Previously, onHarrow...
Fern Harrow, you're under arrest for arson
resulting in the death of Timothy Markides.
Our housefire victim fell asleep while smoking a cigarette.
So the police won't be pursuing an arson charge
against the theoretical suspect.
When Fern is released from prison, I need you to take her somewhere safe.
Is there any way that body was not Francis Chester?
The burned body came from the prison.
If it wasn't Chester, then who the hell was it?
You want to dig up Francis' body?
My son is dead, and he's gonna stay that way.
Maxine signed this?
Turns out, Chester's mother is dead. Maxine's been convinced by other argument.
Looks to me like you got your exhumation.
No-one's digging up anything. You're suspended.
I've got to prove that Chester is still alive.
Well... this all looks in order.
Put it through.
You must be very happy to see this going home to Egypt after so long.
He is 4,000 years old.
One hundred and twenty years in this country is nothing.
But we are grateful to Mr Hobson for arranging his return.
Mr Hobson will also be pleased with the outcome.
What is it?
Call the police.
What seems to be the problem?
The problem is that dead, ancient Egyptians
shouldn't have titanium hip joints.
Ah, what have we here then?
Ooh, that's no Prince of Egypt.
No, but it is the Golden King: Howard Hobson.
Mining magnate?
I didn't know he was dead.
Yeah, well, no-one does, yet.
So, until we find out why he was found in this Cairo-bound casket this morning,
we're gonna keep it under wraps.
Hilarious pun intended.
So, this coffin and the body that was in it
was part of a collection accumulated by Hobson's grandfather.
Hobson here was sending it back to Egypt.
Someone decided he should go with.
Looks to me like Middle Kingdom Period,
faint Nubian influences, around 1800 BCE.
- What? - You sound like Harrow.
Oh! No!
Sorry, I'll...
So, the mummy that was in here...?
Ah, yes. Well...
That's something these two seem very keen to find out about.
They are not happy that it's missing.
He's from the Egyptian Office of Antiquities.
She's his translator.
They've been helping Mr Hobson prepare his private Egyptian collection for transport.
Someone helped Mr Hobson.
He didn't put himself in these bandages.
No. And where's Harrow?
I thought he'd be keen as mustard to check out an old coffin like this.
What the f...?
Shit.
Harrow's suspended? Why?
He forged my signature.
Yeah, well, I forged your signature with the postman
when I signed for your lingerie the other day.
A work document.
Yeah, but why?
Does it matter?
He went over my head to the coroner
with a signature I didn't sign.
- But what did he want to authorise? - Bryan!
It's irrelevant.
We tell each other stuff, Max.
Yeah.
But sometimes we have to trust that the other is doing the right thing.
Dr Pavich?
Edwina, great.
Come with me.
You've reached Daniel Harrow.
Leave a message and I'll return your...
So, where is Dr Harrow?
"Dr Harrow" now, is it, hmm?
Trouble in paradise?
Not paradise, Uncle Lyle.
We had sex, once. Before I started work here.
Right.
I find Harrow interesting
and attractive, but he's very irritating.
I'm not sure if it's because he has a gift for finding flaws in my work,
or because I keep finding a billion flaws in him but still can't fault his work.
- So, where is he? - I think he's been suspended.
- What?! - Mmm. Oh, hello.
Fancy seeing you here.
Edwina Gharam, this is Dr Fairley.
I've met Doctor Fez.
Of course. And Dr Molyneux.
Edwina is a registered nurse who's joining us for a probationary period
as a Forensic Assistant.
Okay. So, suit up and you can get to work.
- Maxine... - Daniel's been suspended.
Yes, I heard. So, what will happen to him now?
Just do your job today. Daniel's problems are of his own making.
Hello? Help! I'm...
Chester?
Hello to you, too, Dr Harrow.
What do you want?
It's what did you want.
You wanted proof that I wasn't dead, right?
Now you've got it.
Only, I'm afraid you can't really share it.
