get those annoying
little bits in between your toes

once I put my socks back on?

It's all the big issues, isn't it?

Well, here's where it was.

We talked to the kids
who went to the school

that Kaara and Mitchell Vanderhaust
attended.

Apparently, they were both here.

This is the sand I found on Kaara.

But not on Mitchell.

So, how did he get there?

Well, I imagine his
girlfriend drove him.

Well, party, party, party,
boyfriend, girlfriend here.

They want alone time.

They drive to the other beach.
He falls asleep.

She leaves him there.
She sadly goes off the road...

Look, what I want to know is
what are your problems?

Well, Mitchell Vanderhaust was run
over by a tractor driver at dawn

but his body temperature suggests
he might have been dead before that.

Alcohol poisoning? Drug overdose?

What's the fly in your ointment?

Well, I know that Kaara died
in the car crash.

But her father said she didn't drink.

- Her alcoholic father.
- Yeah.

And on the strength of that, you're
not convinced she drunk-drove.

Yeah.

Possible overdose,
possible not drinking,

both of which should be answered
by a toxicology report.

- Yeah.
- Then why am I here?

I got sand in my shoes for nothing!

Hey, we should get going too.

I've gotta help my
uncle write up the PM.

I'm gonna, uh, poke around
a little bit longer.

Of course you are.

Bryan, do you mind giving me a lift?

No, wait!

Wait a sec!

No, no, wait! Wait a sec!

- Please... God!
- Wait! Please.

Oh, shit.

Flooded it.

- You don't look like a cop.
- I'm with the Coroner.

You knew Mitchell Vanderhaust
and Kaara Oberg?

Yeah. Why does it matter now?

They were here. They left.

And they died.

But I'm not sure I understand
exactly what happened.

Did they leave to be alone together?

What?

They had a fight.

About what?

I don't know.

- Maybe...
- Maybe what?

Look, Mitchell was this golden boy.

And Kaara...

Kaara wasn't academic.
She wasn't sporty.

She was always wagging school, so...
maybe they broke up.

And, yet, they left together.

Did you see them leaving?

It was a party.
We had other things to do.

You've never been to
a beach party before?

Heaps.

Did Kaara drink?

Why?

Her father said she didn't.

Mitchell's father said she did.

Like I said, what does it matter now?

Can I go?

Yep?

Mitchell Vanderhaust was clear
of all drugs, except for alcohol.

His BAC was 0.11,

high enough for him
to fall asleep on the beach

but not fatal.

So, it was the tyre crush
that killed him?

- Yep.
- And Kaara?

Her blood alcohol was 0.26.

She was well drunk.

I'm sorry. Her dad was wrong.

OK. Thanks.

Mr Oberg.

How can I help you?

They...

...they said you'd done the autopsy.

Can I take her home now?

Not yet. I'm sorry, no.

But, Charlie, I...

I've got some bad news.

I know you said that Kaara
didn't drink but...

It's... it's OK.

Mitchell's father sent me this.

Leave me alone!

Bit tipsy, Skinny, huh?

- Into your dad's rum a bit, eh?
- Shut up! Shut up!

Oi, shut up, you dicks!

What the shit are you doing, Zags?

- Your girlfriend's drunk again.
- Turn it off! Now!

Sorry, Mitch...

I thought I knew her.

I thought she looked after herself.

She was always so picky
about what she ate and drank.

But they were right.

She was a drunk, like me.

Just, uh... uh...

...someone'll... let us know
when she's... ready to go, yeah?

- Hey.
- Nice stitching.

I'm ready to put her away.

- You OK?
- Yeah.

Yeah. Just, uh...

Just wanted things to be different.

She was young.

She drank, she drove.

That's how bad things happen.

I guess so.

If you're looking for a heart,

I think there's a snake
one here somewhere.

You do realise this is
an alcohol-free workplace.

It's just there to balance the desk.

- May I sit?
- Please.

You were upset this morning,

when I didn't give you
the tractor-crush case.

A little.

I assigned you the PM you didn't want

because I just needed to see
you could do your job.

