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+ [Harrow]
Previously on Harrow...

[Callan] And what’s
this about trouble?

I made them.
The pay’s really good.

[Callan]
Oh, man, that’s bad.

I’m not here.

‐Delivery for James Reed.
‐No one called that here.

[courier] His sister’s there.
Couldn’t tell if he is.

We’ll come back.

My protégé
was annoying and thorough.

How are you, Jack?

[Harrow] Jack Twine
took me under his wing.

Taught me everything I know.

The dead deserve respect.

Who looked after you both?

Me. I learnt to do a lot
of stuff while Mum was sick.

[Harrow]
Did you know the dead boy?

[James] I made that
false passport for him.

She’s never going
to do anything for me.

[Mila] I’d like
to talk to your son.

I've told the police

I don’t know why Max
was in that shipyard.

Is that Max Zoric?

What are you doing here?

This is Doctor Bramson.
He used to work here.

[Harrow] Is there anything
to explain why he fell?

A fight, drugs, anything?

[Grace]
No signs of struggle.

[Nichols] Well, it might
not be misadventure

if there were
two people involved.

If he's done nothing wrong,

I can help him.

[radio announcer]
Good morning, Gold Coast.

Hope you’re having
a great day so far.

Here are the news headlines

you need to know
about this morning.

Motorists are being
warned to expect delays
in Mudgeeraba this morning

after a car rolled
on the Pacific Motorway

near Merrimac overnight.

And new data
has revealed Australia...

[radio drowned out by engine]

[loud thump]

[engine stops]

Oh, shit!

[disquieting music]

[theme music]

[sombre music]

[door opens]

Early start.

Well, sleep and I
have never really been
on the best of terms.

You’re second‐guessing
my work too.

No.

Then why are you
looking at him?

Bramson is paid
to find fault,

even if there isn’t any.

I’m just trying to see
what he might pick on.

Why are you interested?

I mean, this
doesn't have anything

to do with you anymore,
does it?

No.

So you’re telling me
that you’re pre‐empting
Bramson’s findings

out concern for my reputation?

Is that
so hard to believe?

Yes.

I don’t want you to be wrong.

I want this boy’s death
to be misadventure,

because he has my name
in his passport.

And I want to believe
that I do have a son,

somewhere out there.

And that he’s a long,
long way from all of this.

So, do you like it?

Yeah, it’s cool,

but I don’t know why
you’re showing me this.

We already have a house.

Yeah, in burbsville.

Here we're in staggering
distance of four clubs,

three pubs and
a very, very sweet deli

that will make you the best
Reuben you’ve ever had.

So you’re showing me all this

after you hid
from a courier that came
for you at Mum’s house.

I love how smart you are.

Are you worried?

A little, yeah.

So you gotta move out.

And I think you should too.

What sort of shit
have you got me into?

You’re not in any. I just...
I don’t want you to be.

You know, this is all stuff
that I’m trying to clear up.

But if we're here,

if you’re here,

then at least
I’ll know you’re okay.

None of this matters anyway.

We cannot afford this place.

Really?

Come with me.

Hi, can I help you?

To collect.

Christian.

I’ll be
right back, Mr Grey.

I didn’t order three.

Uh, ordered three
and paid for three.

[Theo]
So you just need one?

I can refund the other two.

Have you got
your card on you?

Uh...

Oh, I didn’t bring it with me.

Fern, you can
pay me back, right?

Cheers.

So one thousand nine hundred.

I can’t believe
you just did that.

What?

What? Those phones cost
a pittance to make.

I don’t care. You just
made me complicit in fraud.

Oh, come on! It’s not like
you didn’t do some dodgy shit

when you lived out of home?

Yeah, and I almost went
to jail not that long ago.

You won’t get caught.

How do you know that?

That was on my card.

You wanna
see me get arrested?

I shouldn't have used you.

That sucked.

No more.

I won’t.

Where the hell...

Looking for this?

Oh, yes.

Sidamo Arabica.
Imported from Ethiopia.

Expensive?

I’m not sure.

You want special coffee,
you pay for it.

Fine.

‐[signal siren sounds]
‐Oh!

