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[Harrow] Previously, on Harrow...

So you’re gonna move out?

I think you should too.

If you’re here,

at least I’ll know you’re okay.

[Fern] What sort of shit have you got me into?

[James] I shouldn’t have used you.

Her sister’s there. We’ll come back.

‐[Ben] Did you get your‐‐ ‐[Grace] Divorce papers signed?

Good as done.

[Fern] How about telling

your long‐lost sister the truth?

His name was Max.

I worked for his mother

at a pretty big software company.

He needed a passport.

If the cops find out,

I’ll do 15 years for a Federal crime.

[Nichols] Have you heard from your son?

No.

[Nichols] These prints, definitely not Max Zoric’s?

These belong to someone else.

[Nichols] So someone else was with Max Zoric when he died?

[Fairley] You’re second‐guessing my work too.

Bramson is paid to find fault.

I believe the injury is "boxer’s fracture."

He was fighting someone up there when he fell.

[dog barking]

[muffled barking]

[Faye] Winston!

What is it, boy?

Winston!

What have you found?

[ominous music]

[theme music]

Dr Bramson believes Max Zoric

had some sort of physical altercation

with another person moments before he fell to his death.

The injuries to Zoric’s knuckles support his theory.

Well, Dr Fairley determined death by misadventure.

Dr Fairley may have got it wrong.

I want the case reopened, as a homicide investigation.

It’s a bit thin, Bryan.

Well, there’s more.

We found prints on Max Zoric’s car

from an unknown individual

that match the prints on the phone found in the glove box

and on the note found at the shipyard,

written to Daniel Harrow.

I think Harrow’s son’s alive,

I think he’s in town,

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

So what do you want to do?

I want to tap Daniel Harrow’s phone.

[ominous music]

Fern!

Fern, it’s me! Open up!

[line ringing]

[Fern] It’s me. Leave a message.

‐No promises. ‐[beep]

It’s me again.

Look, I need to speak to your brother.

If he’s with you, tell him to give me a call, okay?

‐[van door slams] ‐It’s important.

Hi. I’m looking for a Fern Harrow.

Join the queue.

Any idea when she’ll be back?

No, sorry.

[suspenseful music]

[Grace] You go to meditation?

Mm, I started my first class this morning.

Oh, Ben has signed up as well.

It really is wonderful having him around again, Grace.

Just like the old days.

Perhaps you should sign up as well.

I’m sure Ben would like that.

And why would he like that?

Ooh, just a feeling I get.

What is that dreadful smell?

You know the dermatologist recommends

showering at least once a day.

[laughs] Oh, Harrow.

You do delight me with your effervescent wit.

Did he cop a kendo stick to the head again?

Uncle Lyle’s turning over a new leaf.

A tea leaf. [laughing]

Yoga, meditation

and Zen relaxing tea,

specially imported, are the order of the day.

Dare I ask why?

Well, a man has a few key moments in life, Harrow.

Some he is less proud of than others,

and my reaction to Bramson’s scrutiny of my work was,

well, less than admirable.

Oh, I think you’re being very hard on yourself.

No, on the contrary.

I was uptight, overbearing and completely freaked out.

So, you are looking at the new me.

Stress and anxiety will be a thing of the past

as I seek to touch myself.

Internally.

I can recommend a good proctologist.

No need.

I have everything I need right here.

Ah. Delicious.

[signal alarm]

[Nichols] Myles Finney.

Nineteen‐year‐old resident from Wickham Apartments.

He was found just after dawn

in a swimming pool inside the complex.

By who?

Ah, one of his neighbours.

Paramedics were called, but they couldn’t revive him.

We’re still speaking to the other residents,

but so far, no one saw or heard anything.

Look, he seemed pretty well liked.

Did odd jobs around the building to help pay for his rent

and top up his disability allowance.

He’s been diagnosed with moderate intellectual and physical disabilities.

[Grace] Could he swim?

Yeah, like a fish, apparently.

No idea how he ended up drowned in the pool.

Next of kin?

[Nichols] He was a foster,

so in and out of different homes all his life.

[Harrow] Let’s get him measured and weighed.

[mobile phone ringing]

Was that your husband?

You don’t want to talk to him?

I’m working.

You know, I’m beginning to think he moved back to Brisbane

to try and get back together.

Didn’t you just sign your divorce papers?

Well, we didn’t have a witness, so...

So you didn’t sign them?

No.

