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(hammering in distance)

(suspenseful music playing)

(zips bag)

(body thuds in water)

(theme music playing)

(boot spurs jangling)

(snack chips crunching)

- (chips crunching) - (door opens, closes)

(Pavich) What are you doing?

- Watching High Noon. - No, no.

No, no. Why aren't you working?

- (sighs) I hate clowns. - Yeah, lots of people hate clowns.

You're being paid to complete an autopsy of one by 5 pm.

- (Harrow) Let Fairley do it. - You're doing it.

No. I'm not.

Daniel, the police need it by today.

There are people of interest who are a flight risk

because, ta-da, this looks like murder.

- Great. - Not great. They need to know if it is.

- Give it to Fairley. - I gave it to you.

I'm not doing it.

You think I don't know who this guy is?

Accusations of child molestation, but none ever stuck.

Now that he's dead,

the police are thinking one of this victims grew up, tracked him down,

surprised him on his yoga mat and broke his neck.

Then why aren't you doing the autopsy?

Because if I do it, I'll find that cause of death

is a subarachnoid hemorrhage on the base of the brain

as a result of traumatic medial laceration of the right vertebral artery

by excessive autorotation of the C2 and C3 vertebrae.

He died twisting his neck doing yoga in his makeup,

wearing it because it brought back sweet memories

of the tender moments he spent with all those children

whose lives he destroyed, hence the angel lust.

You want it done? Give it to Fairley.

With a bit of luck, he might suggest blunt force trauma,

the police will investigate and then enough dirt will come up on this shithead

that he'll be remembered as a child molester instead of a clown.

You really shouldn't interrupt a guy watching High Noon.

(upbeat music playing)

Fairley, you've been clowning around all afternoon?

Thanks to you, I'm late for my Kodo class.

Kodo. Japanese art of incense appreciation.

Ah.

You were right.

- Yeah. - (phone buzzing)

Harrow.

(siren wailing)

Has your daughter taken drugs before?

(Harrow) Not that I'm aware of. What was it she took?

Fern's symptoms suggests some sort of psychoactive, like MDMA.

But she's responded well.

- How did she get here? - She was left outside by someone.

They didn't stick around.

She's just in here.

She was here a moment ago.

(phone line out ringing)

- (Stephanie) Not a great time. - Is Fern there?

- No. - (Harrow) Has she called?

Using her actual voice?

She sent me a text, like, a week ago saying she's fine.

But why? What's happened?

She was admitted to emergency. She took something.

- When? - Party drug. But she was okay.

Which hospital? Is she okay?

- (Stephanie) Did you see her? - She left before I got there.

What do we do?

I don't know.

Just let me know if you talk to her.

(mellow music playing)

Do you know who I am?

Yeah. Bruce Reimers.

I'm not sure why you're here.

You get bored of hassling Fairley?

It's from your boss.

If I don't collect Livy's body by the end of the week,

the state will cremate her.

The end of the week? Well, you better...

No! No!

- Case is closed. - Reopen it.

- Reimers, your daughter wasn't murdered. - She was murdered!

Olivia didn't kill herself.

Your idiot mate Fairley got it wrong.

Hey! I don't like Fairley any more than you, but he is thorough.

Well, he missed something.

No.

(throws bolt on rifle)

You gonna shoot me?

Dead pathologists do shitty autopsies.

Whoa! Not Bettie!

Whoa.

Livy was murdered!

Look, I'm sorry.

You get what everyone else gets. You get the system...

The system that looks at everything and makes a decision.

And the system decided that your daughter wasn't murdered.

Hey...

You are part of the system! You can change it!

Just because you don't like the answers doesn't mean you get special privileges.

(Harrow grunts)

You say that.

But you have a daughter, right?

You get to see her again.

I never will.

(panting)

Fern.

(man 1) You know, you can get new shears from Bunnings for, like, $10.

You don't get these at Bunnings.

This is an 1870 surgeon's kit by Mathieu of Paris.

- How do you know? - I read the box.

Google it.

