[Harrow] Previously, onHarrow:
[Nichols] Our divers found a skull in the river.
Turbot Street's confirmed it's Robert Quinn. He was murdered.
Do me a favour. Don't mention this to Harrow.
You have to check in on Mum.
-Doctor-- Sir! -My ex-wife is in there. I want to see her!
You're gonna have to give me something.
Why, are you gonna arrest me for murder?
[Harrow] The cops raided Steph's house on your recommendation.
What did you tell them?!
[man] I do remember Quinn and his blue Commodore.
That you fitted two tyres to. Why?
[man] Someone hacked into the sidewall with a screwdriver.
[Nichols] Fern Harrow.
[Harrow] No, that's Jack Twine.
Taught me everything I know.
That rules are there to be skirted around.
So he knows all your deepest, darkest secrets.
Every single one of them.
[praying in foreign language]
Amen.
[grunting]
[muffled moan]
[muffled sigh]
[theme music]
[knocking]
Come in.
[Dass] Jack, hi.
Dass.
Soroya.
Join me for a nightcap?
What day is it?
Sunday?
Absent friends.
He doesn't know you're here, does he?
No.
You like him, don't you?
I do too.
Never had a boy.
Or a girl.
Pam and I tried but... she couldn't.
I wanted one.
So much.
So I was left with a choice.
Leave her, remarry,
make a mark, leave a legacy.
Or... stay.
-And you stayed. -I loved her.
Despite that shortcoming
that some might have seen as a...
fatal flaw,
I chose her.
And you still left a legacy.
What fatal flaw are you looking for?
Would Daniel ever break the law?
No, come on now, we'd all break the law for the right reasons.
Why?
His ex-wife, Steph, her husband was murdered.
That Quinn bloke.
You knew him?
I know he fleeced Dan's ex for half a million bucks.
When did he die?
October 3rd, last year.
And you're here to ask me what?
Could Daniel have been involved?
He is... secretive.
And you know his secrets.
If... he did something...
something wrong, I need to know.
No wonder he likes you.
It was nice to meet you, Jack.
They found it.
I woke up early this morning
wondering why Fairley and Pavich were being so hush-hush.
Now we know.
Why didn't they tell us?
It was me they didn't want to tell.
[scoffs] Why not?
What did they think you were going to do?
I don't know.
I'm not sure I should be your boss.
They don't trust me and you need to learn from someone you can trust.
[mobile phone vibrating]
Hello, Jack, are you okay?
[Jack] No mate, I'm dead.
I've decided to haunt you through the mobile network.
Are you busy?
[Nichols] This is security footage from taken outside
the Bowen Hills Racing Club, September 27th last year.
And, as you can see, it shows Quinn's car.
Both right side tyres slashed.
So, we want to talk to Fern Harrow.
Now, here's some places you can start.
This is her mother's house. And that's her father's boat.
But she's very comfy laying low.
Does her mother know that Quinn's remains have been ID'd?
-No, not yet. -What's the charge?
Well, we just want to talk to her.
But we are compiling a brief of evidence for a charge of murder.
Are you thinking that a girl her size put a man like Quinn into the river alone?
Well, at this stage, Phil, we don't know.
But I think we all have to assume that she had some help.
Her boyfriend, Callan Prowd. We all clear?
[indistinct chatter]
[mobile phone buzzes]
Sergeant Dass.
Hi, Soroya, it's Simon... Van Reyk?
Hi, Simon Van Reyk. What's up?
Can we catch up?
[woman] I've given him a call.
Hey, Jo.
Dan, hi, do you need me?
No, I'm just off to see Jack.
Okay.
You mind? They're trying to do a job here.
They don't need spectators.
It's okay, Jarred. He's a friend of Jack Twine's.
Jesus!
Shoosh, you big dill.
-They still out there? -Who?
The gravediggers taking Stan Wagner away.
Yeah. Is that why you called me?
What'd you see?
That, ah, he was Catholic and dead.
And?
And there was some award fallen on the floor.
Yeah.
What'd Wagner die of, do you know?
Around here? Excitement.
That old bastard was as fit as a pole dancer.
And he had God on his side.
He looked about 110.