Is that because you want to still be married to him?

No!

’Cause he seems like a really nice guy.

He is a really nice guy.

He’s a very good surgeon, and he was a very good husband.

So what was missing?

All prepped and ready to go.

‐Excellent. Shall we? ‐[claps]

Look at this.

A bus pass and some coins, but no I. D. or bank cards.

Who doesn’t carry their bank cards in their wallet?

[soft R&B song playing]

[camera clicks]

A bag of sweets.

[Edwina] They were in the front pocket of his jeans.

As well as these.

Oh! Amethyst, obsidian and rose quartz.

Huh.

I used to have a rock collection when I was a child.

Of course you did. Maybe he did too.

[Edwina] What was his disability?

He had a mental age of 11.

Healthy musculature,

skin pallor consistent on legs, arms and abdomen.

[Grace] There’s some light bruising on his right upper arm.

Looks recent.

Hmm. Could be a pressure contusion,

from a thumb maybe?

Or from a fall?

Perhaps he struck the pool ladder when he fell in.

It could be either of those,

or it might have happened hours before he died.

There’s no way to be sure.

His eyes are bloodshot.

And there’s some swelling on his eyelids.

He was immersed in chlorinated water for several hours.

Pass me the endocam.

[Grace] That looks like a chemical burn.

Yes, certainly not from the pool water.

Let’s open him up for a closer look.

His respiratory tract is badly ulcerated,

and the burns continue into his lungs and bronchial tree.

Well, there’s fluid present as well.

Yeah, but not as much as one would think for a drowning.

What do you mean?

Well, he certainly asphyxiated, but not in water.

I think he inhaled some sort of corrosive gas

moments before he died.

Could pool chemicals have caused the burns?

You know, if they were somehow inhaled before he fell in?

Chlorine or ammonia, perhaps?

Yes. I mean, chlorine gas has been known to form over pools

when chemicals were mixed incorrectly,

and these burns certainly fit that theory.

How can we be sure?

See, when chlorine gas reacts

to the moisture in our eyes, mouth and lungs,

it forms hydrochloric acid.

It’s what happened to the soldiers in World War I

who inhaled chlorine gas in the trenches.

They drowned in acid?

Yes. Ghastly.

Do you have the litmus strip?

Mm, I remember these from chemistry in school.

Then you’ll remember what colour

the strip will change to once dipped in acid.

I didn’t actually listen in those classes.

It’ll turn red.

My chemistry teacher was really hot.

Hmm.

It’s an acid.

He inhaled chlorine gas.

But...

look at the severity of these burns.

The gas he inhaled

must have been extremely concentrated.

How did that happen?

[suspenseful music]

[Nichols] You’re the manager?

[Terry] Yes, but Myles took care of the pool.

Has been for the last six months.

Did he mix the chemicals?

Yep. Cleaned the filters, kept the water topped up,

scooped out the leaves.

And‐‐ And you’d paid him for it?

It was one of his odd jobs around the place.

And he never made a mistake with the chlorine?

Not once.

He might not have been the full quid,

but the boy wasn’t stupid.

Once you showed him how to do something,

he’d never do any differently.

He was a hard little worker.

I’ll miss him.

Anything?

pH levels are fine.

Can we take a look at the shed, Mr Penn?

Well, there’s certainly enough chemicals in here

to produce chlorine gas.

But I don’t see any sign of a spill

or any kind of accident.

Maybe he cleaned up afterwards?

[Harrow] After Myles inhaled the gas,

he would have been in terrible pain.

Coughing, choking, frothing at the mouth.

Cleaning up would have been the last thing on his mind.

Is this the only place he would mix the chemicals?

Yes.

[Harrow] See, I don’t understand.

If Myles had been mixing these chemicals

for the last six months,

why would he suddenly mix them incorrectly?

Like I said, he never made a mistake.

Do you mind if we take a look inside his flat?

There’s some detergent here.

Window cleaner.

But nothing to make chlorine gas.

Quite the collection.

Yeah, he was mad on them, apparently.

Even had his own YouTube channel.

He’d review each rock and some such and, uh...

Only had 12 followers.

Mostly residents from the building.

You know what I don’t understand?

Myles died from exposure to chlorine gas.

How did he end up in the pool?

Well, you said the gas stings the eyes and throat.

So maybe he was trying to wash his face with the water,

he fell in.

But we know that Myles didn’t drown in the pool.

He died before he went in.

What are you saying, someone put him there?