Okay, maybe you don't sell it to street traffic,

but auction online, three grand, easy.

Hmm. Tell you what.

100 bucks.

- 900. - 200.

(girls chattering, laughing)

- 600. - 300.

- 500. - (Harrow) 500?

They're worth over three grand!

- 350. - Ta.

You're quick.

You were lazy. This is the closest pawnshop.

Next time I'll go further. Good night.

- You okay? - I'm fine.

You were on a hospital drip two hours ago. What was it you took? You gonna take more?

- Not right at this second, no. - Your mother's worried sick.

Yes! I got that from the 500 voicemails she left this afternoon.

Thanks for telling her.

What do you expect? You disappear for the best part of a year!

- I keep in touch. - Text messages. "I'm alive. I'm fine."

- You think that's enough? - Has to be.

- You could have died today. - It's my life.

- Bub, we need to talk. - We really don't.

- I have something to tell you. - I'm going now.

- I'll follow you. - You do that

and I swear you won't see me for another year.

What if I quit?

You couldn't leave work for two days straight, let alone...

What if I did?

What if I quit, and me and you, we sail to Bora Bora?

What, then you and me sit on the sand and play our guitars?

Yeah.

Why now?

You need me.

I don't need anyone.

Look, I should have tried harder. I should have quit sooner.

And I would've, if I...

Listen, there's a good westerly coming Friday.

Enough time for me to get Bettie tidied up. Come with me.

Friday.

Just say it. Friday!

Friday.

(Harrow) All right.

What's this gonna cost me?

Well, let's see.

(upbeat music playing)

Kind of early for drinking, isn't it? Even for you.

Do you remember our bet?

That you'd outstay me in this job?

Loser's pay.

I thought we talked about your crisis of conscience yesterday.

Come on, you've said you're quitting hundreds of times.

Ah, yes, but I've never typed it.

If this is about the pay scale, there is nothing I can do.

It's not.

- If you need counseling... - It's Fern.

You found her?

She was taken to hospital. She's okay, this time.

Take some time off, like you did last time when you were looking for her.

I promised. We're going away.

Your contract stipulates two weeks' notice.

Then you'll have to sue me.

(plants kiss) I quit.

(dramatic music playing)

(packing tape unspooling)

(Fairley) So...

it's true.

Yes. It's true.

- I stole your penis. - Oh.

But you can have it back.

You know, I'm going to like this office.

Fairley, you already have an office.

Hmm. But I want this one.

Aren't you going to ask me why I quit?

Nope.

In that case...

you can have your Yamazaki back too.

Oh!

(soft music playing)

- (song ends) - (knocking on door)

(door opens)

What are you doing here?

I said I couldn't help while I was part of the system.

(keys jangling)

Your daughter's place?

You've been paying the rent?

For the last 14 months.

I had to sell my place.

That's why I'm renting that shitbox in Moorooka.

- Haven't been working? - Who could work?

(mellow music playing)

Did you find her?

We were going to have dinner.

But she was late, so I came here.

That's where she hit her head.

No, that's where her head was hit.

- But wasn't she... - Drunk?

Oh, yes. Point-one-two blood alcohol level.

And an overdose of amitriptyline.

She had stopped drinking and she was off her antidepressants.

- Clearly, she wasn't. - I'm telling you, she was!

People can take pills and forget that they've taken them.

Then they take more.

And those tricyclic antidepressants can cause cardiac arrhythmia.

The pills didn't kill her!

- That did! Intrapa... - Intraparenchymal hematoma.

- Look, if she slipped and hit her... - She didn't slip!

She'd stopped drinking.

She was off her meds.

- This was no accident. - Do you think it was her fiancé?

Kurt Callana wasn't even charged. He has no motive...

Bullshit.

He killed her.

He did it.

And I can prove it.

Here.

"K-U." Kurt. That's what she was trying to tell us.

(birds chirping)

(distant clatter)

Fern?

Are you okay?

(sighs)

- I'm fine. - You were in hospital.