Ninety-six.
That's not a bad innings.
That's not a good reason.
Have you learnt anything in the last 30 years?
What are you thinking?
Well, I'm thinking that it's worth thinking about.
Hmm, look at that.
Ten percent body fat, lucky bastard.
Anyway...
[Jack] Oh...
Petechial haemorrhaging.
-Mmm. -[Jack] Check his eyes.
There's some more here,
but there could be any number of reasons why --
Check his throat.
Didn't I teach you anything?
Foam...
-[both] Asphyxiation. -[Jarred] Hey!
What the hell are you two doing?
-Oh, we're just saying goodbye to Stan-- -Oh, bullshit.
You didn't even like the foreign prick.
You are a nosy old bastard, Twine.
Hey.
Do you want me to get Jo? She's right there.
She'd love to see how you guys are interfering with a body of a dead resident.
No?
Take off.
Charming fellow.
Interesting reaction, though.
Not enamoured of the elderly.
Not enamoured of foreigners.
[Nichols] Fern Harrow is a person of interest
in the murder of Robert Quinn.
I want to check if Harrow was working here on October the 3rd last year,
which is the date Robert Quinn made his last phone call
and his car went into the dam.
What?
-This is ridiculous. -Ohh--
You've known Harrow longer than I have.
How can you entertain such a thought?
Everyone has two sides, Max.
What, even Fern?
Well it's Occam's Razor.
You know, the principle where the hypothesis with the fewest assumptions--
Don't you dare explain Occam's Law of Parsimony to me.
-Listen-- -Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.
Ah.
Okay, so Harrow carded in at 9.32am on the third
and carded out at 3.19am on the 4th.
Well, I guess he's in the clear, then.
Hey, listen, have, ah, you given any more thought to my proposal?
Pick your moments, Bryan.
Yeah, okay.
Remember, this young doctor's a real stick in the mud, so hammer him.
Okay.
Knock knock.
Jack, I'll get around to you shortly.
Oh, sorry to interrupt you doctor.
Ah, just my young friend here can't help himself. He's got a couple of questions.
I couldn't stop him.
-Daniel Harrow, Pathologist. -A-huh.
I, er, wanted to ask about Stan Wagner.
Ah, there's no need for you to see Mr. Wagner.
He's going straight to the School of Anatomy.
He bequeathed his body?
I have 23 more residents to see this morning, Mr Harrow --
Dr Harrow.
How did Mr Wagner die?
Congestive heart failure.
And what caused the heart failure?
Myocarditis, previous infarctions,
-thyroid disease? -His blood pressure was low,
his cholesterol was high and he was old.
It was my determination that he died of heart failure.
His son was also okay with that determination.
He had significant haemorrhaging in his face--
-Ah, wait-- --eyes, mouth--
You've seen the body?
Sorry, doctor, I couldn't stop him.
Do I need to call Turbot Street
and ask why you're interrogating me, Dr Harrow?
Heart failure.
One last question: where did he die?
I saw the frame on the floor. Was he on his way to the toilet?
He was in bed when I was asked to inspect his deceased remains.
Maybe he knocked it off on the way back.
There is no need for an autopsy.
Thank you so much for backing me up in there.
Well, he's my doctor. I can't piss him off.
Oh, but I can?
Heart attack, my hairy white one.
Wagner was active.
He ate like a starved dog.
There was no fluid retention, no visceral congestion that I ever heard.
So what do you want me to do?
Break into the School of Anatomy and examine his body?
[whispering] The eagle flies low at night.
Why so secret squirrel?
I don't know. I feel like secrecy is the fashion of the day around here.
They found Quinn's skull.
Did you know?
Yeah.
And were you also part of the "don't tell Harrow" conspiracy?
Why? What'd you think he was going to do?
It wasn't my call.
Yeah, but what do you think?
I don't know.
You think he was involved.
-No. No way-- -[woman] Simon.
Maxine wants you.
No way.
-[knock on door] -Ah, you're the spreadsheet nerd.
What does this mean?
[Simon] That's the staff entry logs.
Yeah, but what are these?
These asterisks. They're only there on this day.
Has someone fiddled with it?
October 3rd.