I'm sure you've discovered the phone doesn't make outgoing calls.
That is just for you and me to while away the time.
And I know you tried to get an exhumation order.
And I know you failed.
So I know it's going to be some time before they find you.
Maybe weeks, maybe months.
Or maybe never.
Why are you doing this?
Because you ruined my life.
There was no way I was going to gaol
until you miraculously found the evidence that changed everything.
So, that's what this is?
Shitty, cheap revenge?
The same motive as your patsy Brendan Skeane?
Uh, I left that little bread crumb trail for you.
And you did find it.
Or, rather, Simon van Reyk found it.
You bastard.
It was me you wanted to hurt.
You didn't have to kill him!
I did warn you: everything you hold dear.
I'm going to kill you.
Oh, Dr Harrow, I do admire your optimism.
Mr Howard Hobson, the mining magnate.
- How appropriate. - Why?
Embalming was the purview of the wealthy in ancient Egypt.
Now, did you know that the embalming process took 70 days?
Firstly, they would remove all the organs,
then they would pack the body in a lakebed salt called natron.
What?
You're sounding like Harrow.
Let's just get the bandages off, shall we?
Wait a second. Is this how he was found?
With his face uncovered?
Why go to all the trouble of wrapping him like this, but not his mouth?
Unless he was still alive when he was put in there.
Haemorrhaging?
- Possibly. - Meaning?
Possibly he did suffocate in there.
- Meaning? - Hobson didn't wrap himself up.
If he was alive when he was put in the coffin,
and cause of death was asphyxiation, then...?
- It's manslaughter. - Or murder.
If he was still alive when he was locked in that coffin,
how long would he have lasted?
Well... if he was unconscious and breathing shallowly, several hours.
But if he was panicking and hyperventilating...
If he couldn't control his breathing, less than three.
Oh, hell.
What do you want, Chester?
How are you?
Great. Wish you were here.
How does it smell?
Whose body was it?
Well... it wasn't mine,
despite your drunken friend, Laurie Badcoe,
signing that it was.
I am going to get out of here.
The mathematics of oxygen depletion say otherwise.
So, why don't you save breaking your nails on coffin-maker pine,
sit back, relax,
and enjoy the movies.
Movies?
Fish, baby!
You're out!
Fish.
Cal, get back.
She's a cop. She wants to arrest me again.
Why?
Arrest her.
Put her back inside.
Fish, what's going on?
Get in.
Skin damage consistent with age of deceased.
It's very thin. Explains why there were so many bandages to hand.
No contusions around his neck to suggest strangulation.
But... does his tongue look dry to you?
Yes, it does look quite dehydrated.
Almost damaged.
Let's get all the fluids we can and see what they tell us.
And a full tox.
- Shall we check posterior first? - Let's.
Be aware, the dead can often flatulate when they're moved.
- Cheers. - Three, two, one.
- Oh. - Oh!
Oh...
What the hell caused those?
That's what I'm here to find out.
Sheesh!
Well, there's plenty to look through.
Uh, Dr Grace Molyneux from the morgue.
Ufa Sabry, Nenet Botro,
from Egypt's Office of Antiquities.
And Clayton Pike, Mr Hobson's lawyer,
and professional staller on providing a copy of Mr Hobson's Will.
Well, you'll see for yourself once you produce a warrant.
I'm simply protecting my client's interests.
We don't understand why you are stalling.
We also need to see the will.
There is a great deal of publicity in our country
concerning the return of these artefacts and the missing mummy.
It will be hugely embarrassing for our government
if they do not arrive in Cairo.
- Hey, Scotty. - Detective.
I don't think he just slept in here.
I don't think I'll sleep for a while having seen those.
There's more down here.
How does that bloody work?
What's the story with Hobson's wife?
The current one who's trying to divorce him,
or the former one that succeeded?
They're both proving a bit slippery today.
- Oh... - What?
Grab that side. What...
What in blue blazes is that?
That is an 18th century wheat threshing sled.
Wasn't wheat being threshed up here.
