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Previously on Harrow...

- Ice-cream. - What, now?

I think there's only now.

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

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.

- Tech support. - Oh, thank Christ. Come in.

- This is gonna take me some time. - Take as long as you need.

Cybercrime have another go at the shipyard phone?

No good.

We might have another lead on Harrow's son.

James Reed entered the country on a study visa.

Can you check if someone was here

and they wanted to delete something permanently?

- H Where's your mother? - She's dead.

Cancer? Why didn't you call me?

I didn't know you existed. Mum said she didn't know who my father was.

Why did she lie about me?

- Hello, Daniel. - Tanya?

Un, deux, trois,

quatre, cinq...

The cancer's in remission.

I'm glad.

Really?

When I imagined... this happening,

I thought you'd be...

...more angry.

I thought I would be too.

You must have changed your name.

To Hain, my grandmother's surname.

That's what I exhibit under.

You still paint?

And I still run a checkout.

I manage a boutique in Trowbridge.

Not a fortune in painting.

I'm sorry.

I know how hard you tried to find us.

Why didn't you let me?

You would have talked me back.

Daniel...

...is James in trouble?

I didn't steal a cent.

But I think her son did.

- The dead boy? - Max.

I think that's why he needed a fake passport.

Why he needed to skip the country, and quick.

You know, it makes sense, if he stole all that money from Mummy.

You know, what I'm thinking

is that Max had access to Mila's banking system.

Suddenly, he has a need to leave the country...

...and now he's dead.

James, is Mila after you because of her son

or because of her missing money?

I don't know anything about either.

Well, if she thought you did, what would she do to you?

I think she'd kill me.

I went to the shipyard

and there was a dead young man who I thought was my son.

I had maybe the worst two days of my life,

then the DNA results came in...

...and the same night, James shows up.

And now you're here,

I'm not sure I can believe a word he's told me.

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

I guess he knows that, because now he's not talking to me.

Well, he'll have to talk to me.

Steve.

Senior, Surveillance 2 just uploaded some photos.

From?

Daniel Harrow's boat.

OK.

Jesus. Is that...?

We checked her face scan with Border Protection.

Tanya Ann Hain,

changed by deed poll in 1998

from Tanya Ann Reed.

Pull them in?

No.

Let's see where they take us.

I can't believe you still have the Fiat.

Ha! I remember this.

Found it in a box of your things.

You stole it on our first date,

from that Mexican restaurant in Great Portland Street.

We'd had mescal

and I was worried about that waitress who kept flirting with you.

Why aren't we moving?

Because they're not.

Police. So...

...we can't go see James.

Harrow.

Will you excuse me for a second?

You're like a failing Instagrammer. You need better followers.

And you needed to tell me about your visitor.

I didn't even know Tanya was still alive!

You had all night to let me know.

Oh, and following me is a great way to encourage open communication.

What else? Tapping my calls?

Harrow, I know your son is in the country

and he is a person of interest in what might be a homicide.

And that is why, even if I did know where he was,

I wouldn't tell you.

So, you don't know where your son is?

No.

And neither does Tanya, so... leave us alone.

- Morning. - Hi.

Everything OK?

Yeah. Fine.

Me too. I had my two ice-creams last night and slept like a baby.

Oh, my God. I am so sorry.

- Something came up. - Something always does.

OK. Martin Bruce Peek.

George Vaughn Ilic.

Grave robbers.

Duellists. Members of an historical society.

Mm. Former members.

Why were they duelling?

Well, apparently Mr Ilic said something

to which Mr Peek took offence.

Well, 10 paces at dawn.

And their seconds?

In a duel, the combatants are each accompanied by their seconds,

who try to dissuade them from fighting

and to check and hand over the weapons.

Yeah, well, we're interviewing two people at CIB now

but both claim they thought these two were shooting blanks.

Like my ex-wife, just before we had a daughter.

And the referee, whomever gave the signal to fire?

He's gone to ground. We're looking for him.

So, I'll leave these with you.

Just send 'em back with the clothes and, uh...

...any developments, you let me know.

I...

Well, this is the first duel I've ever done.

Mine too,

although I did nearly kill Abigail Stock,

we were both running for debate captain.