Um, I don't know.
Maybe just computer error.
Huh. Nothing.
Okay. Thank you.
Actually, I don't have a death certificate yet. That's why I'm ringing,
because I need to know what will happen if he is declared dead.
I think the police think that he was killed.
Homicide. Homicide.
Ahuh. Yeah, I need to call you back.
Thanks.
Hi.
Is that what the cops think? That Robert was murdered?
I don't know.
You seem pretty sure.
Well, I'm not.
I want to know.
I don't know anything.
Why did the cops search our house?
Are you hungry?
It was to do with Robert, wasn't it?
Were-- were they gonna arrest you?
Please.
You're not telling me everything.
Well, I don't know anything else.
So why the life insurance call?
Honey, I...
have to-- Why do you want to know all of this--?
-I want to know about Robert. -Why?
'Cause he hit you.
And I know you went to hospital.
I was okay.
I don't trust that he won't hurt you again.
I need to know if Robert's dead or not.
[knocking on door]
-Can you just wait, please? -Yep.
-[Stephanie] Bryan. -[Nichols] Hey, Steph, mind if we come in?
[Stephanie] I'd rather you didn't.
Well, search warrant's still valid, so...
Just want to ask you a couple more little things.
Why, don't you think you were thorough enough last time?
-So what is it that you want to know now? -Where's Fern?
-Why? -We'd like to talk to her.
[chuckles] So would I.
[Nichols] Where is she now?
Northern New South Wales. She went there with her boyfriend.
That's, ah, Callan Prowd?
[Stephanie] Yep.
When?
A week or so. Why, Bryan?
How long has Fern known Mr Prowd for?
[Stephanie] I don't know. I only met him recently.
-There's nothing in there. -Ahuh.
How recently?
[mobile phone buzzing]
Hi.
I'm about to do something slightly illegal.
Wanna join?
Hey, Grif.
[Grif] Perfect day, doc. No one here but me, doing the prep.
You doing any more guest lecturing next year?
[Harrow] That's the plan, unless something goes wrong.
Are you ready for your end of terms?
[Grif] Peripheral neuropathy?
I thought getting laid was hard.
Read Struplan, 4th Edition. I'll text you a link.
[Grif] Thanks, doc.
Here, keep it. I got a spare.
Thanks, Grif.
You just trust him?
It's Harrow. If you can't trust him, then what's the point?
[Simon] What are we looking for?
Well, the attending doctor said natural causes.
Jack thinks otherwise.
Does Jack have any proof?
Nope.
So there's no crime reported, no crime scene,
no chain of evidence with this body, no formal commission to even be here.
I'm technically on staff here. Wagner was sent here.
Look, I'm trying to help him.
Do you want to help me or not?
All right.
What are your first impressions?
Good skin colour. Liver function probably okay.
Mm.
He's shattered his wrist.
Probably quite young. It's badly set.
There's a mark on this wrist here. Could be from a tight watch band.
[Harrow] Yes.
[Simon] Here.
[Harrow] Significant scarring.
Burn, or acid.
Very old.
What do you make of his face?
[Simon] Mild cyanosis of the lips.
Some broken blood vessels on the cheek here.
Petechial haemorrhaging.
-Anoxia? -That's what we think, too.
Well, a man of his age, could be a hundred causes.
Jack was right.
There's no fluid retention.
His renal system's fine.
He's pretty healthy and there's no clear bruises on his body that I can see.
Right. Let's have a look.
There's some lung froth back there. Not that much.
There's a bit more haemorrhaging.
[Harrow] Yeah, a coughing fit could have caused that.
Hello.
That looks like...
a feather.
You mean like a feather from a pillow? You think he was smothered.
Possibly.
Get these bloods tested.
No need to tell anyone else.
Ooh, yeah.
[mechanical humming]
Hey, babe, I don't know what you're selling, but, ah--
Daniel Harrow.
Oh, that prick.
Is my father.
Oh... Did he find you?
I need call records for this number from October last year.
I'm trying to find a missing person.
And how will you be paying?
Cash.
Well, that's gonna cost about--
One-fifty now, another 250 when you deliver.
I'll find you.