Motor vehicle accidents,
of, uh, different sorts.

Kaara Oberg, 17,
high school student.

Cyclist down the coast
found her

in a car in a ditch
soon after dawn.

It's looking
like she was drinking

at an end‐of‐year
school beach party,

drove off,
went down embankment.

SOCOs took her temp.

They seem to think it happened
sometime between 1 am and 3 am.

Uh, photos coming.

Now this one,
Mitchell Vanderhaust,

also 17,
also Gold Coast.

Run over by a tractor
on a beach just after sunrise.

Run over by a tractor?

You want this one?

It’s unusual.

Dr Fairley, can you please
attend to this one?

Dr Molyneux, have you
done a vehicle crush?

No.

[Warrington] You can
work with Dr Fairley.

Dr Harrow, you can look
after the young woman.

‐[hurried footsteps]
‐[staffer] Ms Warrington?

Sergeant, you’d
better come to the foyer.

[Vanderhaust]
Pathetic! And your daughter
was nothing but a drunk!

[Oberg] How bloody dare you!

‐Hey! Hey, police!
‐[men shouting]

Hey! Move apart!

Just move apart, please.

Calm down!

‐Mr Oberg?
‐Yeah.

Mr Vanderhaust?

[Nichols]
Okay, gentlemen.

Now I need
to speak to you separately.

I just wanna know
what happened.

I’ll tell you
what happened, alright?

My boy is dead and I know
it’s your daughter’s fault!

She was
in that car by herself.

We don’t know
what happened yet.

Well, my son
never touched a drop

until he started hanging
around with his daughter.

Kaara didn’t drink.

Whole school
knew she was a drunk.

‐She wasn’t.
‐And now my son is dead,

all because
of your pissy little‐‐

Hey, okay! Okay, enough!

Enough. Mr Vanderhaust,

you come with me please.

Mr Vanderhaust!
Can we use a room?

Please, please.

Alright, alright,
alright, alright.

I’m okay. I’m okay.

I'm okay.

Mr Oberg?

Do you want to sit down?

Your daughter Kaara
is in there.

Have you come to see her?

I don't know.

The police showed me
enough to identify her.

What happens?

Well, with
any unnatural death,

we conduct an autopsy
to confirm how she died.

She crashed.

It’s my job to find out why.

She wasn’t drinking.

Pardon?

Don’t listen to anything
that he says.

He’s wrong.
Kaara wasn’t drinking.

Well, how did
Kaara know Mitchell?

Oh, he and Kaz were
boyfriend and girlfriend.

But she's‐‐

She was a good kid.

She looked after herself,
not like me.

She‐‐ she ate well.
She never drank.

No.

Mr Oberg, why don’t you
come inside too,

and, uh,
we’ll take care of you.

There's no point.

Everything good’s gone.

[blues recording playing]

I didn’t know
when you were coming, so...

I was outside
talking to her father.

[Edwina] According
to the police report,

it was her father’s car
she crashed.

And she was barefoot
in the accident pics,

so it does look like she drove
straight from the beach.

So drink driving, huh?

Her father said
that she wasn’t drinking.

Oh, come on.
Seventeen, end of school?

He seemed very convincing.

You weren’t invited
to many beach parties, were you?

I was invited
to heaps of beach parties,

thank you very much.

But when I say parties,

I mean
Dungeons & Dragons bouts.

And when I say beach,

I mean the chess club at school

if Mrs Yewen
was in a good mood.

But I will have you know
that Valnos Fenleaper

was a formidable
half‐elf fighter.

But it does look like she lost
control of the car

soon after leaving the beach.

Do we have
her medical records?

[Edwina] There’s not much.

Just a basic summary from
her bulk billing medical centre.

Repeat visits
querying whether she had
irritable bowel syndrome.

She was on a waiting list
to see a specialist.

And a doctor’s note concerned

that she might have
an eating disorder,

which she denied.

Her father said that she
looked after herself.

And you believe that, too?

Didn’t seem
that he had a reason to lie.

But parents
don't always know

what their kids
are actually like.

How about her hands?
Anything under her nails?

Any sign of violence?

No,

but there is this.

