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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]