We did find a fresh bruise on his arm.

‐[tap on door] ‐Excuse me, Senior?

Yep?

One of the residents would like to have a word.

Thanks, Chris.

Myles came to me a few days ago.

Asked how I could get his cards back.

Bank cards?

From whom?

Terry.

The manager.

He had Myles give him all his bank cards when he moved in.

PIN numbers too.

Said he’d take the rent out

and make sure that he got paid

for all the odd jobs.

So Mr Penn had access to his accounts?

And Terry took more than just the rent.

He kept his disability allowance.

I told Myles to go to the police,

but he went to Terry first.

Said if he didn’t give him his cards back,

he’d call the cops.

You can imagine how that went over.

Blew up into a huge argument.

And, uh, when was this?

Yesterday afternoon.

Out by the pool.

[ominous music]

[knock on door]

Mr Penn? Detective Nichols.

We’d like another word.

Can you open the door please?

‐Open the door! ‐Hey!

Don’t just stand there, get after him!

[siren]

Well, I reckon we found our man.

Just have to catch him now.

[suspenseful music]

Can I help you?

Do you like the view?

Nice aspect of the street.

You’ll be able to see the hordes of disgruntled investors

as they wheel the guillotine this way.

I just think it’s a nice view.

Sometimes things are simply as they appear to be.

Unlike your son.

What do you want from me?

You’re here because I lost my only child.

And I think you might know something about it.

We both know James was in the shipyard when my son died.

I don’t know what you’re talking about.

I know you want to protect your son.

But he’s not the person you think he is.

Did James tell you

he stole 22 million dollars from my company?

Do you know how I paid for all of this?

Fraud?

Understanding.

I understand that everybody wants something.

From the poorest fool to the richest one.

When you know what a person wants,

and you dangle that for a price,

they’ll pay it.

They’ll pay for the hope.

I’d hoped

that if Max worked for me,

I’d be able to reign in his extravagant behaviour.

Instead, he’s dead.

I failed to understand my own son.

So we have that much in common.

But I’ve looked into you.

I think I understand you.

You’re like me.

A single parent,

wanting to reconnect with a lost boy.

If you understand me that well,

you know that I would never put my child in danger.

I don’t want to hurt your son.

It’s not going to bring mine back.

But I need to understand.

I need to know what happened.

I need to know why.

And the money you claim he stole from you?

I just want the truth.

And then we can both move on.

[unsettling music]

[Fern] It’s me. Leave a message.

‐No promises. ‐Shit!

Listen, I really need to speak to your brother.

If you see him, get him to call me.

He’ll never give up his boy.

He might.

If he has to choose between James and his daughter.

["Oh Man" by Emma Bosworth and Alex Henriksson playing]

[mobile phone rings]

Who’s that?

Your dad.

Again.

[mobile phone ringing]

Must be pretty urgent.

‐No, you can’t talk to him. ‐Why?

’Cause he’ll find out where we are,

and if he comes here, he might be followed.

By the guys that are after your brother?

Fish, what sort of trouble is he really in?

’Cause I don’t want you in danger

for something that he’s done.

We won’t be in danger if no one knows we’re here.

That’s why we can’t tell anyone about this place.

Even Dad.

And you’re sure about... all of this?

I mean, I know he’s your brother,

but we hardly know the guy.

You don’t have to trust him.

Just have to trust me.

[James] So.

This is why it’s taking so long to unpack.

That and the fact that our new roomie is a total slacker.

Well, this should make up for that.

Are you kidding me?

That stuff’s like 200 bucks a bottle.

I just want to do something nice to say thanks.

Come on, you want to do the honours?

‐Shit. ‐What?

I applied for a credit card,

but I forgot to give them our new address.

It’s been dropped off at your mum’s house.

Shit, I’m gonna have to go pick it up.

Thought it wasn’t safe.

Someone might be watching the house?

‐I’ll go. ‐Fish.

They’re not looking for me, they’re looking for him.

Thank you.

But you’re gonna have a drink first.

Don’t have to ask twice.

Cal?

Can you get some glasses with me?

♪ I can smell the bread baking ♪

♪ And it’s gonna taste real nice ♪

♪ Nanna’s peeling the pea pods back ♪

♪ And she keeps the talk alive ♪

♪ We’re alright ♪

[ominous music]

[suspenseful music]

You took your time.

[alarm chirps]

Your text said nine o’clock.