‐Paint?
‐Mm.

Is the CT ready?

[suspenseful music]

[computer beeps]

What do you see?

Uh, a clear break
between C2 and C3.

A lateral shear?

Mm. Looks like on impact,

her head slammed
into the hard window

and the weight of her body
snapped this fragile joint.

[Edwina] Mm.

Here are more photos.

[Harrow] She wasn’t
wearing a seatbelt.

Why?

There’s your answer.
Ended school.

Celebrated with her friends
and boyfriend

at the beach party.

Drank too much.

Well let’s prepare fluids
for a full tox.

Where’s her boyfriend?

[Edwina]
His PM’s still going.

Nope, no way within an hour.

We don’t know that.

‐We can guess.
‐We're not here to guess!

[knock on door]

Can we help you?

Haven’t started
internals yet?

‐We’ve been arguing.
‐Discussing.

Don’t let me interrupt.

Family disputes
can get very ugly

between you hillbilly types.

Maybe you can help settle it.

Ohh!

Heat loss, in sand.

Okay.

Mitchell Vanderhaust was run
over by a sand‐grooming tractor.

The Scenes of Crime arrived

an hour after the tractor driver
phoned triple zero.

But in that time,

his body temperature
had dropped to ambient.

In an hour?

It’s possible.

Was the sand wet or dry?

I mean, was there rain?
Was there wind?

Had his clothes been damp?

All of which I said.

And there’s
also evidence to support
that consumption of alcohol

can cause a drop
in the set point

of the brain’s
thermoregulatory centre.

We’ve sent off
bloods and urine.

And there you are.

What do you think?

You think he was already dead?

I don’t know.

Do you dispute
that vehicle crush
is what killed him?

I still think it’s fishy.

Oh, beachside puns,
fantastic.

I’m starting internals.

Fairley, stop.

[suspenseful music]

So here is the sand
we found on Mitchell’s body.

And here is the sand
we found on Kaara’s body.

‐Different sands.
‐Different beaches.

But supposedly they were
at the same party.

You don’t fancy a trip
to the seaside, do you?

So, where
do you think it happened?

Uh, somewhere between here
and the tide line.

So on dry sand?

It looks like it.

See, dry sand is more
of an insulator than
wick for heat loss.

Yes, which makes him losing
all his heat within an hour
seem very odd.

And this isn’t the sand
we found on Kaara Oberg.

I don’t see any evidence
of a beach party, do you?

Let’s see if Nichols knows
where that party was.

[line ringing]

I hate the beach.

Do I leave my shoes on
and get sand in them,

or do I take 'em off

and still get
those annoying little bits

in between your toes
once I put my socks back on?

It’s all the big issues,
isn’t it?

Well, here’s where it was.

We talked to the kids
who went to the school

that Kaara and
Mitchell Vanderhaust attended.

Apparently,
they were both here.

This is the sand
I found on Kaara.

But not on Mitchell.

So how did he get there?

Well, I imagine
his girlfriend drove him.

Well, party, party, party,
boyfriend, girlfriend here.

They want alone time.
They drive to the other beach,

he falls asleep,
she leaves him there,

she sadly
goes off the road.

Look, what I wanna know is,
what are your problems?

Well, Mitchell Vanderhaust
was run over

by a tractor driver
at dawn,

but his body temperature
suggests

he might have been dead
before that.

Alcohol poisoning?
Drug overdose?

And what’s
the fly in your ointment?

Well, I know that Kaara died
in the car crash.

But her father
said she didn’t drink.

Her alcoholic father.

Yeah.

And on the strength of that,

you’re not convinced
she drunk‐drove?

Yeah.

Possible overdose,
possible not drinking,

both of which should be
answered by a toxicology report.

‐Yes.
‐Yeah.

Then why am I here?

I got sand in my shoes
for nothing.

[Grace] Hey, we should
get going too.

I’ve got to help
my uncle write up the PM.

[Harrow] I’m going to poke
around a little bit longer.

[Grace] Of course you are.

Bryan, would you mind
giving me a lift?

[suspenseful music]

No! Wait!

‐Wait a sec!
‐[engine hesitates]

No, no, wait, wait,
wait a sec!