Are you all right? What happened?

Where are you staying?

I've been so worried about you.

So was your dad. He...

We don't know where you are, we don't know if you're hurt or sick or...

Sweetie, we're just trying to help, okay?

Don't. 'K?

Why won't you talk to me?

Where's my passport?

(cars honk in distance)

(Fairley humming)

- (phones ringing) - Cindy.

Hello.

"Big wanker."

Ahh.

(exhales)

(Fairley) Is that Olivia Reimers?

What did you find under her nails?

Nothing. What are you doing?

Nothing-nothing or nothing significant?

Nothing-nothing.

- You quit. - So no tissue from Kurt Callana?

- (scoffs) - (door opens)

You. Exam room two. You're still mine.

- (Simon grunts) - (door closes)

- So how's retirement? - Awesome.

Looks a lot like work, only with no pay.

- To the untrained eye. - You trained me.

Yeah, well, no one's perfect.

Look at her right lower jaw.

Could that be a pressure contusion from, say, a thumb?

Yeah. Or a tennis ball.

- Or a car door. - Shut up.

Or bumping into a stranger in a supermarket or slapping a mosquito.

Seriously, shut up now.

Pretty much anything, including hitting the ground after that happened.

- She's frozen. - I know.

- You won't find anything until she thaws. - I know.

And that could take a few days.

Is Pavich okay with you doing this?

She's totally cool.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

- Forensic pathology. - No, no, no, no, no, no. You've resigned.

You said I could be here.

No, I said, "Clean up your office."

You said no active cases.

- Olivia Reimers is not an active case. - Exactly. It's a closed case.

Her body's being destroyed in three days.

Yeah, probably, unless her father claims it.

He doesn't want to claim her.

Because he is bankrupt and he can't afford a funeral.

Leave it alone, Daniel. It's not your business.

Reimers thinks she was murdered.

Ohh! You think I don't know that?

I have a whole drawer devoted to his letters,

and the Department of Public Prosecution has even more!

Fairley has a restraining order against him, as does the girl's fiancé.

- Callana, yes. - Who was never so much as charged.

Look, Olivia Reimers was a diagnosed manic-depressive

whose cause of death Fairley determined was brain injury.

Fairley signed off on it, I signed off on Fairley,

and I am not reopening this case.

- I'm not asking you to. - Well, what are you asking?

You're right. Olivia Reimers is a closed case,

so her remains are no longer state's evidence.

There are three days until Reimers claims her or the state cremates her.

Let me have those three days.

I have her father's permission to reexamine the body, I just need yours.

Look, on Friday I get to spend time with my daughter.

Reimers will never get that again.

He just wants to know we didn't miss anything.

Just let me have those three days.

All right. Three days.

- But you don't get Simon. - (elevator bell dings)

- Good luck with Nichols. - (door closes)

(dramatic music playing)

(chatter)

(horse whinnies)

(Harrow) Looking sharp today, Nichols.

Jesus Chri... Go away, Harrow.

No need to ruin an already rotten day.

- I heard you were quitting. - I heard you did quit.

Can I help you?

Uh, Sergeant Soroya Dass.

New Scene of Crimes, just up from Melbourne.

Dr. Daniel Harrow. Prick.

So you're the new SOCO. What happened?

Someone tried to drown the foal of a prize racehorse.

Stablehand heard movement down here at the creek, he shouted out,

the foal escaped, the perpetrator got spooked and ran away.

Attempted equicide.

(Dass) I don't think it was a master criminal.

The killer didn't even bring a bridle.

It's a shit-job, dead-end case and I say we pack it up.

But you don't agree.

You can lead a horse to water, but...

You can't make it drown? (chuckles)

No bridle, so if not a stick, then...

- Carrots? - Or apples.

Which they do keep in a fridge up there where the horses are stabled.

- But? - Locked.

The complainant has the only key.

- Has the foal eaten? - Since rescue?

No.

So we should check its teeth for carrots.

Or apples. And if you find any...