That explains the marks on Hobson's back.
And the need for all the bandages.
Wow. Getting old is something to look forward to, eh?
Has Scenes of Crime inspected this room yet?
- Not fully, why? - Mmm.
Cocaine?
I don't think so.
- Yello? - Who's this?
- Who's that? - It's me. Grace!
What? I'm Grace.
No, me, Edwina.
Oh, gotcha.
Is, uh, Dr Fairley there?
- Tell her I'm here. - I can hear him.
- She can hear you. - Tell her I've got my hands full.
- He's got his hands full. - I can hear him.
Um, can you ask if he has blood results?
- Tell her I've got the blood results back. - I'm not enjoying this.
Can't you just put him on?
What? No. I'm busy here. Just tell her...
- I can hear you. - Oh. Good.
Now listen, I've got the blood results back.
Hmm. Anything to suggest he didn't suffocate?
No, but here's the interesting thing.
The bloods reveal HS troponin. Do you know what troponins are?
Proteins released when the patient has a heart attack.
So maybe whoever wrapped Hobson up thought he was already dead,
but he was only unconscious after the heart attack.
I want you to look for one more thing.
Apart from Cause of Death? What?
Sildenafil.
- What's Sildenafil? - Oh!
- Oh? - Oh, quite a lot.
What is Sildenafil?
- Viagra? - Yeah.
That's one brand name for it.
How much did he have?
Four times more than his doctor's recommended maximum.
Ohh!
So, Hobson took a stiffener hoping for kinky sex,
- and instead...? - Had a heart attack and appeared to have died.
And someone wrapped him up,
put him in a coffin that was going far, far away.
I think we'd better speak to Hobson's wives.
You want to explain what you and the former Mrs Hobson were fighting about?
Well, I'd hardly call that a fight.
We were just having a friendly discussion.
We're great friends, Alice and I.
Arguing the day before your husband was found dead.
I was shocked to learn of Howard's death.
So you don't know what he was up to in his bedroom.
We sleep in separate bedrooms.
So you don't sleep together, you don't have sex, you put up with his infidelity...
What, are you just marking time until he dies so you get his fortune?
- Have you seen his will? - Not yet.
I only get half of Howard's estate.
Who gets the other half?
Oh, I had no idea.
Well, his current wife doesn't seem too happy about it.
Well, Isabella of all people should understand.
I imagine it's compensation
for the indignity Howard's behaviour caused.
I, of course, coped a lot better than poor Isabella.
She wanted to leave him, but she was afraid if he found out,
he'd write her out of the will. I imagine that's why she killed him.
She told you that?
You would have been aware of how much Sildenafil would stop that heart.
Well, that would require me to care about Howard's health.
Well, you cared about being written out of his will.
The only person who knew that
was the woman who was so pathetically broke
she would do anything to get her hands on that money.
A woman's finances are as personal as her age.
Yeah, well, we've checked your finances and you're all but bankrupt.
And that's why I went there to ask for a tide-me-over.
Hmm. But Isabella stopped you coming in.
Maybe you knew she was a heavy sleeper and you came back later.
- Where were you last night? - I don't recall.
Sometimes I have a drink... or two.
I haven't heard that many lies since my ex-wife's wedding vows.
So, we'll get a DNA swab on both of them
and see if we can find traces on those bandages.
That's the thing. I don't get why either of them
would want to hide the fact Hobson died.
His death means they're each worth a fortune.
Well, they're both lying,
they were both there, they both had a motive.
One of them did it.
Who's that?
Hobson's grandson.
All this talk of sex and money and betrayal
makes me think I should have gone to seminary college.
Ah, but think of Maxine.
Speaking of: do you know why Harrow was suspended?
Maxine doesn't do anything without good reason.
Part of why I love her.
You've reached Daniel Harrow. Leave a message...
What do you want, Chester?
Just want to hear how you're doing, Daniel.
- No need to be hostile. - Then don't bullshit me!
All right.