Wait a sec! Wait!

‐[engine hesitates]
‐Please!

Shit.

Flooded it.

You don’t look like a cop.

I’m with the Coroner.

You knew Mitchell Vanderhaust
and Kaara Oberg?

Why does it matter now?

[Harrow] They were here.

They left, and they died.

But I’m not sure I understand
exactly what happened.

Did they leave to be
alone together?

What?

They had a fight.

About what?

I don't know.

‐Maybe‐‐
‐Maybe what?

Look, Mitchell was
this golden boy.

And Kaara...
Kaara wasn’t academic.

She wasn’t sporty.

She was always wagging school,
so maybe they broke up.

And yet they left together.

Did you see them leaving?

It was a party.
We had other things to do.

You’ve never been
to a beach party before?

Heaps.

Did Kaara drink?

Why?

Her father said she didn’t.

Mitchell’s father said she did.

Like I said,
what does it matter now?

[engine hesitates]

[starts]

[Madison] Can I go?

[mobile phone ringing]

[sighs]

Yep?

Mitchell Vanderhaust was clear
of all drugs except for alcohol.

His BAC was point‐one‐one.

High enough for him
to fall asleep on the beach,

but not fatal.

So it was the tyre crush
that killed him.

‐[Edwina] Yep.
‐And Kaara?

Her blood alcohol
was point‐two‐six.

She was well drunk.

I’m sorry.
Her Dad was wrong.

Okay. Thanks.

[lift bell chimes]

Mr Oberg?

How can I help you?

They... they said
you’d done the autopsy.

Can I take her home now?

Not yet. I’m sorry, no.

But, Charlie,
I’ve got some bad news.

I know you said
that Kaara didn’t drink, but‐‐

It's okay.

Mitchell’s father
sent me this.

[mobile phone beeps]

[Kaara] Leave me alone!

[boy]
Bit tipsy, Skinny, huh?

Into your Dad’s rumbo
again, eh?

[Kaara]
Shut up! Shut up!

Shut up, you dicks!

What the shit
are you doing, Zags?

‐Your girlfriend’s drunk again.
‐Turn it off! Now!

[boy] Sorry, Mitch.

I thought I knew her.

I thought she looked
after herself.

She was always so picky
about what she ate and drank.

But they were right.

She was a drunk, like me.

[bell chimes]

Just, uh, uh,

someone’ll let us know
when she’s ready to go, yeah?

Yeah.

[door beeps, opens]

[Edwina] Hey.

Nice stitching.

I’m ready to put her away.

You okay?

Yeah.

Yeah, just, uh...

just wanted things
to be different.

She was young.

She drank. She drove.

It’s how bad things happen.

I guess so.

If you're
looking for a heart,

I think there’s
a snake one here somewhere.

You do realise this is
an alcohol‐free workplace.

It’s just there
to balance the desk.

May I sit?

Please.

You were upset this morning,

when I didn’t give you
the tractor crush case.

A little.

I assigned you the PM
you didn’t want

because I just needed to see
you could do your job.

And instead,
you spent the whole day

trying to project
a mystery into it.

Did you solve it?

Her father swears
she didn’t drink.

No. Not yet.

Your work performance,
dating back to 1998.

Now on average you perform
just as many, if not more, PMs

as any other pathologist here.

But you don't do them
in order,

you don’t do them on time.

You might spend
two days on one

and then a week
of all‐nighters
making up for it.

You are
hardly in your office.

No one knows where you are
or when your work will be done.

And that one?

QIFM’s running costs.

Slightly more than half
a million dollars over budget.

People have to go.

So who should I start with?

Rosamie in Histology?

She does her job on time,

and she is a single mum
with two young kids.

Jerome in Maintenance?
He’s 54 years old.

How do you think he’ll fare
getting a job if I let him go?

Or do I look closely

at the employee
who does his job,

in his own way, regardless
of its impact on everyone else?

Who would you pick?

[tense music]

Look over these if it helps.

Dammit!

Oh, if you want to do
some light housekeeping,

my office needs some.

Look at this.

Jack.

What a teacher.

What a pathologist.