Visit all the local convenience stores open before dawn

and see if they sold any carrots.

Or apples.

That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard.

Yeah, it's insane.

Come on, Brian, let's give it a shot.

What do you want, Harrow?

The Olivia Reimers case.

Ohh, f...

Bruce Reimers?

Showed me the tile.

"KU." Kurt. So, what?

Her last thoughts were of the man she was gonna marry.

Harrow, Olivia Reimers was a medicated manic-depressive.

There was no sign of forced entry, no motive, no sign of a struggle,

and Kurt Callana had a solid alibi.

See, that's why they call it a closed case.

So, what would it take to reopen it?

(laughs) For you?

A full confession from Kurt Callana.

(running vehicles)

(car stops)

(Harrow) Mr. Callana.

(Callana) Really sorry.

- Do I know you? - Daniel Harrow.

Hi.

My goodness, what a beautiful engagement ring.

- And a beautiful girl. - Harrow.

Yes, I work with the Coroner's Office.

You are aware that the body of Olivia Reimers,

former fiancé, is being cremated in two days' time.

That is, if no one claims her.

Her father's the executor of her will, I imagine he'll be claiming her.

But you're not even contesting that.

I mean, you were about to marry Olivia when she died.

You loved her, right?

So why aren't you even attempting to claim her remains and, you know, see her off?

- Sue, why don't you head up? - No.

Awkward.

It's not awkward.

I did love her. I loved Olivia very much.

And when she took her own life, it broke my heart.

And it took me a long time to put my life back together.

Now I've found somebody I love and who I want to be with.

Her father says you killed her.

Bruce Reimers?

Do you know why Olivia was on antidepressants?

Have you read her police report?

I trust we won't be bumping into each other again, Mr. Harrow.

♪ Woke up this morning ♪

♪ When chickens were crowing for day ♪

♪ Felt on the right side of my pillow ♪

♪ My man had gone away ♪

- (needle scratches record) - Hey! Careful. That's a second pressing.

I thought you'd gone home.

And we all thought that you'd gone for good.

What are you doing? You're breaking into my files.

- I'm looking for her police report. - So you can prove that I was wrong?

That you're better than me?

- You're a good pathologist, Fairley. - But not as good as you?

You're not better. You're lucky.

You go dancing around, trying to find out what the victims did,

what they thought, what they were like.

You know what Olivia Reimers was like?

Well, too bad, she's dead.

You know the reason she died? There.

- Massive hemorrhage. - That's the cause, not the reason.

I want to know why, yes.

I want to know why she drank two cups of vodka when she wasn't drinking.

I want to know why her stomach was full of amitriptyline when she was off her meds.

We are not in the "why" business, Harrow. We are in the "what happened" business.

Sometimes you can't tell what happened unless you know why.

That's the police's job. It's the courts' job. It's not our job.

Look, will you just show me her police report?

(grunts) You want to know why Olivia Reimers killed herself, do ya?

Right.

- There. - Suicide note.

Hmm. Read the last bit.

"I can't handle it anymore.

The memories of what my father did to me just won't go, so I have to."

She killed herself because of her father.

Hmm? There's your "why."

Log off when you're finished.

(knocking on door)

Reimers.

- Harrow. - Did you touch your own daughter?

What?

Did you interfere with your daughter Olivia?

- No. - I read her suicide note.

- You didn't think to mention that? - Don't believe that note!

I never touched her!

Were you the reason she was on antidepressants?

- Yes, but I... It's not... - I believed you.

If you're thinking of moving in, there's quite a few people in front of you,

but I'm prepared to look at your references.

Bora Bora.

You spoke to her.

She spoke to me. Eight words.

"I'm fine." "Don't." "Where's my passport?" And "Bora Bora."

Technically, seven words. Bora Bora, which means...

It's not a joke, Daniel.

I know.

And I have tried everything, everything, to reach out to her,

- and now not only are you talking to her... - I tried too.

- ...you are taking her out of the country. - I didn't plan it.

I got her to stand still for four seconds, to listen.

