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Previously, on Harrow...

Didn't you just
sign your divorce papers?

He is a really nice guy.
So what was missing?

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

Sage is my fiancee.

Tanya. We really worked.

Where's your mother?
She's dead.

Did James tell you he stole
$22 million from my company?

He'll never give up his boy.
He might.

If he has to choose between James
and his daughter.

She's playing you.
It wasn't me who stole her money.

It was Max.

I think Harrow's son was involved
in Max Zoric's death.

I want to tap Daniel Harrow's phone.

You knew I was going to Mum's.
Nichols was there waiting for me.

Well, I needed
to get my phone back...

You used me again!

Can I just see that it's here?
Sorry. It's been shipped out.

A Senior Sergeant Bryan Nichols.

Oh, the piece of...

Tech support.
Oh, thank Christ. Come in.

So, uh...what seems
to be the problem?

This. Been doing it for the past
couple of days now.

Um...look, this is gonna
take me some time.

Yep. Take as long as you need.

I'll be gone most of the day.

Sarge, you wanted me?

Oh. Yeah, um, just need you to take
something back to the evidence room.

Cybercrime have another go
at the shipyard fight?

Yeah. No good.

Hopeless.

Really? There must be some serious
encryption going on in there.

Buggered if I know. Can't even
send emails at the moment.

Yeah, we might have another lead
on Harrow's son.

Immigration?
Yeah.

Apparently, a James Reed entered
the country on a study visa.

Is your email back?

Can I get into my email?

Yeah, sure.
Yeah, great.

We're waiting on an email from them,

so hopefully they'll have
a passport photo.

Yeah. Well, that'd be helpful.

Anything there from Immigration?

Uh...don't think so.

Bloody hell.
I'm sorry.

I, um...I think I'm gonna
have to come back to you

with the new logic board.

Yeah. Oh... Alright. Yep.

Thanks for your time.

Anything further from the phone tap?

No, it's gone quiet.

Bryan?
Mm?

Are you sure you're OK
to do this job?

You've been mates with Harrow
a long time.

Well, that's why I gave him
every chance.

Stalking your ex?

No.

It's just...that's his fiancee.

I didn't know.

Neither did I.

And you're looking at them, why?

Harrow. You speak Spanish, right?

I know it's hard
but you just have to try...

His name is Carl Echeverria,
from Venezuela.

His wife had a heart attack
at the wheel

and he won't leave
until he sees her.

Heart attack? Was his wife his age?

Mm.
Who's doing the PM?

Fairley, last thing today.

Well, she can't leave him here
all day.

I just want to see her.
You can't. I'm sorry.

Not yet.

Uh, soy Dr Daniel Harrow.

Gracias.

How did my wife die?

Well, that's what we're
here to find out.

Later today.

First they say it was
a car accident,

now a heart attack?

How could she have a heart attack?
She was 28!

Well, was there any history
of heart problems in her family?

No. No, both her parents are alive.
Her grandparents are alive.

Her great-grandmother still posts
photos of her tomatoes on Instagram!

Let me do the PM.

You've got four other jobs
on your list.

Hi.

This is not a great time.

Mr Echeverria...

Well, I can't! I'm still at work...

..I am going to do everything I can

to find out exactly what happened
to your wife

but...it is going to take some hours.

Thank you.

We've been together
since we were at school.

I cannot leave her now.

What was your wife's name?

Gabriella.

OK. CT's up.

No sign of stroke or aneurysm.

She has injuries
to her mouth and nose

but they could be from the collision.

Do we have any photos
from the vehicle?

Uh, there's no damage
to the vehicle.

Police at the scene think it was
barely moving when it hit the bins.

This blood is an odd colour.

Can you take a sample?
Sure thing.

More cuts and bruising
to the inside of her lips.

Her tongue and throat are swollen
and...

What's this?

Eww! What is that?

Some sort of...

..fruit.

Pass me the endocam.

Her larynx is swollen,
almost completely closed.

Well, she'd barely get any air into
her lungs through that opening.