To her credit, though,

she did at least turn up to the event.

Ah. I see satisfaction was had.

Pistols at dawn, eh?

How romantic.

I could shoot you at dawn, if you like, or any time, really.

Oh, ha, ha.

You may recall that I was famously known,

in the Aldenham Secondary Air Rifle Brigade,

as Crack Shot Fairley.

That was because of that pellet that wound up in your gluteal cleft.

No, I... My... But...

Yes, your butt!

Anyway, were there any underlying medical issues?

Uh, it seems Mr Ilic was fit as a fiddle,

same as Mr Peek,

except for minor heartburn and restless leg syndrome.

Hmm. They both had pretty good aim.

They were both long-term members of the Brisbane Faro Society.

Oh, Faro!

A card game derived from Basset and a precursor to poker.

Very popular in Europe in the 18th and 19th century.

Are there any other wounds?

Mr Peek has something very faint here.

Now, is that under the make-up?

It looks like under.

I think that's lipstick.

Hmm. Well, makes sense.

Someone kissed him good luck.

Or goodbye, if she knew the pistols were loaded.

Nichols said the witnesses thought the guns were not.

Hmm. Pair of matching flintlock duelling pistols.

- Smooth bore. - Early 19th, late 18th century.

- Worth a bit. - Mm.

- They were Peek's, apparently. - He had a licence.

Well, let's swab their hands for gunpowder residue.

- Are the CTs ready? - Mm-hm.

Right.

Looking at that path of travel, the one on the left,

the shot broke the fifth rib

and passed right through both ventricles.

Yes and this, through the right lung,

severing the superior vena cava.

They were certainly aiming at one another's hearts.

They really wanted to kill each other.

Or really didn't think they would.

Let's take a look at those lead shots.

Fairley?

- Fishing sinkers. - Makes sense.

Practical. Easy to get.

"Ruffian."

Hmm. But what was worth killing for?

"Valour withers without an opponent."

Oh, we were all shocked.

I'm still shocked.

And, Miss Mills, you are the club's...

- New marketing manager. - Right.

- Which entails...? - Raising interest.

- She's doing a great job. She... - Yeah.

Uh, forgive me, Ms Mellis,

but you don't strike me as a Faro aficionado.

Oh, uh... uh, well, I was just doing it for my CV

but I've discovered that it's a great game of skill and wit.

I'm learning so much.

It is such a shame we lost Martin and George.

They were experts.

Do you know what the duel was over?

What's any duel over?

Greed?

- Pride. - Right.

Ms Yancy, you're the club's treasurer?

Uh, so, do you know why Mr Peek and Mr Ilic were arguing?

The game.

The... the annual championship?

50-year-anniversary championship.

The winner gets the time capsule.

What's in the time capsule?

Um... we can't see for sure.

We've only got one photo

and, unfortunately, it's completely out of focus.

But it's nothing valuable - it's more about the prestige.

The unearthing will be a big deal.

There'll be local papers.

Emeline's trying to get the local TV news...

Yep, yep. The argument?

Martin and George were playing.

When George... when George said...

George said that he was growing so old

waiting for Martin to place his bet,

that he was starting to find Martin's wife attractive.

Pretty mild trash-talk.

Oh, not for Faro.

Martin took offence and, later, he challenged George to a duel.

Have there been duels here before?

Yes, but they were usually settled by a card game or a fencing bout.

Mm-hm.

Sometimes with pistols and paintballs.

But not lead bullets.

No! Never.

So, Mr Dugald Hogarth

is the winner by default?

Uh, now, he's our missing referee.

Have either of you seen him?

I don't see your name here on the list, Ms Mellis.

Oh, I thought I was too new to the club to play.

Maybe I should have.

Where does Mr Peek keep his pistols?

I'm, uh, very sorry for your loss, Mrs Peek,

and to trouble you with more questions at this time

but, uh, you were your husband's second at the duel?

Yes, that's right.

But you didn't load his pistol?

No, no. I just handed it to him.

Corneal transplants.

Oh, yes.

Um, I'm afraid Martin was going through...

...a bit of a mid-life crisis.