And instead, you spent the whole day
trying to project a mystery into it.

Did you solve it?

Her father swears she didn't drink.

No. Not yet.

Your work performance,
dating back to 1998.

Now, on average, you perform
just as many, if not more, PMs

as any other pathologist here.

But you don't do them in order.

You don't do them on time.

You might spend two days on one

and then a week of all-nighters
making up for it.

You are hardly in your office.

No-one knows where you are
or when your work will be done.

- And that one?
- QIFM's running costs.

Slightly more than
half a million dollars...

...over budget.

People have to go.

So, should I start with Rosamie
in Histology?

She does her job on time and she is
a single mum with two young kids.

Jerome in Maintenance?
He's 54 years old.

How do you think he'll fare
getting a job if I let him go?

Or...

...do I look closely at the employee

who does his job in his own way,

regardless of its impact
on everyone else?

Who would you pick?

Look over these, if it helps.

Damn it!

Well, if you want to do some light
housekeeping, my office needs some.

Look at this.

Jack.

What a teacher!

What a pathologist.

What would Jack do?

About what?

Fairley...

...what are you doing
with your old files?

I'm looking for mistakes.

Remember that... private thing that
we discussed on our camping trip?

The leech on your testicle?

My retirement.

Well, Warrington
just came to see me and...

You were right.
Bramson has got me spooked.

You know, I spent half the afternoon
going over my notes

on the Max Zoric post-mortem and...

And...?

...and I don't know whether...

...I might have got something wrong.

When we were doing it,
we thought he was your son

and I thought I'd be fine with that

but I wasn't.

I was so afraid of messing up
your son's autopsy

that I fear I was blinkered.

I fear I... I might have
missed something.

Look, I'm sure you did
a very good job...

I can't quit while Bramson
is going through this review.

If this turns into a crime,
it could take months

and if he finds
that I did miss something,

then, well, I'm not leaving
with that as my swan song.

I understand.

Look, I'm sure you have
nothing to worry about.

You're an excellent pathologist,
Fairley.

Jack would have been proud.

We were so very upset for you.

I'm glad he wasn't your son.

- Here we go!
- Uh...

- What are we celebrating?
- Us!

Me, finally getting to meet
my long-lost sister!

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

What about telling
your long-lost sister the truth?

About what?

The dead boy
who everyone thought was you,

who had Dad's name in his passport.

Is this really the right time?

Alright.

Wait. Wait!

His name was Max.

I worked for his mother
at a pretty big software company.

Anyway, Max was a bit of a lad.
You know?

He liked the fast cars
and the pretty people

and the marching powder.

And he wanted to leave the country.

I didn't ask why
but he needed a passport.

And you made it, 'cause you don't
care if things are legal or not.

I've developed some... bad habits.

But a ?6,000 medical bill

is a lot for a 14-year-old kid
trying to look after his sick mum.

So, yeah,

I've taught myself some dodgy shit.

But I had nothing to do
with Max's death.

Then how did he die?

I don't know!
That's why I need my phone.

You see, I never trusted Max.

That's why I diverted the security
cameras at the shipyard to my phone,

'cause he stabbed me in the back.

As it turned out, when I got there
and gave him his passport,

he said he didn't have any cash.

So, I went back to the car,
where my phone was,

and it was being towed by the cops!

I went back to tell Max...

...and he was dead.

Then tell the cops!

What, and go to jail for 15 years
for forging passports?

- Hi.
- Hi!

- Are you OK?
- Yeah, yeah. I'm just out.

Uh... are you with your brother?

Am I with James?

No. Why?

Well... just wondering, that's all.

OK. Well, I will let him know
if I see him.

OK.

Love you.

Oh, not that one.
I never liked that one.

Still fussy, then, Jack?

You've got Johnnie Bassett there,
haven't you?

Mm.

Oh, please, help yourself.

I'm fine.

But I don't appreciate the dead
coming back to my boat, Jack.

I don't think you've got a choice
where they turn up anymore.

Good to see you up and about again.