There's so much mucus!

A raspberry?

More than one.

Not even chewed - swallowed whole,

which means that's not just blood -
that's raspberry juice.

So she choked on them.

If she had, there'd be no mucus,

and the raspberries aren't
large enough to block the airway.

It looks more like...

Anaphylaxis?

Yes.

Looks like she was
allergic to raspberries.

But...Gabriella loved raspberries.

She would eat them all the time
if we could afford them.

Had she ever
had a reaction before?

Even a mild one?

So, uh...

..where would she get them from?

This is where she worked?
As a maid, yes.

And do you think she got
the raspberries here?

Maybe.

Thanks, mate.
Thank you.

But won't tox tell us

if there's something wrong
with the raspberries?

Yes but not fast enough to stop it
happening to someone else.

Ooh, I feel like
I'm on my honeymoon.

I never had one.

Huh?

Well, we went to Fiji but there was
a storm and we got rained in,

then the chef died
in unusual circumstances.

You did an autopsy
on your honeymoon?

Tell me again
why you're single?

Good afternoon. May we speak
with your duty manager?

Yes. He's right here.

How can I help?

We're with the Coroner.

We'd like to ask you a few questions
about Gabriella Echeverria.

Not here. Please.

Kitchen is this way.

I don't even know why she left
when she did.

She didn't clock off,
didn't fill out her timesheet.

Should you two still be here?

I've spoken to both of you
about this in the past.

I expect all employees to strictly
adhere to rosters and break times.

Back to work.
Hard worker?

Very. She took as many shifts
as I could give her.

Ah, Fiona!

You're friends with Gabriella.
Uh, yes.

Is very sad.
Did you see her last night?

Uh, we had different shifts.

I need to talk to you
before you leave today.

You know why.
Y-yes, Mr Moore.

Come and see me when you've
finished your shift, please.

OK. Off you go.

They're $80 a kilo,
flown in from Tasmania.

80?

They think there might be
something wrong with them.

There can't be.
They're the best available.

Ha...

They're too expensive
to use in desserts.

Only in the fruit platters.

Fruit platters?
Welcome packs.

Emilio. They only go to our
VIP guests on level 15.

Organic, hand-picked.

How many did you do yesterday?
Uh, only one.

Room 1503.
Amanda!

Sorry.

As you can see, there's nothing
wrong with our raspberries.

And Gabriella didn't
have access to them anyway.

Room staff aren't allowed
in the kitchen.

Then she must have come into contact
up on level 15.

She couldn't have.
She only worked the non-VIP levels.

Maybe she went up there
to visit another maid.

The VIP floor has top security.
Even the maids need card access.

Look, we need to trace
Gabriella's movements.

Somehow, she must have been
in room 1503.

I noticed your security room -

perhaps if we could
look at the footage...

Absolutely not.
But...

Have you any idea where you are?

Our guests pay a premium
for privacy.

There's no way
I'm gonna violate that,

not without a warrant.

Now, please.

Can you tell me what happens
to the leftover fruit platters?

Aha!

A receipt from room 1509,

champagne and abalone.

You have lemon peel in your hair.

That must be from
this Moroccan tagine,

ordered by room 1506.

Any raspberries?

No.

See, and that doesn't make sense.

This all came from the VIP floor
yesterday.

So, where's the fruit platter?

So, there was only one fruit platter.

It should be here but it isn't.

Gabriella couldn't have
taken it home,

otherwise it would be in her car.

She had a reaction like anaphylaxis
to the raspberries

but her husband said
she wasn't allergic.

I think we need to go
to the 15th floor.

Oh, why?

Because that's where
the raspberries were!

Daniel, it doesn't matter!

The chef ate one.
They're not poisonous.

No-one else is in danger, OK?

Gabriella just had
an unfortunate reaction.

It's been fun, but we need
to get back to work.

Ooh.
Car's this way.

Um...you smell like day-old abalone,

so I'm gonna get a taxi.

Oh! OK, OK, OK, OK. Let me get my ID.