Rather Dr Harrow's area of expertise.

It wasn't like him, though.

He was always a very responsible man.

He was a tax accountant!

But the last few months, he changed.

He became secretive, deceptive.

That's also Dr Harrow's area.

Mrs Peek, did your husband have restless leg syndrome?

- Was this something new? - No.

No, but, uh, more recently, it had become a sort of a...

...well, restless hand syndrome and restless other... things.

Uh... his, uh, marital appetite...

And then there was the gambling losses and...

But I thought you said he didn't gamble for money.

Not until this recent Faro championship

and then it became online poker, online sports, online horses...

Did you want it to end?

Oh, yes! Of course I did.

Where did he keep his guns, Mrs Peek?

There's paint balls but no lead shot.

Do you have a key for this, Mrs Peek?

Martin was the only one who had a key.

Sarge?

Oh.

Thanks, Mick.

"Ruffian."

I need to sit down.

Mrs Peek, this morning, before the duel,

did you kiss your husband good luck?

I, uh... I think so.

Then I guess that just leaves our referee.

- Hmm.

Mr Dugald Hogarth. Our referee.

Why did he run from the duel?

Well, he was upset,

seeing two club-mates die unexpectedly in front of him.

Two club-mates he was playing in the grand final.

- Well... - Could he have tampered with the guns?

No key, solid alibi

and a severe allergy to seafood.

Anaphylaxis-bad.

There's no way he could have touched Mr Peek's fishing kit

without having a seizure.

No, Mr Hogarth may have had the motive

but he has a watertight alibi.

Mrs Peek may have had the means but no motive.

No, no. We have two dead men with their fingers on the trigger,

one of whom owned both the guns and the sinkers

and had clearly been taking things a little bit too seriously,

including card-game insults,

am I right so far?

Righto. Well, if you find anything new, you let me know.

Otherwise, I have another potential murder investigation

that I need to continue.

Tell me they died for something worthwhile.

Love? Fortune?

A schoolyard taunt that, frankly, Fairley could do better.

You had a phone call earlier.

You answered my phone?

Your office has good wi-fi.

- Hi. - Hi.

As I was saying,

yes, James is here, in Australia.

He told me he'd been accepted into computer studies

at the University of Adelaide

but at home, I got an email from the university

about overdue fees.

I rang and apparently, James had never attended one lecture.

I tried to call him. Got no answer.

I rang the consulate, thinking the worst

but he wasn't dead,

so I came out.

- Do you think... - No.

- And where did you start? - With his father.

- Ah. - Yes. See...

- Shut up.

I arrived last night. I went to Daniel's boat.

He told me there was a boy who died in a shipyard.

- OK. Here, I really... - Harrow.

Daniel said it seemed for a while this might be James.

Then he told me that after the DNA proved it wasn't,

that James...

...was nowhere to be found.

Daniel looked everywhere. No luck.

So, I don't know if James is not in town after all

or if Daniel's just a bit...

...useless.

Is this your son?

Yes.

And neither of you have seen him.

That's what I've been telling you.

Then explain to me...

...why you left this.

Listen, I really need to speak to your brother.

If you see him, get him to call me.

Well, you convinced me James was here.

My name in that passport, the note on the body that seemed to be for me.

So, I left a message.

And she's had no contact?

I mean, if she has, I don't know.

You've been listening to my phone.

So, just tell me straight, have I come to the right city?

If my son is not in Brisbane,

I am not going to waste any more time here.

Well, I'm sorry but I can't tell you anything else at the moment.

Well, when you do find him...

...please call me.

Nice to see you again, Daniel.

So, do you still...

No. Go see her out.

"Bit useless"?

Should get them off our backs.

And we are in.

OK. So now what?

Now we look.

For what?

For bodies due to be released back to their next of kin.

Why?

'Cause sometimes, when bodies are released to next of kin,

so are their possessions.

Here, Lawrence Paul Schumann.

Nursing home death, determined to be of natural causes.

Mr Schumann's belongings are held in police CIB and can now be released.

Right. Right. And is there a case code?

The question is, can you swap the case code

with the one attached to your phone?

- OK. I gotta go to work. - Let me know.

OK.