[Fairley] Electrical burns to the skin of the thumb, forefinger and middle finger
-on the right hand. -[tapping on glass]
Hi.
Oh, come in.
I'm not supposed to let you in unless you're involved in the case.
But, ah, mum's the word though. Shh, of course.
Harrow's not the only rebel around here.
Hope you're okay if I continue my work?
-Someone here has to. -Yeah, go--
-Uh-uh-uh! -Sorry.
-Where is Harrow? -Oh, off tilting at who knows what windmill
instead of being here during office hours.
Mm. I know. He bends the rules.
That's like saying James Blunt has the occasional good tune.
[chuckles]
Does he ever bend them too far?
What do you mean?
Could he hurt someone?
Harrow is capable of stupid things,
but hurting someone?
I can't see it.
[knocking on door]
No cops?
-No girlfriends? -Soroya--
Twenty cops went through everything, my toiletry bags, my bins, my wardrobe--
Soroya was just trying to find the truth.
Well, it's not in my underwear drawer.
What do you want, Daniel?
Cops found a skull.
In the river.
Is it... ?
Was it you...
who did the check?
No. They're keeping me in the dark.
So why are they keeping me in the dark? Robert was my husband.
Look, why don't I just come in for a bit--
No.
I'll talk to Nichols.
No, he was right.
It's not your business.
I need to be by myself.
[Nichols] So, Callan, how long have you known Fern Harrow for?
Why do you wanna know?
Do you, ah, recognise this man?
No, but I recognise the house.
It's Fern's mum's.
Is that Fern's stepfather?
When did you first meet Fern?
What's this got to do with her stepfather?
Does Fern know I'm here?
Well, I'll tell you what, why don't you just unlock your phone, give her a call.
-[knocking on door] -Yes?
Daniel Harrow. I'm a friend of Jack Twine's down the hall.
-Michael Wagner. -Sorry about your father.
Did you know Dad?
I rarely made it past Jack's room.
Was your father happy here?
I think Dad liked it everywhere,
after what he went through as a young man.
During the war?
Was he in Czechoslovakia?
So he told me, a thousand times.
Did he have any friends here?
Not long ago I heard there was another resident arrived,
also from eastern Europe.
I thought Dad and her would have a lot to talk about, but no.
Do you know if there was anyone that might have wanted to harm your father?
Have you seen all his awards for community service?
-Money? -He gave it all away.
I paid for all this.
Hate?
Why are you asking this?
You a cop?
I'm a pathologist.
Dad's dead.
Let him go.
Who is the other resident,
the other eastern European?
[shouting in foreign language]
If you're going to complain, complain in English, you miserable old Jew.
I don't think she wants your help.
I don't think that's your business.
I'm getting Jo.
No, you're not.
You're Twine's little mate.
-Ah, Dr Twine to you. -You know what's funny?
I found an oxycodone wrapper in Twine's room,
but I checked his charts and he's not on oxy.
Where'd he get that from, I wonder?
Hmm? Come on, eh?
Hmm? You're English.
You understand these people bring nothing to our country.
[sighs]
I'm Welsh, actually.
Well, whatever you are, you're not going to tell anyone about this.
Unless you want to get banned from visiting your little mate.
You have a nice day.
It's okay.
Mrs Adams, isn't it?
It's okay.
Everything's going to be okay.
[slurping]
Seriously, I've enjoyed all of this, but...
you either let me go or you let me phone a lawyer.
Okay, in a sec.
First, this.
There's your phone.
There's a search warrant for your phone.
[scoffs] What do you want?
I want to talk to Fern Harrow.
Why? She hasn't done anything wrong.
Well, then there's nothing to worry about, is there?
I want you to give her a call and ask her to meet you.
[scoffs] Rat her out?
[laughs]
Fuck off, man.
Well, if you don't, Callan,
we'll find the number in the phone,
we will track her down and we will arrest her.
Now, we don't want that, do we,
'cause we both know she'll put up a bit of a fight.
So...
be smart, young fella.
[scoffs]
[mobile phone rings]
Cal, hi.
Ditch your phone right now. The cops are looking for ya.
Can I phone that lawyer now?
You want a phone book?