Oh! Or help yourself.

Listen, what I would
like to happen is...

What are you doing here?

Looking for raspberries.

You're with the Coroner, yes?

Is this about the dead maid?

Gabriella Echeverria, yes.

Did you meet her?
How did she die?

How about we start with...
who are you guys?

Call the police and tell them
we have an intruder in our suite.

Anaphylaxis.

Or that's how it looks.

From?
Raspberries.

From a fruit platter
delivered to this room.

OK.

Wait. I told you what I know.

Now, who are you?

Did you see the fruit platter
or what happened to it?

It's my phone, it's my phone!
I'm gonna show a photo.

The maid?

Yes. I need to know.
Was she in this room?

Please don't come
into my suite again.

Hmm, now who's Insta-stalking?

Ha, ha.

The woman who miraculously
didn't have you charged

for breaking into her room?

Yelena Grishenko.

That actually sounds familiar.

She's a Russian journalist
and an environmental activist.

Oh, yeah. Anti-pollution.

Grew up in some horrible
Russian coal town.

Yes, which gave her
childhood emphysema,

along with 30% of the rest
of her town.

So, what's she doing here?

Public talk but no-one knows where.

Even the ticket-holders don't
know the exact location

until an hour before she speaks.

Apparently she's had
a lot of death threats.

Ooh, I have a nasty feeling
you're brewing some theory

that connects Russians
with raspberries.

Well, it makes sense.

She's had attempts on her life

but no-one can prove who.

The fossil fuel industries
want to shut her up.

So does her own government.

Those raspberries
must have been poisoned

with something intended for Yelena.

Only they weren't.

Lab report just in.

No drugs, no alcohol, no poison.

Not in Gabriella and not in
the raspberries in her throat.

There has to be.
Look.

IgE serum markers and mast cell
tryptase has elevated levels.

Classic markers for anaphylaxis.

I know poison and raspberries
and mystery Russians

are much more exciting

but it appears the poor husband
simply lost his wife to bad fortune.

Mr Echeverria?

So, it was allergy?

But it does happen,

even in people
who previously were fine.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

That's a hippocampus, right?

Who are you?
Louie.

You've got lots of
dead things in here.

Yes, as well as books and artefacts.

I wanted to have Pythagoras stuffed
when he died.

Mum wouldn't let me.
Who's Pythagoras?

My guinea pig.

You named your guinea pig Pythagoras?

Mum named it Pythagoras
but it was a good idea.

The real Pythagoras
wasn't just a mathematician.

He had a lot of
useful life advice too.

Like, "Don't share your roof
with swallows."

And don't eat beans.
Ah, beans have their place.

They give me a tummy-ache.
Mm.

Raspberries are worse.

Anyway, Mum doesn't like
dead things hanging around.

So...where is your mother?

Louie!
Oh. Here.

Louie.
Hi, Mum.

Warrington!

Harrow. What on earth are you doing
letting my son in here?

What? I didn't even
know you had a son!

You still have five PMs to complete
before you leave here tonight!

I thought it was four.

Well, that's what happens
when you leave the building.

People continue to...
..die.

And autopsies continue
to be required.

Can I see an autopsy?

Absolutely not!
Of course you can, Louie.

Let's go.

James isn't at home, Dad.

Oh.

Do you know where he is?
No.

Don't want to get in the middle
of you two.

And I don't want you
to end up in serious trouble.

Then help him.

That's all he's asking you.

I've tried.

How much?

Your brother doesn't want the sort of
help that I want to give.

Instead he lies,
he breaks into places.

Makes fake passports.

You did a lot for me.

I know what it's like to need help.

I want to help him.

And what if that puts you
both in jail?

Fern, he's a person of interest
in a murder investigation.

He's not an angel, Dad,
but he's not a bad person.

James just needs someone
who believes in him.

Someone who's not
afraid to help him.

If you can't do that, I think
you should just leave him alone.

Did he tell you that he stole money
from that dead boy's mother?

$22 million.