So? What did you want to talk to me about?

I wanted to ask you about...

‐something‐‐ ‐Fern.

What’s wrong?

I’ve been thinking a lot

about what Dad said to you on The Bettie,

about me having a half‐brother.

Wanted to hear it from someone I trust.

Is it true?

Did your father tell you that?

Yep.

[Nichols] What’d he say to you?

[Fern] He said they found a body in a shipyard...

‐[suspenseful music] ‐[conversation fades]

[Fern] Do you still think that my half‐brother

might be out there somewhere, looking for my Dad?

Look, Fern, I know the past couple of years haven’t been easy for you,

and then to suddenly find out you got a long‐lost half‐brother.

But if he is in Brisbane and he contacts you,

please call me.

Why are you so interested in him?

What’s he done?

Just tell me.

Take care, Fern.

[chirps]

[engine starts]

I didn’t think you’d still be up.

Why did you use my phone to text Bryan Nichols?

What do you mean?

You knew I was going to Mum’s.

When I got there, Nichols was there waiting for me.

I’m not stupid.

What’s going on?

I needed to make sure that Nichols wasn’t at his office.

Why?

So I could go to Police Headquarters

and try and get my phone back.

How’d that work out for ya?

It didn’t.

I had to do something.

Going to Police Headquarters?

Are you serious?

Well, I needed to get my phone back!

You used me again!

After you promised you wouldn’t.

I want to help you,

but I can’t if you keep lying to me.

Everything okay?

Fine.

[exhales]

I’m worried about you.

And him.

Don’t.

Fish.

He doesn’t have anyone, Cal.

I was lucky. I had you.

You’re cutting him way too much slack.

[spoon clinking in tea kettle]

I thought I recognised the smell.

Invigorating, isn’t it?

Not the adjective I would use.

What’s this?

Ah, I’m spreading the word.

That you’ve finally lost it?

[Fairley] That life can be transformed

with a daily dose of yoga meditation

and Zen relaxing tea.

Sounds addictive.

Highly.

So, what about it, Harrow?

You ready to get on all fours and loosen up with Lyle?

‐[mobile phone ringing] ‐As inviting as that sounds,

I, ah, really should be getting this.

Well, I will take that as a tentative yes!

Nichols?

[suspenseful music]

[siren approaching]

Morning.

Morning. I spoke to Fern last night.

She had some questions about her brother.

Haven’t we all.

Any new leads?

I’m digging.

So, uh, what’s going on here?

[camera clicking]

[Nichols] Leonard Thompson. School teacher.

Dead for approximately 24 to 36 hours.

‐History teacher? ‐Mm.

[Nichols] Recently suspended from the local high school

after a physical altercation with a male student.

Boy claimed Thompson rough‐handled him during class.

Did he?

Oh, it’s still under investigation.

But there is this.

Resignation letter.

He was going to quit.

So it seems.

This way.

Familiar symptoms.

Yes.

How did this happen?

An artillery shell?

World War I gas shell.

How did he get it?

Illegally. Online.

Bomb Squad found other items as well.

Grenades, mines, other shells.

I mean, most of them had their detonators removed,

but there’s a couple there that are still pretty bloody dodgy.

‐Including this one. ‐Mm.

You see the green cross means a pulmonary agent.

Diphosgene?

Chlorine.

Bomb Squad think Thompson was handling the shell.

He drops it. The brittle casing cracks open,

releasing some residual liquid that was still inside.

Which on contact with air turned to chlorine gas.

So this is the lung tissue we took from Myles Finney,

and this is the lung tissue

from Leonard Thompson.

[Grace] Oh, the damage is almost identical.

They both inhaled chlorine gas.

On the same night, in the same suburb.

Hardly a coincidence.

Did they live near each other?

About half a kilometre away.

But Myles was nowhere near Thompson’s house when he died.

Hmm, doesn’t mean they didn’t cross paths.

You said Thompson was a teacher.

Perhaps he knew Myles from school?

No. No.

Myles never attended our school, sorry.

Is there any other way that Mr Thompson could have known him?

Sports coaching, private tutoring?

Not that I’m aware of.

But he would have told me if he had.

How long have you known each other?

Thirty years.

You don’t think that he did this to himself, do you?

What makes you say that?

He was drinking more.

And after the suspension‐‐ it never affected his work.

Um, but after the suspension,

I know his drinking was getting worse.

Tell me about the student who made the complaint.

That boy has always been difficult.