What would Jack do?

About what?

Fairley, what are you doing
with your old files?

I’m looking for mistakes.

Remember that private thing

that we discussed
on our camping trip?

The leech on your testicle?

My retirement.

Well, Warrington
just came to see me, and‐‐

You were right.

Bramson has got me spooked.

You know,
I spent half the afternoon

going over my notes
on the Max Zoric
post‐mortem and‐‐

‐And?
‐And...

I don’t know whether I might
have got something wrong.

When we were doing it,
we thought he was your son.

And I thought
I'd be fine with that,

but I wasn’t.

I was so afraid of messing up
your son’s autopsy

that I fear I was blinkered.

I fear I might
have missed something.

Look, I’m sure you did
a very good job.

I can’t quit while Bramson
is going through this review.

If this turns into a crime,
it could take months.

And if he finds
that I did miss something,

then, well, I’m not leaving
with that as my swan song.

I understand.

Look, I’m sure you have
nothing to worry about.

You’re an excellent
pathologist, Fairley.

Jack would have been proud.

We were
so very upset for you.

I’m glad he wasn’t your son.

[electronic pop music playing]

Here we go!

[Fern] Uh,
what are we celebrating?

Us. Me, finally getting
to meet my long‐lost sister.

Cheers.

Cheers.

What about telling
your long‐lost sister
the truth?

About what?

The dead boy
who everyone thought was you,

who had Dad’s name
in his passport?

Is this
really the right time?

‐Alright.
‐Wait.

Wait.

His name was Max.

I worked for his mother

at a pretty big
software company.

Anyway,
Max was a bit of a lad.

You know, he liked the fast cars
and the pretty people

and the marching powder.

And he wanted
to leave the country.

I didn’t ask why,
but he needed a passport.

And you made it.

’Cause you don’t care
if things are legal or not.

I’ve developed
some bad habits.

[Callan] Ha!

But a six thousand‐pound
medical bill

is a lot
for a 14‐year‐old kid

trying to look after
his sick mum.

So, yeah,
I've taught myself

some dodgy shit.

But I had nothing
to do with Max’s death.

Then how did he die?

I don’t know!

That’s why I need my phone.

You see,
I never trusted Max.

That’s why I diverted
the security cameras

at the shipyard to my phone,

in case he stabbed me
in the back.

As it turned out, when I got
there and gave him his passport,

he said he didn’t have any cash.

So I went back to the car
where my phone was,

and it was being towed
by the cops.

I went back to tell Max,

and he was dead.

Then tell the cops.

What, and go
to jail for 15 years
for forging passports?

[mobile phone ringing]

Hi.

Hi. You okay?

Yeah, yeah, I’m just out.

Uh, are you with your brother?

Am I with James?

No.

Why?

Oh, just wondering,
that’s all.

Okay. Well, I will
let him know if I see him.

Okay. I love you.

[sighs]

[Jack] Oh, not that one.

I never liked that one.

Still fussy then, Jack?

You’ve got Johnnie Bassett
there, haven’t you?

Mm.

Oh, please, help yourself.

[slow blues music]

I’m fine.

But I don’t appreciate
the dead coming back
to my boat, Jack.

Well, I don’t
think you’ve got a choice

where they turn up anymore.

Good to see you
up and about again.

And you’ve got
both your legs back.

Also got my old teeth.

You’re not looking
too hot, though.

Hmm.

What a fine Eton mess.

[Harrow] Yeah.

Fairley asked it today.

"What would Jack do?"

How do I love a boy who seems
determined to avoid me?

Is that
what this is all about?

Being loved in return?

That’s not why we do this.

We love them
because they need loving.

We do the job we do
because it needs doing.

And we believe,
even though no one else does.

And that’s the only way

we get through
this shitty, beautiful life.

♪ I guess there's
no one to blame ♪

♪ Lord, I just can't help it ♪

I’m not sure I believe
anything James says.

[Jack]
You’re his father, Daniel.

You have to believe.

[song ends]

[suspenseful music]

Mr Oberg?

Mr Oberg?

[fly buzzing]

[knocking]

Mr Oberg?

Mr‐‐ Mr Oberg!