Fern, I want to help him

but he's got to start by
telling both of us the same story.

Alright. I'll see you, Dad.

Oh, Harrow, goodness - you look...

Pfft! Never mind.

Oh, you finally finished!
Well, that's good.

I'll look over them later.
What's the bee in your bonnet?

I've got a garrotting.

What, GARROTTING-garrotting?

Mm, I know. Unusual.

Harrow.
Nichols.

Well, cause of death shouldn't
be too difficult to confirm.

Piano wire?
That's what it looks like.

Nothing in his pockets. No ID.

We fingerprinted him. No record.

I mean, we might get something
from that.

I've got no idea what it is.

That looks like a Spetsnaz tattoo.

Spets-whats?

Russian special forces.

Now you speak Russian?

I only know two things.

"Skol 'ko stoit pivo?"

and, "U menya gemorroy."

Which mean...?

"How much is that beer?"

And, "I have haemorrhoids."

Regardless, I know THAT is Russian.

Anything else unusual?

Only his hand. Have a look.

SOCOs couldn't be sure but they
thought it might have been a...

A bite.

The bruising on his neck matches the
internal bruising around the larynx.

Harrow, what are you doing here?

Uncle Lyle.
Hmm?

Have you seen this?
Mucus.

Which is not consistent
with strangulation.

That's two cases in two.

I agree it's unusual.

Daniel, I think
we have an issue here.

What? Why are you talking to him?
He's not even supposed to be here!

I do too.

The only issue we have

is the amount of pathologists
I have to wade through

to conduct my autopsy.

What is that?
Gabriella's teeth.

The maid? What on earth has she...?

I think they'll match that bite mark.

Oh, goodness. Bite matching
has been rigorously discredited.

Unless you have a very particular
pattern, which that is not.

What if Gabriella didn't
eat the raspberries?

Remember they weren't chewed.

What, they were forced
into her mouth?

And she bit the man who did it!

See? That's why we couldn't
find the fruit platter!

This guy took it!
Excuse me?

So, Russian secret service
are trying to kill Yelena?

And somehow, Gabriella
got between them.

Hello!
So, who killed this man and why?

I don't know but I think
Yelena is in serious danger.

This isn't even your autopsy!
No. You're right.

It's yours.

Sorry, Uncle Lyle.

I have to save the planet.

Edwina, I need you to run
another series of tox screenings.

On Gabriella?
And the man who was garrotted.

What are you looking for?
Some sort of toxin.

And look for plasma cholinesterase
activity.

I'm expecting to find it reduced.

I thought tox was clear for poison.

Yes, it was.

I think they were killed
with some sort of nerve agent.

Can we fast-track that, please?

Hmm.

We need to talk with Yelena
Grishenko, urgently.

There's no guest here by that name.

Look, I know she's here.

Not in room 1503 -

that's just the room she hires
to ward off would-be assassins.

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

It's here. Her talk -
this is where she's giving it.

We need to get in.

Do you have a ticket?
No.

Well, then...
Look.

I can talk to her

or I can call the Feds and get
this entire hotel shut down.

Do you have proof?

It's coming.

Do you have a face?
Not yet.

These people, they, um,
poisoned the raspberries?

Not poison. Nerve agent.

Then I won't eat any raspberries.

Ms Grishenko, please.
You can't go on stage.

Show me a face.

I think you should leave.
Now.

That maid you were telling off
yesterday.

She snuck off early, didn't she?

To go to the doctor's.

I need to talk to you
before you leave.

She had bloods taken.

I wouldn't have a clue.

And she got Gabriella
to cover for her on the VIP floor.

We need to see
who came into this room.

Why? As you said, Ms Grishenko
wasn't actually staying here.

I know. But her attackers
may not have figured that out.

That's her.

Can you, uh, fast-forward
to room 1503?

OK. Play from there.

Why did she come out so fast?

There. Stop it there.

They're not staff.
They're wearing gloves.

Can you, uh, zoom in?

That's the man who was garrotted.

And the other guy?

Still out there.