52184.

What did you forget?

Why did you tell Daniel I was dead?

Why did you tell me you never knew his name?

It's hard to believe anything you say anymore, James.

No, that much is true.

I told you that because I didn't want you going to find him.

I didn't want you falling in love with who he is and what he does.

I didn't want to lose you.

You didn't think I'd ever want to know?

- Did you think I was stupid? - No!

I was the stupid one, thinking you wouldn't go looking for him.

Could have just told him.

You know how it is with lies.

Maybe you don't.

After a while, they become so big, they just...

...they won't go back in the bottle.

Right, James? University of Adelaide?

I wanted to find my dad.

And you have.

What now?

Now... I need my phone.

If I get that, I get everyone off my back.

What, including Mila Zoric?

My phone will prove I didn't kill Max!

The only way you'll get it back is if you turn yourself in.

I can pay for a lawyer.

What happens then? What if... what if you get your phone back?

All this goes away. What then?

Will you stay here?

Why didn't you just tell me his name?

You look terrible, Mum.

Go get some sleep.

Are you sure?

You might be more comfortable back at your hotel.

Uh-uh.

Why didn't you tell him?

It was the dead.

What?

I didn't want my baby being raised around the dead.

Catching up on work?

Loose ends. You?

Trying to balance the books too.

Your boy at home?

Louie is with his father this week,

so rather than sitting at home missing him, I work.

You?

Seems I sit at home, missing work.

The mystery duellists?

See, I know what killed them.

But I still don't know...

Why?

Yes.

See, according to Mr Peek's wife, he suffered from restless leg syndrome.

Hmm. So he had trouble sleeping too.

Mm, and according to this,

he was prescribed a medication by the name of Pramipexole.

And?

It has reported side effects, including a heightened sex drive,

increased recklessness and an exaggerated desire to gamble,

which would explain Mr Peek's recent behaviour.

It doesn't excuse him.

No.

What's this?

1-phenyl...

1-phenyl-3-pyrazolidinone. Phenidone?

- Where was that? - On his hands.

Traces of gunpowder with minute traces of that.

What is it?

Phenidone.

It's a darkroom chemical.

Photographic developer.

But Peek didn't have a darkroom at his house.

Hello?

- Hello! - Oh! Mr...

Harrow.

- Late night for you? - Yes.

Just, um, getting ready for the big final tomorrow night

and the unsealing the next day.

Exciting.

How is there a final?

Ah. So, Ms Mellis is playing.

How?

Well, uh, apparently, there is a clause in the charter.

If there are insufficient players in a match,

the treasurer can nominate a stand-in.

And Ms Mellis asked you to nominate her.

Well, it is a bit of a change to have a woman in the final.

Emeline's been a wonderful marketing manager.

She's really got a nose for attention.

You know, putting the club online and the newsletters.

Oh, speaking of newsletters,

do you know if there was anyone here developing photographs?

The darkroom's been here since the start of the club, 50 years ago.

Did Mr Peek use it?

Martin? No. But Emeline does.

She found some old photos in the files.

She thought she might put some in the latest newsletter

but, uh, they're not too good, apparently.

These are from the laying of the time capsule.

Really?

There's a frame missing.

Do you have any idea where she might have put it?

Well, Yancy wouldn't know.

Hi. Came to help you set up.

And look who we find in the dark!

He's a policeman.

Well, he's a doctor.

Maybe we should get Yancy to call the police,

for trespassing.

She let me in.

Oh, looking for secrets!

You won't find any.

Is that what you told Mr Peek?

Was he in here too, right before the duel?

I gather Mr Peek can't kiss and tell.

No.

Where's the missing frame?

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

Shame.

I really quite like seeing how things develop.

- Ah. - Good luck with your game.

Kiss for luck?

I'm afraid I do kiss and tell.

Oh.

It was very sad, what happened to Martin and George.

Hmm.

There's nothing to find here.

You're leaving late.

And you're starting early. What have I caught you doing?

Hiding evidence?

Gathering evidence.

Of male vanity?

Maybe of murder.

- You kissed Mrs Peek? - No.

It looks like the same lipstick found on Mr Peek.