[mobile phone rings]
Callan?
The cops are going to arrest Fern.
Something about a guy named Quinn.
-Jesus! -That's two for two now.
You little shit!
Daniel Harrow. I'm here to see Senior Sergeant Bryan Nichols.
Concerning?
A current investigation.
[telephone rings]
-Sarge? -What?
He's not in his office. I'll try another number.
So? Fern Harrow can't drive.
Callan Prowd could have driven Quinn's car into the dam.
-Ah, here's the problem. -What?
Callan Prowd was arrested on the morning of October the 3rd for possession.
He was released on assurity on the 4th.
Fern Harrow's seen here getting cash sorted
and on the 4th, filling out bail forms.
All the time Quinn's car's travelling to the dam.
[telephone rings]
[sighs]
Task Force Helike.
Ah, sorry, Sergeant Nichols just stepped out.
I'll try his mobile.
[Nichols] Get rid of him.
[mobile phone rings]
Nichols.
Sir, there's somebody down here at the front desk to see you.
A Mr Daniel Harrow.
Well what the bloody hell does he want?
I'll just ask. Excuse me, Mr--
[Callan] And then I told them that Fern was coming in with my bail money.
Ten minutes later, I was walking out.
Are they still looking for Fern?
What is this about?
Who is Robert Quinn?
Fern's stepfather. He's dead.
He was killed.
On that day in October.
Cops don't know who did it.
Has this got anything to do with why she's so messed up?
Messed up?
Messed up how?
She's always looking over her shoulder.
She jumps at nothing.
She's scared all the time.
Did you hurt her?
You really care about her.
I hurt her.
By not being there for her.
I want fifty bucks on Kulu-- Kulu Queen, yeah.
Yeah. Both to win, brother.
Shit. Hang on.
You got it?
Yeah, I'm back.
What's this number? Last one he answered.
I'm not Wikipedia, baby.
That's a public telephone box.
Do you know where it is?
I can find out.
[Simon] Hey.
You're here late.
I got the bloods back
from your unofficial patient at the School of Anatomy.
-What did you learn? -Not much.
Blood type AB, no toxins.
Racist arseholes, huh?
Freedom of speech.
You think he killed Wagner?
[sighs] I don't know.
What, because he was a foreigner?
A hate crime?
I did see him being aggressive
with another resident.
A Hungarian woman. A Holocaust survivor, actually.
Really? How do you know?
She had a number tattooed here.
She was at a concentration camp?
She was at Auschwitz.
That was the only Nazi camp that tattooed prisoners.
Those they didn't send straight to the gas chambers.
And now this guy's abusing her? What a shithead.
I guess the tattoos did kind of point the way.
Anyway, sorry the bloods didn't help.
Bloods.
What? What is it?
Blood type and tattoos.
He had a scar, remember?
Wagner had a scar, right here.
Yeah, it was an old burn.
Exactly.
He burnt off a tattoo.
So, Fern Harrow's no longer a person of interest?
No, so it's back to the crease.
Robert Quinn, eh?
Made a lot of enemies. More than I'll ever know.
It's very late.
Yes.
Yes?
[lock clicks]
Yes.
And Geneva?
No.
-Oh, no. No, Max-- -Yes! Yes!
[Nichols] Alright.
Jack?
Jack!
-Jesus! -Christ! Sorry.
I'm still here.
And you still care.
Of course I do.
Hop into bed?
Oh, look, you're sweet, but I'm afraid I don't like loose men.
-[both chuckle] -Come on.
[groans]
Ohh! Hang on.
Afraid I didn't bring any oxys with me.
That's okay. I'll cope.
[groans]
What have you learned?
Well, that you're still the best pathologist I have ever met.
Ah, crawler. Why?
You were right.
Wagner was murdered.
That young redneck, Rallings?
Oh, it was good though, wasn't it?
Working together again?
The best.
Ah.
Good student.
[Harrow] Hi, Mrs Adams.
But Adams wasn't your birth name.
Did you marry into that name?
Or did you change it when you came here?
Aszódy.
Adams was easier.
You were there.
Auschwitz.
And he was there, too.
Stan Wagner.