Russian agents?
I know it sounds crazy.

That's why I need you
to tell the Feds.

They'll think I'm a crackpot.

No! Really?

Grace is sending you
a photo of the suspect now.

The Feds might know this guy.

OK. Where are you two now?

In the lobby of the hotel.
The guy's gotta be here somewhere.

OK, Harrow. Stay away from the guy
and wait for back-up.

He's not gonna give up
until he gets Yelena.

There he is. Bryan, he's here.
We need police, now!

Harrow! Jesus.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Sorry.

Sorry. Sorry.

Where did he go?
There.

Right. Tell Yelena.
Tell her security.

Don't let her go on stage.
Where are you going?

After him!

Sorry.

Hey! Stop!

Hold it!

U menya gemorroy!

She saw you, didn't she?

The maid.

Poisoning the fruit platter.

I come back.

But you couldn't have a witness.

Raspberries.

Which you tainted with
some kind of nerve agent.

The problem was,

Gabriella bit your friend.

Aargh!

So he got affected too.

So what happened?

He wanted to go to hospital.

But you couldn't let that happen.

So...he had to die some other way.

Hey, mate, are you right?

You've failed!

No, I haven't.

What have you done?

You can't go out there.

OK? This is him. You wanted a face.
This is it.

Good.

We will look after him.

Thank you.
He's already killed twice.

OK? You're going to die.

I am.

But not today.

You've gotta stop her
from going on stage!

I can't.

He's done something!
I don't know what!

These are troubled times
we live in

and it takes a brave voice
to cut through the turmoil

and create...

The Russian! He's planted something!
He's poisoned something!

She is safe.
We've checked everything.

He was too confident!
He knows she's going to die!

She's here today
to speak with us in person

for a cleaner, greener Planet Earth.

Over the last year,

Yelena has faced harsh criticism
from all over the world.

It's the puffer!

..Yelena Grishenko.

Doctor!
Fiona!

It was my fault.

She died instead of me.

It was terribly bad luck.

And terribly bad people.

Thank you, Dennis.

As usual, your lodgings
lived up to their reputation.

"Russian activist saved
by Federal Police."

No mention of us, I see.

I'm afraid, being the superhero
that you are,

you'll have to be content
with working in anonymity.

And to think, I saved her life.

I think I reached her first.

Uh, no - you were a distant second.

I think it was a lot closer
than that.

Well, if it makes you feel better,
we'll call it a photo finish.

But you were second.

Hey - I was out here first.

How did you bail us out?
I didn't.

I called Uncle Lyle, but...

You bailed us out?

Well, Sage did the paperwork.
It was all very straightforward.

They won't proceed with charges.

Lyle was busy.
A Yakimono porcelain class, so...

Well, thank you.

Right. Well, uh, this was
instructive, but we've gotta run.

That's the new fiancee?
Yep.

Again, you care, why?

You know what?

I don't.

I feel like ice-cream.
At 7:00 in the morning?

Yeah, it's the best time.

I was thinking chocolate
and hazelnut and rum and raisin.

I'm thinking...

..we need to get back to QIFM.

Of course.

Uh, Deputy Coroner?
Bryan.

G'day, mate.
Thank you for meeting me.

No worries.
This won't take long.

OK.

I had lunch with Merilee Cotter
from Prosecutions.

Mm-hm.

She was asking me

how the investigation into
the death of Max Zoric was going.

I said I didn't know any more,

except that Samuel Bramson
finished his second autopsy

and...suggested foul play.

Merilee could have called me.

She knows you're close to the case.

What - because Harrow's son
might be involved?

Does she want me
removed from the case?

I don't think so. Nor would I.

But she is getting pressure.

What kind?
Mila Zoric is no fool, Bryan.

She's made a lot of money.
She's got a lot of friends.

Merilee says her office
is getting three calls a day

from the Zoric legal team,
asking for things.

What things?

Like the release
of Max Zoric's remains.

And the vehicle found at the shipyard
and the items in it.

Right.