Now, it might be Mrs Peek's, it might be someone else's.

I'm losing interest. And my appetite.

Look, Mr Peek had an almost-faded lipstick mark on his cheek

under the make-up he wore to duel,

which means he was kissed earlier.

Now, it's the same shade of lipstick

Ms Mellis wore when she kissed my cheek.

Did she kiss... Eugh. God.

Can you prove it was Ms Mellis who kissed Mr Peek?

No. But Peek also had faint traces of a darkroom chemical on him.

Now, there is a darkroom at the Faro club that Ms Mellis uses.

Yeah, but that doesn't mean he didn't use it by himself.

But you still think Emeline Mellis put the sinkers in the gun

- so they'd kill each other. - Yes!

To join the Faro game where there's nothing to win but the game itself!

Except there is missing film of the time capsule's contents.

Perhaps Ms Mellis knows there's something valuable in it

and that's what she wants to win.

So, what do you want me to do?

This is bloody ridiculous.

It's hot. I'm itchy. We can just wait until we get a warrant Monday.

No! They play the final tonight.

There'll be nothing left to search for Monday.

Let's just play and watch Emeline Mellis's face when you win.

Yeah, but I... I've never played Faro!

You're the precinct's poker champion!

Come on. How hard can it be?

What are you doing here?

We have come to play.

Oh! You're not even members.

Actually, we are.

We joined online, thanks to you.

And according to section 9.5 of your charter,

in the event of the passing of permanent members,

any new members may take their places.

Um... Mellie, he's right.

He's right.

You can play.

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the 50th-anniversary final.

At stake is the time capsule laid down in 1970,

which will be unsealed tomorrow at noon

and presented to the winner.

Mr Hogarth.

Let's play.

- I think what we have to do is... - Shh!

I've got this.

Bets, please.

Nine.

- Mr Nichols? - Mm?

Bet.

Mr Harrow?

Losing card... dame de pique.

Winning card, neuf de coeur.

Ms Mellis wins.

I thought you said you got it.

It's a matter of counting cards. Can you count cards?

- No. - Then shut up.

Bets, please.

Jack, please.

Losing card,

valet de carreau.

Winning card, as de carreau.

Mr Nichols wins.

You OK?

No, it's this bloody outfit.

I feel like a chook in an oven bag.

Bets, please.

Ace.

Losing card, as de trefle.

Winning card...

...cinque de carreau.

Mr Nichols wins again.

Well, I need a drink. Gentlemen?

Oh. Yes, please.

Not for me, thanks.

And... we pause.

Well, this is going well!

Well, I'm going well. You're terrible.

What's your plan?

Well, she eliminated Peek and Ilic and thought she could beat Hogarth.

But you're unsettling her.

Assuming your theory's correct,

what is she gonna do in front of all these people?

I don't know.

Ah. I got you one anyway.

I wouldn't drink that if I were you.

What?

And we resume.

Mr Nichols?

Uh...

Mr Hogarth?

I...

Uh, here. No.

Here.

I feel... a bit crook.

I think you were drugged.

OK. Um...

I need to get some fresh air.

You win the game.

I think there was something wrong with those drinks.

Do you wish to call the game?

No.

Your bet.

Huit de coeur...

...et la dame de trefle.

Ms Mellis wins.

Mr Hogarth is out.

We are down to our last three cards.

What did you find in the photograph of the time capsule?

What is it that you were prepared to kill for?

I have no idea what you're talking about.

But I do know I'm going to win.

You are good at calculating odds.

Ah, unlike you.

True.

But I'm good at hunches.

Bets, please.

Mr Harrow?

I believe I can bet on the order the last three cards appear.

And if I'm right, I win four times the bet.

I read the rule book.

Which will make you the winner.

Then I wager the last card

is the valet de trefle.

The jack of clubs.

Losing card...

dix de carreau.

Winning card...

...le roi de pique,

which means last card is, indeed...

...the jack of clubs.

Mr Harrow wins.

Congratulations, Mr Harrow.

It seems the time capsule is yours.

Oh! Thank you. Thank you. That's very kind of you.

Thank you, everyone. We'll see you tomorrow.

Ms Mellis?