[knocks]

Shit!

Charlie!

Charlie!

Charlie?

Charlie?

[line ringing]

[man] You’ve dialled
emergency services.

Ambulance!
Come on, Charlie!

[sombre music]

[sighs]

Bread, crackers, cereal, rice.

All carbohydrates.

Kaara was trying
to watch her diet?

She was absolutely trying
to watch it,

avoiding carbohydrates.

You see, her GP thought
she might have had
an eating disorder.

She thought
she might have had IBS.

But I don’t think
it was either.

[Grace] Okay.

That’s an olive.

Capers.

Pepperoni.

Pizza.

There were pizza boxes
at the party beach.

Yet she was trying
to avoid carbohydrates.

Sure, but it was end of year,
she was celebrating,

she was letting her hair down,
she was drinking.

But if she was drinking,
then this undigested food

should have traces
of alcohol in it.

But...

It doesn't.

No alcohol?

She wasn’t drinking?

No. Just like her father said.

But how? Her blood alcohol
was through the roof.

I think Kaara
had auto‐brewery syndrome.

Her digestive system would
convert carbohydrates
into ethanol.

That would explain
why she had such a reputation

for drinking at school.

Any time she
ate carbohydrates,

her body would
convert them to alcohol.

And at the beach party,
she let her guard down,

ate pizza and
became intoxicated again.

So got dumped
by her boyfriend,

drunk, angry, hurt.

She drove over him?

And to hide it,
took him to another beach?

What?

You see, by her blood alcohol,
Kaara was so intoxicated,

she could hardly stand up,

let alone lift
Mitchell’s body into her car.

Well, someone did.

[ominous music]

[Harrow] Madison?

It is Madison, isn’t it?

May I come in?

Yes.

Is there sand in that vacuum?

From when you moved
Mitchell’s body?

It wouldn’t clean out
his blood, though.

I saw your note to Kaara.

You were her friend.

You were the one
who encouraged her

to apply for art college.

She was so clever.

No one else
seemed to notice.

He’d broken up with her.

He’d broken her.

No, don’t touch me anymore!

No, I don’t want
to hear it!

Just leave me alone!

[Madison]
She was so upset.

He didn’t know what to do.

He just
sat down behind the car.

He was pretty drunk too.

I wanted to go to her,

but Mitchell was still there.

[Harrow]
You said that you thought

he left the beach
after the fight,

but he hadn’t, had he?

Well, I thought he had.

So I went to console her.

‐He’d fallen asleep
behind the car.
‐[engine starts]

And she started it.

She accidentally
put it in reverse and‐‐

She didn’t even know.

[Harrow] You knew if she was
charged with manslaughter

that she would
never go to art college.

[Madison] And I knew
that in the morning

the tractor would be going
across the main beach.

[Harrow] So you moved
his body to the other beach,

buried him
in the sand and left him,

all to save Kaara.

I thought I could.

She was so good.

[Madison, in video]
It’s beautiful.

You should put it
in your folio.

Yeah, well, even if I get in,
how can I go?

[Madison]
What do you mean?

Who’s gonna look after Dad?

[sombre music,
muffled conversation]

[sobbing]

If you’ve come to
give me another 50 lashes,

can it wait till tomorrow?

It’s been a big day.

You’ve been out again.
Most of the day.

Inspector Crowley rang me.

Apparently, a young woman
named Madison Wheeler

presented herself to police,

admitting
that she moved the body
of Mitchell Vanderhaust.

And the bottles in Kaara’s car
were her father’s.

Speaking of bottles.

Not quite appropriate.

Probably not.

But well earned.

And now I’m confiscating it.

Like I said,
alcohol‐free workplace.

‐Hey.
‐Hey. Nice work.

Are you okay?

Warrington stole my whisky.

Oh.

So I was thinking
of going to buy one.

Are you...

Oh, yeah,
I could do a wine, maybe.

Grace.

Ben.

Daniel.

Are you here to see me?

Benjamin, Benjamin, Benjamin!

Lyle.

[speaking Japanese]

[Fairley speaking Japanese]

[both chuckling]

Here you are.
As long as you need it.