Well, uh, if both Dr Fairley and
Dr Bramson have conducted their PMs,

I don't see any reason to keep
a mother from burying her son.

I agree.

As for the things
we found in the car,

I can't release them.

The phone.

You think it's material evidence.

Well, I can't prove it yet
but I think

it somehow connects James Reed
to the death of Max Zoric.

So I'm not letting it go.

What about James Reed's father?

Yeah, well, if Harrow knows
anything, he'd be wise to share it.

Before a trial.

Who's claiming him?

Well, the Feds, for now.

And after that, a bureaucratic paper
cluster that would choke a goat.

I only wish I'd managed
to stop the second Russian.

Well, don't worry about that.
Someone did.

Feds passed this on from Interpol.

Airport bathroom in New Caledonia.

What happened?
Price of failure.

Crims always think they're
smarter than everyone else

but in the end, they all get caught.

It's just a matter of time.

And both of these men...

..they are dead?

Your wife was incredibly brave.

She fought her attackers very hard.

But she's still gone.

Nothing makes it hurt less.

I know.

That should do it.

Uh, so, what was wrong with it?

Uh, some sort of malware. Um...

Did anyone else have access
to your computer?

Uh, no. No.
Well, except the other techie.

What other techie?

The IT kid that was here
the other day.

I'm the only one assigned the job
and I just got it.

Uh, before you go...

..can you check
if any emails were deleted?

Sure. You mean in trash?

No, no - just if, uh...

..if someone was here

and they wanted to
delete something permanently.

Um, there's a couple
that went to junk.

Mm.
"Do I have diabetes?"

Yeah, yeah. Anything else?

Here's one,
from the Department of Immigration.

Mm-hm.
There's an attachment.

Yeah. Can you...can you open it?

Holy...

..shit.

Hi, there.

That looks like hard work.

Pays the bills.

Do you do domestic work
or just corporate?

I'll clean for anyone who pays.

I like your attitude.
Do you have a card?

No. I can give you my number.

What's your name?

Fern.

Fern Harrow.

Well, it's lovely to meet you, Fern.

I'll be in touch.

That'd be great. Bye.

Locking your room now?

It pays to be careful.

You going out?

We all are.

Meeting Fern after work.

I thought we were
supposed to be eating in.

Change of plan.

Come on. You can cook any time.

Actually, I cook ALL the time.

No-one's asking you to.

You really think Fern wants a guy
who just hangs at home and cooks?

Mr Domestic?

What's the end game, James?

How long are you actually here for?

I...don't know yet.

You talk big, man,

but that's all you do.

You don't give a shit about Fern.
You're just using her.

I'm not my father.
No.

You're not.

Harrow's a better man
than you'll ever be.

Enjoy your meal.

Do you think this guy,
who we now know is James Reed...

..could be him?

Yeah, maybe.

What was he after in the car?

Same thing he was after
in my office.

The phone Cybercrimes can't unlock.

Yep.
Why do you think he wants it?

Well, it's got something to do
with the death of Max Zoric.

Hey.
Hi.

What would you like?

I don't know, James -

something with 22 million
answers in it?

# It's just you and me tonight

# Everyone else is asleep

# Hey, moon

# If I was to fall

# I know it's been so long

# Since we saw each other last

# I'm sure we'll find some way

# To make the time pass... #

Daniel.

Where are you?

The lab.

Penance.

Is everything OK?

Ice-cream.

What?

You suggested ice-cream.

Let's get some.

What, now?

I think there's only now.

Yeah.

So, what do you say?
That place down by the water?

Sure.

Half an hour?

See you there.

Hello, Daniel.

Tanya?

Next, on Harrow...

Is James in trouble?

I'm not sure he wasn't involved
in that boy's death.

I didn't steal a cent.

If she thought you did,
what would she do to you?

I think she'd kill me.

- Jesus. Is that...?
- Tanya Reed.

Let's see where they take us.

Pistols at dawn, eh?

Do you know
what the duel was over?

There's nothing to find here.

Sounds like I'm the only loose end.

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