You can dash off but the police don't take too kindly to murder,

let alone drugging a police officer.

Like I said, I have no idea what you're talking about.

What was in that time capsule that was worth killing for?

You seriously are deluded!

- You wanted to win. - Yes, I did!

I thought I might be in the papers.

Maybe on TV. Sue me.

But you found the photograph of the time capsule.

Oh!

It was just a bunch of old crap.

I just wanted the cards.

They are collector's items.

And when Yancy found the loophole to let me play,

we agreed that I would keep the cards

and she could keep everything else.

But you kissed me on the cheek, just like you kissed Martin Peek.

Oh, my God! Don't be gross!

I never kissed Martin.

Then who did?

Wondering if you have time to unseal it before the police catch you?

It was you who recognised what Emeline had found in this old photo.

An antique deck of cards...

...and an old envelope,

stamped with a plate 77 penny red.

What's it worth?

Over half a million.

These dusty old fools had no idea.

You were eliminated from the game early.

Then Emeline showed you the photo she found

and you needed a patsy to play for you,

so you convinced her.

I told her I knew how to get her in the game.

If she won, that beautiful flirt would have her face on the news

and I'd get the envelope.

Peek and Ilic were the best players of the club, so they had to go.

But somehow, you knew Peek was on Pramipexole, and its side effects.

My late father had Parkinson's.

After George insulted Martin, all he needed was a nudge.

Which is where he got the darkroom chemical on him.

And the lipstick.

So, you lifted his keys,

went to his basement

and put the sinkers in his pistols.

And then it was just a matter of eliminating Hogarth.

Till you and your cop friend arrived.

Emeline took care of that problem.

Sounds like I'm the only loose end.

Now you're getting the point.

Ha!

Please. Money's not worth it.

Of course it is!

I found it! I deserve it!

I'm the smart one! Me!

- Hey!

Hey, hey, hey. Oh... Harrow!

Just woke up outside and I couldn't find you.

Hey, uh...

...is there any more of that beer?

Well, well. The Marquis de Nichols.

I feel a bit iffy.

You'll be alright in the morning.

- Hey, did we win? - Yeah.

Ah! Detective Brookes.

Brookesy!

Uh, I believe this is legally yours.

I'd like to open it, please.

Hmm. What did you say it's worth?

Oh, dear.

It's utterly destroyed.

The area under the concrete slab wasn't properly waterproofed.

Luck was no lady tonight.

Look.

A Marshall Sam Colt cereal toy.

I always wanted one of these.

- MAN: Good to go? - Get him to St Catherine's.

Harrow?

I'm glad you weren't lying about your son.

I thought you were,

and I was thinking I'd have to go back and take a closer look

at all those other strange things that were going on around you,

like Chester and... Quinn.

I didn't want to see you taken away in cuffs.

Me neither.

Think we'll be taking away your son, though.

What are you doing?

- Sorry. I didn't hear you come in. - You're in Harrow's email.

Tell me what the hell you're doing.

- None of your business. - It is.

He's my girlfriend's father.

He's my father.

And it's my business.

So, piss off.

No work today?

Did enough damage last night.

Legit.

Did I say what I think I said, falling asleep the other night?

That you left because you didn't want him being raised around the dead.

That was not a good reason to keep him from you.

It was terrible.

I've done terrible things too.

Z-Stock helpdesk. How can I help you today?

I'm sorry to hear that but we can fix that.

I'll just need to take remote control of your computer, if that's OK?

OK. Thank you.

Lovely family photo.

Is that your grand-daughter?

Now, let me see if I can find your problem.

I'll just need to take remote access of your computer.

Yep. And I've got access now. Thank you.

- Yes. - You have a problem.

Next, on Harrow...

Your son is playing you. Cut him off!

He's my son!

The evidence box is available for collection.

You still want to do this, right?

- Is there a problem? - Wait. Miss.

- What have you got Fern involved in? - What are you gonna do, hit me?

Fern's gonna love that.

Mr Palladino and Jade were having an affair for quite some time.

- What does it matter? - Did you kill him

- and then strangle your girlfriend? - Did you hurt Jade?

He's completely unaffected.

Some people react to death differently.