I wanted to hear the fear in your voice.
Well, you're out of luck.
Uh-huh.
Hey, are you curious how your daughter's doing?
You leave her alone, you...
What the f...?
You're gonna put that in a bin, aren't you?
Who are you, the litter police?
Yeah, well, I'd be doing a better job than the actual police.
I can't talk to you about the Markides case. It's current, so...
It's not about me. It's about Dad.
Okay, I'm gonna put it out there.
Dad told me that he doesn't think that the guy who died in custody shot him.
He thinks someone else set him up.
And that same person set me up.
And that same person killed Simon and Moran, the guy Simon visited.
I don't expect you to do anything.
But I do want to know who Dad thought was behind all this.
I'm not saying he is,
but if your dad's right about this,
and he didn't tell you?
He had reason not to tell you.
So, you're not going to tell me?
No.
Well, I don't know where Dad is.
- Do you know where he is? - No.
Make a choice.
Someone had him naked, restrained,
and dosed with enough Sildenafil to stop his fragile heart.
So... promise of sex but no intention?
Well, promise of sex but intention of death.
When his heart stopped...
he looked dead, but he wasn't.
He was unconscious long enough
to be wrapped up and put in his casket.
But he wasn't dead.
He regained consciousness and worked his mouth free.
You saw this last time.
I know...
but I just thought he'd freed his mouth to breathe.
But actually...
Look at that damage pattern.
It's distinctively up-down.
Can you turn the lights down, please?
What are you looking for?
I'll tell you when I find it.
Oh, wow.
W-I-L.
Will.
He'd freed his mouth not to breathe but to leave a message.
What is that?
I think... it's lipstick.
Why are you smiling?
Because I know whose it is.
And she's been asking all about Hobson's will.
What were the changes that you convinced Mr Hobson to make to his will?
That his fortune would go entirely to the Youth for Democracy Movement.
The Egyptian opposition party?
My mother is from Egypt.
You have no idea how women still struggle for rights there.
So, I wanted to humiliate my government.
So, once he told me he would change his will, I said I would reward him.
So, I did.
And once he was dead,
I left.
If you wanted the mummy for your political party,
why did you put Mr Hobson in the casket?
Because she didn't.
But I think I know who did.
I was actually on my way over to...
to tell Howard I couldn't work for him anymore.
And I found him... like that,
trussed up like a pig.
And that's how he could have been found.
You had other ideas?
Yes. So...
I got busy.
I knew where to find the bandages.
I prepared him.
Made space for him
and set things to unfold.
So, you didn't know Mr Hobson was still alive?
No.
You must have known you couldn't have got him through Customs.
Of course.
And I knew she'd be there.
And I couldn't wait to see the look on her face.
I knew with the mummy missing and Hobson being in there,
that she wasn't gonna slip away so easily.
There would have to be an investigation.
She said that Hobson changed the will so that the opposition party in her country
inherited pretty much everything.
Such a will would leave Isabella penniless.
Isabella Hobson?
The only happiness I've felt in the last ten years is being near Isabella.
Now, I don't know if she'll ever love me, but at least now
she knows I love her.
How long is he away for?
At least eight years.
Oh, thank God.
I thought I might have to take him to dinner.
Okay.
Lightheaded? Disoriented? Thirsty?
Unpleasantly disposed.
You know, it's a shame you couldn't apply your brain
to being an anaesthetist
instead of to being a psychotic menace.
Forget about the analysis. Nobody's got it right.
I got it right.
I put you in gaol.
Yes, but you don't know why.
Why you made the mistakes I found?
Why I deserved to be put in gaol.
-You killed those young people. -I did.
But are we born to kill, Daniel, and suppress the instinct?
Or are we born to protect, and learn to be killers?
What do you think?
I think you learnt it,
though I don't know from where.
What happened, Francis?
What did you see?
It's not what I saw, Daniel.
It's what you're going to see before you die,
before your air runs out.
My phone...
What?
Shit.
Shit, shit!
Hey, it's me.
