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Previously, ON Harrow...

[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?

[LUND] 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.

FERN: 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.

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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?

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

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

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.

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

Gracias.

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

How did my wife die?

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

Later today.

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

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.

(PHONE RINGS)

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.

[EDWINA] 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.

(SIGHS) Had she everhad a reaction before?

Even a mild one?

So, uh...

..where would she get them from?

[GRACE] 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?

(LAUGHS) Tell me again nwhy 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.

(COUGHS)

(LIFT DOOR OPENS)

(LOCK BLEEPS)

(GRUNTS)

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

Oh! Or help yourself.

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

(BOTH SPEAK RUSSIAN)

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

What are you doing here?

Looking for raspberries.

(GRUNTS)

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

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.

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

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.

(DOOR OPENS)

Mr Echeverria?

So, it was allergy?

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

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?

[WOMAN] 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... (WHISPERS) ..die.

And autopsies continue to be required.

Can I see an autopsy?

Absolutely not! Of course you can, Louie.

Let's go.

(LINE RINGS)

(PHONE RINGS)

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. (ENDS CALL)

(ALARM BLARES)

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.

EDWINA: 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.

MANAGER: 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.

(MESSAGE ALERT BLEEPS)

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.

(GASPS, COUGHS)

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.

(GRUNTS)

(CHOKES, GAGS)

Hey, mate, are you right? (COUGHS)

You've failed!

No, I haven't.

(STARTS CAR)

What have you done?

GRACE: 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!

WOMAN: 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.

(APPLAUSE)

(EERIE MUSIC)

Doctor! Fiona!

It was my fault.

She died instead of me.

It was terribly bad luck.

And terribly bad people.

(POIGNANT MUSIC)

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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.

(COUGHS) 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.

[NICHOLS] 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?

(CHUCKLES)

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.

NICHOLS: 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?

('HEY MOON' BY JOHN MAUS PLAYS)

♪ 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... ♪

(PHONE RINGS)

Daniel.

Where are you?

The lab.

Penance. (CHUCKLES)

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.

(SIGHS)

Hello, Daniel.

Tanya?

Next, on Harrow...

Is James in trouble?

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

[JAMES] I didn't steal a cent.

[FERN] If she thought you did, what would she do to you?

I think she'd kill me.

[NICHOLS] Jesus. Is that...? [MAN] Tanya Reed.

Let's see where they take us.

[FAIRLEY] Pistols at dawn, eh?

[HARROW] Do you know what the duel was over?

There's nothing to find here.

Sounds like I'm the only loose end.

(GRUNTS)

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