He was expelled from his previous school for violent behaviour.

But his mother,

in her eyes, the boy could do no wrong.

She seemed determined to have Leonard sacked.

Do you have the boy’s name? His address?

The police have it.

I don’t.

[suspenseful music]

Oh, hello. Does Alex Bryant live here?

Uh, Mum?

Cooper, go to your room.

Are you a cop?

Because we’ve already given statements.

I’m not the police.

I’m with the Coroner’s office.

[door closes]

[car engines in video game]

Who are you?

I’m Daniel Harrow, a pathologist.

Is it true? Did, um...

Did Thompson kill himself?

We haven’t figured that out yet.

Wouldn’t surprise me if he did.

Guilt does funny things to a person.

I’m not here about Mr Thompson.

Then what do you want?

Alex, were you friends with Myles Finney?

I don’t hang out with mentals.

But you did know him?

He lived in this complex too.

Mm, everyone around here knew him.

Why, you think I had something to do with his death?

Did you?

[car crashes]

Like I told the cops, I was at kick boxing till late,

and then I spent the night at my girlfriend’s.

I was nowhere near this place.

Try again, Doc.

Think it’s time you left.

This one is obsidian.

It’s real‐life lava, from a real‐life volcano.

It’s really cool, but not when it’s lava,

because lava’s really hot, get it?

This one is rose quartz.

It’s my favourite, because if you rub it,

they reckon you can see your future.

Looks pretty rosy.

Rosy, get it?

Because it’s rose quartz.

I’m proud of you, Harrow.

All of life’s miseries derive from one’s inability

to sit quietly in a room, alone.

Yet here you are.

Yes. Yes, here I am.

Where are you?

Where I need to be. Right here.

What is that?

It’s my special tea.

You’re eating it now.

Mm.

Mm, it does nothing for your breath.

But it does open the mind.

Here, try some.

Just like little forest lollies.

Lollies?

[suspenseful music]

Those were his favourites.

If I didn’t have the right ones in each bag,

he’d get into a sulk. [laughs]

But he was a sweet kid, really.

Such a shame.

When was he last here?

Two days ago?

Bought a bag of lollies and left.

Is that working?

Tight squeeze.

I noticed.

[Brenda] Ooh, there. That’s Myles.

[keyboard clicking]

[Brenda] That’s it.

No, no, no, wait, wait.

Who’s that?

Oh, that’s his friend, Cooper Bryant.

[knocking]

Mrs Bryant?

Cooper?

Myles was your friend, wasn’t he?

You were with him the night he died.

You went to the teacher’s house, together.

Was it to get back at him, for what he’d done to Alex?

Or were you just trying to impress your older brother?

Were you going to hurt Mr Thompson?

No, I just wanted to trash his house.

So you broke in.

[suspenseful music]

You convinced Myles to go with you.

But you got distracted by his weapons collection.

Was it Myles that picked up the gas shell?

[Myles] Cooper, come and have a look at this.

[Harrow] And that’s when Thompson caught you.

You didn’t know that he was there.

[crying] Myles freaked out.

Dropped the bomb.

And it cracked open.

What are you doing?!

Put that back!

Put that back!

Myles, what did he do?

He picked it up.

[Cooper] Come on!

Myles, come on!

[shell clanks]

[hissing]

Did Thompson try to help him?

[sniffles]

He tried to save his life.

[coughing]

[Cooper] Myles!

Myles!

[coughing]

So you ran home as fast as you could,

to the pool.

[Myles gasping]

Myles couldn’t see or breathe.

He was so scared.

Come on, come on. Come on, Myles.

You’re alright.

Come on, this’ll cool you down.

[sniffles]

He stopped breathing.

I didn’t know what to do.

Come on. Come on, man.

[sombre music]

Myles. Come on.

Myles.

So you pushed him into the pool.

I’m sorry.

I’m so sorry.

Myles didn’t even want to go to Thompson’s house.

I made him.

What do I do?

You have to tell the police.

I’ve thought about this. I don’t want to go to jail.

[ominous music]

Oh, Cooper, this isn’t your fault.

Yes, it is.

They’re both dead because of me.

What happened was a terrible accident.

Just give me the grenade.

Myles wouldn’t want this to happen.

And I don’t think you do either.

Cooper, please.

Please give me the grenade.

Please.

Be careful.

Now get behind the tree.

The detonator must have been removed.