- Mm.
- And you've got both your legs back.

Also got my old teeth.

You're not looking too hot, though.

Hmm.

What a fine Eton mess.

Yeah.

Fairley asked it today.

"What would Jack do?"

How do I love a boy
who seems determined to avoid me?

Is that what this is all about?

Being loved in return?

That's not why we do this.

We love them

because they need loving.

We do the job we do
because it needs doing.

And we believe...

...even though no-one else does.

And that's the only way we get
through this shitty, beautiful life.

* I guess there's no-one to blame *

* Lord, I just can't help... *

I'm not sure I believe
anything James says.

You're his father, Daniel.

You have to believe.

Mr Oberg?

Mr Oberg?

Mr Oberg?

Mr...

Mr Oberg!

Shit!

Charlie! Charlie!

Charlie? Charlie?

Shit.

You've dialled emergency services.

Ambulance! Come on, Charlie!

_

_

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Bread, crackers, cereal, rice.

All carbohydrates.
Kaara was trying to watch her diet?

She was absolutely trying to
watch it, avoiding carbohydrates.

You see, her GP thought she might
have had an eating disorder.

She thought she might have had IBS.

I don't think it was either.

Hey.

Some olive...

...capers...

...pepperoni.

Pizza.

There were pizza boxes
at the party beach.

Yet she was trying
to avoid carbohydrates.

Sure but it was end of year,
she was celebrating,

she was letting her hair down,
she was drinking...

But if she was drinking,

then this undigested food should
have traces of alcohol in it.

But...

It doesn't.

No alcohol.

She wasn't drinking?

No.

- Just like her father said.
- But how?

Her blood alcohol was through the roof.

I think Kaara had auto-brewery syndrome.

Her digestive system would convert
carbohydrates into ethanol.

That would explain why she had such
a reputation for drinking at school.

Any time she ate carbohydrates,

her body would convert them to alcohol.

And at the beach party,
she let her guard down, ate pizza,

and became intoxicated again.

So, got dumped by her boyfriend,

drunk, angry, hurt...

She drove over him and to hide it,
took him to another beach?

What?

You see, by her blood alcohol,
Kaara was so intoxicated,

she could hardly stand up, let alone
lift Mitchell's body into a car.

Well, someone did.

Madison?

It is Madison, isn't it?

May I come in?

Mm-hm.

Is there sand in that vacuum?

From when you moved Mitchell's body?

Wouldn't clean out his blood, though.

I saw your note to Kaara.

You were her friend.

You were the one who encouraged her
to apply for art college.

She was so clever.

No-one else seemed to notice.

He'd broken up with her.

He'd broken her.

Don't touch me anymore!

No! I don't want to hear it!

Just leave me alone!

She was so upset.

He didn't know what to do.
He just sat down behind the car.

He was pretty drunk too.

I wanted to go to her.

But Mitchell was still there.

You said that you thought
he left the beach after the fight

but he hadn't, had he?

Well, I thought he had.

So, I went to console her.

He'd fallen asleep behind the car...

...and she started it.

She accidentally
put it in reverse and...

She didn't even know.

You knew... if she was charged
with manslaughter,

that she would never go to art college.

And I knew that in the morning,

the tractor would be going
across the main beach.

So, you moved his body
to the other beach,

buried him in the sand and left him.

All to save Kaara.

I thought I could.

She was so good.

It's beautiful.
You should put it in your folio.

Yeah, well, even if I get in...

...how can I go?

What do you mean?

Who's gonna look after Dad?

If you've come to give me
another 50 lashes,

can it wait till tomorrow?

- It's been a big day.
- You've been out again.

Most of the day.

Inspector Crowley rang me.

Apparently, a young woman named
Madison Wheeler

presented herself to police,

admitting that she moved the body
of Mitchell Vanderhaust

and the bottles in Kaara's car
were her father's.

Speaking of bottles...

Not quite appropriate.

Probably not.

But well earned.

And now I'm confiscating it.

Like I said,

alcohol-free workplace.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Nice work.