Your uncle’s letting me store
some things in his garage,

till I get settled.

Anyway, Grace and I were just
off for a drink so, uh...

Great, we’ll join you!

So much to talk about.

Can I suggest a cheeky
little sake bar
I’ve discovered?

Dr Fairley, Dr Molyneux,
I’m glad I caught you.

There’s a meeting now
at the Department of Justice.

I think it’d be good
if you both came.

You too, Dr Harrow.

Why exactly am I here?

You were asked for.

[Hinton] Ah! Doctors.

Just in time. Please, sit.

[Bramson] We were just
going through the results

of my review
post‐mortem examination
of Ms Zoric’s son, Max.

Ms Zoric, are you okay
if we continue?

I... I understand completely
if it’s too difficult.

Please. I think we all want
to know what you’ve found.

Well, firstly,
I’d like to commend
Doctors Fairley and Molyneux

on their initial post‐mortem.

They demonstrated
a commitment to detail

that admirably reflects
the state’s determination

to reach an impartial
understanding of the facts.

And I, uh...
I concur with their finding

that the cause
of Mr Zoric's death

was a fall of some 6.5 metres,

his head striking the ground,
breaking the spine

between the third
and fourth cervical vertebra.

If I may respectfully ask,

if Dr Bramson concurs
with our findings,

then why are we here?

Well, you rightly identified

damage
to Mr Zoric’s right hand.

A fracture of the dorsal
metacarpophalangeal joint,

or knuckle.

[Fairley] Yes. Obviously
from his impact with the ground.

Well, that’s where we disagree.

As you can see
from our reconstruction
of Mr Zoric’s fall,

were there any finger injuries,

it would have been
hyper‐extension fractures

with the impact marks
on the tips.

That knuckle injury couldn’t
have been caused by the fall.

Well...

[Bramson] I believe the injury
is what is also known

as a "boxer’s fracture"

and happened not
when Mr Zoric hit the ground,

but when he hit someone else.

[ominous music]

[Fairley] It's possible.

But that could have happened
any time in the evening.

[Bramson]
Except the minimal swelling

says it occurred
very shortly before death.

Also, the angle
of the head wound of Mr Zoric

suggests that
he was carried over the rail

by significant
forward momentum.

Yeah, what are you
saying, Doctor?

I am saying that either Mr Zoric
ran deliberately at the rail

or, as the knuckle injury
suggests,

he was fighting someone
up there when he fell.

Harrow. Harrow!

What do you think?

About Bramson’s theory
that there might have been
someone else on the boat?

It’s possible.

Yeah, and it’s possible
that person

also could have written
your name in the back
of Max’s passport.

And that person left
a letter intended for you.

Look, you said
at the shipyard

that the security cameras
were off

in the hour
when Max Zoric died.

Do you think that phone
might have anything
to do with that?

Cybercrime tried to unlock it.
Couldn’t.

Dan, have you heard
from your son?

No.

I have to go.

I want you to get in touch
with the Fingerprint Bureau.

They found a partial print
on the ship rail here.

They also found
a smudged thumbprint

here on the glove box
of the Mercedes.

[Nichols] Mm.

[Brookes] And a solid
index print on the phone

they found in the glove box

that matches a print

that they lifted
off that letter.

And these prints,
definitely not Max Zoric’s?

These belong
to someone else.

The second autopsy’s
theory holds water.

Right.

So someone else was
with Max Zoric when he died.

[ominous music]

Yeah, good work.

[white noise]

[suspenseful music]

[whispering] Don’t
want her treading on it.

Right.

[ominous music]

[Harrow] Next on Harrow...

[Nichols]
I think Harrow’s son’s alive,

and I think he was involved
in Max Zoric’s death.

[Mila] I know you want
to protect your son,

but he’s not the person
you think he is.

He’ll never give up his boy.

He might, if he has
to choose between James
and his daughter.

I would never
put her in danger!

You already have!

[Harrow] How did he
end up in the pool?

[Grace] That looks
like a chemical burn.

[Harrow]
Familiar symptoms?

How did this happen,

on the same night,
in the same suburb?

Hardly a coincidence.

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