[vehicle alarms]

We found Terry Penn holed up in a caravan park in Nambour.

He’s looking at two counts of embezzlement

and one of resisting arrest.

And Cooper?

Well, he’s likely to be charged with B&E

and interfering with a corpse.

But we’re hoping the Children’s Court will go easy on him.

Thanks, Bryan.

[sombre music]

You combed his hair.

You do know he’s being cremated by the state.

Doesn’t mean we shouldn’t care.

Grace.

You’re a hard one to catch.

I’ve been trying to call you all day.

Sorry, I’ve been, um, flat out.

Ben, there’s something I’ve been meaning

to ask you about your move to Brisbane.

Can it wait?

We really need to get these papers signed.

Now? But‐‐

Okay, don’t we need a solicitor to witness?

I brought one along.

Oh. Wow, okay.

‐Hi, Grace. I’m Sage. ‐Hi.

You were lucky to find a solicitor this late in the day.

Sage isn’t just a solicitor.

She’s my fiancé.

[sombre music]

[sighs]

A gift?

You really shouldn’t have.

Really.

Nonsense. Six cups a day will change your life.

[Harrow] And your wardrobe.

[Fairley laughs] Yes!

You can make your jokes, Harrow,

but there is no denying its effect on the mind.

You will feel lighter and more serene,

like you’re floating on clouds.

And I think I know why.

Psilocybe cubensis.

You do know what that is.

Yes, it’s a rare mushroom.

only found in the colder climates.

It’s also a very potent psychedelic,

not dissimilar to LSD.

Hmm?

Oh, my God.

I’ve been eating magic mushrooms?

And importing Class A drugs into the country.

Oh. Uh!

Oh, mmm...

But I’ve given a box to everyone in the office.

Edwina and Grace,

Trish from accounts and...

I...

Oh, my God.

[laughing]

Oh!

[suspenseful music]

Callan.

Harrow, what the hell!

Are you following me?

I’m sorry, but I really need to speak to James.

Is he here?

I’ll leave you to it.

Nice place.

Rent must be a killer.

[James] What do you want, Dad?

You made it pretty clear last time

you weren’t interested in helping me.

I made it clear that I couldn’t

break into a police evidence bay for you.

I told you what I need will prove that I‐‐

But you lied about why!

I spoke to Mila Zoric.

Jesus.

Jesus! What if she’s had you followed?

‐Because she’s after you? ‐Yes!

‐Because of her son? ‐Yes!

Not because of the 22 million you stole from her?

So you did know Max.

You lied to me, James.

You know, all those years,

I hoped my father,

the mystery man I put a thousand faces to,

I hoped he’d be smart.

She’s playing you.

So you didn’t steal the money?

I didn’t steal a cent.

She seemed very convincing.

Because she’s a criminal, Dad.

Just like her son.

It wasn’t me who stole her money.

It was Max.

Max?

Why do you think he needed that false passport?

He took his mother’s money,

he was going to skip the country,

and then he fell.

And now she’s blaming me for everything!

And it looks like you are too.

Mila requested a second autopsy on her son’s body.

The pathologist found evidence

that Max may have been in a fight

moments before he fell to his death.

When I found him, he was already dead.

And the footage on your phone will prove this.

Which is why I need to get it back.

And how are you gonna get it?

Is Fern part of this plan?

I would never put her in danger!

You already have!

[mobile phone chimes]

No, I’ve already told her everything.

And unlike you, she still wants to help me.

She cares.

Let yourself out.

[suspenseful music]

[keyboard clicking]

Rightio.

Lovely.

[clears throat]

Oh, for f‐‐

[Brookes] Bryan?

Have you got a moment?

Come on in.

What’s up?

A call was intercepted from Daniel Harrow’s phone yesterday afternoon.

[Fern] Hey, leave a message.

No promises.

[beep]

[Harrow] Listen, I really need to speak to your brother.

If you see him, get him to call me.

[ominous music]

[Harrow] Next on Harrow ...

You don’t give a shit about Fern.

You’re just using her.

‐I’m not my father. ‐No, you’re not.

[Nichols] Crims always think they’re smarter than everyone else,

but in the end they all get caught.

It’s just a matter of time.

Did he tell you that he stole money

from that dead boy’s mother?

What would you like?

Something with 22 million answers in it.

[Edwina] A raspberry?

[Harrow] Husband said she wasn’t allergic.

We need to trace Gabriela’s movements.

[groaning]

[theme music]