Are you OK?

Warrington stole my whisky.

Oh.

So, I was thinking of going to buy one.

- Are you...?
- Oh!

Yeah, I could do... a wine, maybe.

- Grace.
- Ben.

Daniel.

Are you here to see me?

Benjamin, Benjamin, Benjamin!

Lyle!

Here you are, as long as you need it.

Your uncle's letting me
store some things in his garage,

till I get settled.

Anyway, Grace and I
were just off for a drink.

- So, uh...
- Great! We'll join you.

So much to talk about.

Can I suggest a cheeky little
sake bar I've discovered...

Dr Fairley. Dr Molyneux.
I'm glad I caught you.

There's a meeting now at
the Department of Justice.

I think it'd be good if you both came.

You too, Dr Harrow.

Why exactly am I here?

You were asked for.

Ah, doctors. Just in time.

Please, sit.

We were just going
through the results

of my review post-mortem examination
of Ms Zoric's son, Max.

Ms Zoric, are you OK if we continue?

I... I understand completely
if it's too difficult.

Please.

I think we all want to know
what you've found.

Uh, well, firstly, I'd like to commend
Doctors Fairley and Molyneux

on their initial post-mortem.

They demonstrated a commitment to detail

that admirably reflects
the State's determination

to reach an impartial
understanding of the facts.

And I, uh... I concur with their finding

that the cause of Mr Zoric's death

was a fall of some 6.5 metres,

his head striking the ground,

breaking the spine between
the 3rd and 4th cervical vertebrae.

If I may respectfully ask,

if Dr Bramson concurs with our findings,

then why are we here?

Well...

...you rightly identified damage
to Mr Zoric's right hand,

a fracture of the dorsal
metacarpophalangeal joint,

or knuckle.

Yes, obviously from his impact
with the ground.

Well, that's where we disagree.

As you can see from our
reconstruction of Mr Zoric's fall,

were there any finger injuries,

it would have been
hyperextension fractures,

with the impact marks on the tips.

That knuckle injury couldn't
have been caused by the fall.

Well...

I believe the injury
is what is also known as a...

...boxer's fracture,

and happened not when Mr Zoric
hit the ground

but when he hit someone else.

It's possible, but that could have
happened any time in the evening.

Except the minimal swelling says

it occurred very shortly before death.

Also, the angle of the head wound
on Mr Zoric

suggests that he was
carried over the rail

by as significant forward momentum.

Yeah. What are you saying, Doctor?

I am saying that either Mr Zoric
ran deliberately at the rail

or as the knuckle injury suggests,

he was fighting someone up there
when he fell.

Harrow? Harrow!

What do you think?

About Bramson's theory

that there might have been
someone else on the boat?

It's possible.

Yeah, and it's possible that person

also could have written your name
on the back of Max's passport

and that person left a letter
intended for you.

Look, you said at the shipyard
that the security cameras were off

in the hour when Max Zoric died.

Do you think that phone might have
anything to do with that?

Cybercrime tried to unlock it.
Couldn't.

Dan, have you heard from your son?

No.

I have to go.

I want you to get in touch
with the Fingerprint Bureau.

They found a partial print
on the ship rail here...

...and they also found
a smudged thumbprint here,

on the glove box of the Mercedes.

Mm.

And a solid index print on the
phone they found in the glove box

that matches a print that
they lifted off that letter.

And... and these prints,
definitely not Max Zoric's?

These belong to someone else.

The second autopsy's theory holds water.

Right.

So, someone else was
with Max Zoric when he died.

Yeah. Good work.

Don't want her treading on it.

Right.

Next on Harrow...

I think Harrow's son's alive

and I think he was involved
in Max Zoric's death.

I know you want to protect your son

but he's not the person you think he is.

He'll never give up his boy.

He might, if he has to choose
between James and his daughter.

I would never put her in danger!

You already have!

How did he end up in the pool?

That looks like a chemical burn.

Familiar symptoms.
How did this happen?

On the same night, in the same suburb.

Hardly a coincidence.

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