♪ Wants me 40 rounds of ball
♪ Shoot Crow Jane Just to see her fall ♪
♪ She got to fall
Hey, Dad.
Yes, you bastard.
♪ Got to fall She got to ♪
♪ That's the reason I begged Crow Jane ♪
♪ Not to hold her head So high ♪
Dad?
♪ Someday baby You know you got to die ♪
♪ You got to lay down and...
Oh, no.
Oh... God, no.
♪ That's the reason I begged Crow Jane ♪
♪ Not to hold her head Too high
♪ Someday baby, You know you got to die ♪
♪ You got to lay down...
Hi, Fern.
God, no.
No, don't. Fern!
Oh, well done, bub.
Well done.
How did he die?
No-one will tell me.
Well...
as one ages,
one's heart tends to enlarge slightly
and the artery walls and arterioles become thicker
and then the elastic tissue within those walls and arterioles is lost.
So, a condition that appears regularly in the elderly
is something called "isolated systolic hypertension"...
Your pop was old.
He had a lot to live for,
especially you.
But his heart just gave out.
- What's your name, hon? - Will.
Will.
Listen, we think it was you your Pop was thinking about before he passed on.
So, let's just sit with him a while?
You've reached Daniel Harrow.
Leave a message and I'll return your call.
Yeah, get me the Deputy Coroner.
Hinton speaking.
Doug, Bryan Nichols.
- Bryan, how are ya? - Yeah, good, mate. Good.
Look, mate, sorry to put you on the spot, but I was just speaking to Maxine about Harrow.
And, uh, I need to know why he forged her signature.
What exactly was he trying to do?
Well, he's been trying to get permission to dig up Francis Chester.
What was that?
What was what?
The worst bedside manner I've ever seen.
I used to be a neurosurgeon.
Brain tumours, they were my specialty.
I didn't talk much to the patients. I talked to the radiologists.
Until a boy came in.
A boy about his age.
He had a tumour entangled in blood vessels.
Inoperable, everyone thought.
And this boy...
his name was Christopher.
He had three months to live.
Though I didn't talk to patients,
but something made me talk to Christopher.
He was scared.
He didn't want to die.
So I thought,
"No. I'm good.
He doesn't have to die."
So, against everyone's advice, I convinced his parents
to let me operate.
Eleven hours.
Every hour, new blood vessels to navigate,
and more tumour to find and remove.
Eight hours in,
I realised there was healthy brain tissue I had to remove.
So I did.
Did he die?
No. He lived.
But Christopher was gone.
The boy who woke up, he had lost speech,
he'd lost movement, he couldn't feed himself,
he couldn't recognise a soul.
So, I saved his life,
but the three months that he could have had with his family,
I stole them.
After that, I found it really hard to go with confidence into a brain.
So here I am.
I didn't think I'd have to care here.
But apparently, I still do.
Tea?
I'll go tidy up.
You've reached Daniel Harrow.
Leave a message and I'll return your call.
- What did he look like? - I don't know. Big. I didn't see him.
- Well, if you saw him again, could you identify him... - Mum, I don't know!
Okay, but we're still going to the police.
- But they don't believe me! - They're going to believe me!
I'm calling Nichols.
He's not answering.
- What are you doing? - I'm checking Dad's files.
I think I know who it is.
Jesus Christ, Harrow.
What the hell is going on here?
We are not leaving the police station until Bryan Nichols
tells me to my face that we are safe, okay?
I think that could be him.
What?
The guy who attacked you?
- Cal, where are you? - I'm at work.
Don't go to the Bettie. It's not safe.
- TheBettie? Why? - There was a man on there and...
Listen, I'm going to send you a photo, of him, okay?
- Fish, what's going on? - Cal, I think he wanted to kill me.
What?
- Hey, mate. - Hey.
Sorry I'm late. I had a thing.
- That's all right. - What's wrong?
Oh, just...
- Nothing, just worries at home, you know?
Oh. Nothing serious, I hope.