But that wasn't his name either, was it?
He had a tattoo as well.
Only his was up here?
I read that some cut them out with knives.
Some put a bullet through the arm to disguise it.
It looks like Wagner burnt his off with acid.
The tattoo of his blood type.
His Nazi SS tattoo.
I'm cold.
I didn't think I would ever feel cold again.
The train was cold.
Three days, no heat,
except for the bodies crammed around you.
But they cooled when they died.
And not even room for them to fall.
My little sister and I
were together on that trip,
surrounded by frozen dead.
Then the train stopped.
The doors opened.
-The noise. The dogs. -[people shouting]
The smell...
-of smoke. -[shouting fades]
And he was there at the gate.
At the desk, by the rail tracks.
In his beautiful, horrible SS uniform.
With his handsome face and his broken wrist,
deciding... who went that way to the barracks,
who went that way to the chimneys.
He sent me to the barracks.
Evike...
he sent to the chimneys.
For three months
I saw that face,
till the Russians came.
They executed five of the German officers.
He got away.
Because he pretended to be Czech.
Imagine how I felt when I saw his face,
here in Australia.
An article, with a photo
of him getting his award.
For "services to the Hungarian community".
I couldn't believe it.
So, I sold my house,
I moved in here,
and I watched,
and I waited.
[Harrow] I found a feather in his throat.
Was it a pillow?
A cushion.
I strapped his good arm down first.
It's surprising how long it took.
You would think I would know how long a person takes to suffocate.
And his award?
So...
what will you do with me?
Nothing.
Are you warm enough now?
That nurse, that young man,
have his car searched.
[faint beeping]
No, no, no, no, no, is he breathing?
Dan, I'm-- I'm so sorry.
Have you tried CPR? Try and revive him. Here--
-No. Dan, no. --let me.
He has a DNR.
Do Not Resuscitate.
You know that.
Jack has a DNR.
[birds singing]
["I Wish It Would Rain" by The Temptations plays]
[knocking on door]
♪ Mmm-mmm
♪ Sunshine, blue skies
I'm sorry.
Selfish bastard.
He might have tidied up a bit before he left.
♪ With her went my future
Who will it all go to?
Me, apparently.
I'll have it sent to work until I can sort through it.
I can stay if you want.
The doctor still has to see him.
Okay.
Well, call me if there's anything I can do.
♪ But everyone knows that a man Ain't supposed to cry ♪
♪ Listen, I gotta cry
♪ 'Cause crying Eases the pain ♪
♪ Oh yeah
♪ People This hurt I feel inside ♪
♪ Words could never explain I just wish it would rain ♪
♪ Yeah, let it rain
♪ Rain, rain, rain
[mobile phone rings]
Hello?
[woman] Simon Venrik?
It's Van Re-- Yeah.
Perse Hill Health Tech Support.
I got your email about some timesheets there at Turbot Street?
-The asterisks on October third? -Um, the third, yeah.
Yeah, you guys had an outage late that night.
Well, in the early am of the fourth.
Your server dumped out for some reason.
A server outage? That-- that's a first.
Dr Harrow phoned through all the times, though, so it was okay.
All the times?
-He's a helpful guy. -Including his own?
Ahuh.
Oi, piss off!
[Jo] Drugs.
No one liked him anyway.
Not like Jack.
We all liked Jack.
I don't know why Dr Skarret is insisting on an autopsy.
He's just being thorough.
We'll miss him.
I'm glad your girlfriend got to meet him.
-Pardon? -Mm-hm. The other night.
The-the woman, the cop.
She said she was your girlfriend when she came to see Jack.
Pretty.
[Harrow] Next, onHarrow...
That finger bone was cut with a serrated blade.
I've seen the kit on his boat.
[Nichols] I want to organise a search warrant.
[Dass] Harrow visited the surgeon's widow. He left with a file.
I'm thinking about all the things that he did,
when those bones first came up from the river.
-[Simon] Maybe he was just wrong. -[Dass] When is he that wrong?
Do you really believe he'd kill someone?
I really need to find out.
Hands, Harrow!
Stay right there, please.
You have the right to remain silent.
I imagine you have a few questions.
[theme music]