So you expect me to believe that you quit?

I did.

Call work.

(siren wailing in distance)

So Fern let you in.

Not yet.

But if I can talk to her, maybe we have a chance.

Why is she like this?

Other kids get through divorce.

So Bora Bora.

Very Brando.

Pack fat clothes.

That's just what she said.

Don't let her down,

because if you do, I swear to God I will put you on a slab myself.

(slow music playing)

(dramatic music playing)

(Fairley) "Smooth transition."

That's what you said.

I seriously don't have time for this, Lyle.

What, and you think I do?

You call this smooth?

"A Fairley Small Penis."

(door opens)

- Argh! Lovely. - (Pavich laughs)

(old blues record playing)

Finished already?

Don't put her back in the sub-zero.

I know. She's scheduled for cremation tomorrow.

No, no. Her remains have been claimed.

Reimers doesn't have two cents for a funeral.

It wasn't Reimers who claimed her body. It was Kurt Callana.

(zips body bag)

Callana? Why?

Why now?

Is this any of your business?

Well, don't you think it's strange?

For more than a year he wants nothing to do with her,

then suddenly, when I go to see him and start asking about Olivia, he...

You went to see him?

There's something he doesn't want me to find.

(sirens wails in distance)

- (metal detector beeps) - (Guard) Belt.

I just want to go up to CIV?

(beeps)

(beeping)

(tone oscillates)

- Shirt. - What?

Take off your shirt.

Yvonne, it's me.

Daniel. I've been coming here for years. I went to your 40th.

Shirt, sir.

Or leave.

(dramatic music playing)

(Nichols) What the hell are you doing here?

- Why aren't you returning my calls? - Ohh, jeez.

- What do you want, Harrow? - Kurt Callana.

You told me that he had a solid alibi.

- Yep. - Well, what was it?

When Olivia Reimers died,

Kurt Callana was on the other side of town at his mother's house.

- His mother's? - Yeah.

So just leave it alone.

(dramatic music playing)

(siren wailing in distance)

(lights on)

(suspenseful music playing)

(exhales)

(Harrow) Those are purchase contracts for property she bought.

Why would she photograph her own signature over and over?

Because that's not her signature.

I wonder.

Look who she bought those properties from.

(Reimers) Callana.

They were his dud properties.

He offloaded them to Olivia, stuck her with his bad debt.

So she was taking photos of them as proof.

(camera clicking)

- Olivia? - (door closes)

Olivia?

(Callana) Olivia?

So he forged the suicide note.

But when I came to see you and told you about the note,

you admitted that you were the reason she was on antidepressants.

I used to make money.

Working all hours.

When Olivia came along, I didn't stop.

I hired baby-sitters and tutors and...

when was she older, I sent her to a private boarding school.

But all she wanted was to be with me.

But I said, "I'm not spending all this money so you can come home."

I said no.

And that's when she started...

But when she needed me, I said no.

Is this enough...

to go back to the cops?

No.

But it's enough for me to believe you.

- (cell phone vibrating) - (birds chirping)

What's up, Dad?

You answered.

Did I wake you?

It's nearly five in the morning. Of course, not.

What's wrong?

Nothing. I...

I'm just bored and I...

So you called me.

Yeah.

Checking in?

(chuckles) Yeah.

Hmm.

I'm gonna go to sleep now.

- Uh, hey. - What?

On the Bettie, you still got that old DVD player, right?

Yeah.

Okay.

(Simon) Have you been here all night?

- You're in early. - I had a dream about you.

You know, not only are you just not my type, you are not anybody's type.

I was worried about you. You weren't answering your phone.

Ah, shit. Silent. Sorry.

It's Fern, isn't it?

- Why you resigned. - It's all gonna be okay.

What time are they coming for her?

First thing. Eight.

Have you ever been depressed?

No.

- Not even about being gay? - (laughs)

No, no, no. I mean it.

Some people have total asshole parents that make it really hard to come out to.

No, my parents were cool.

Maybe it was that simple.

Maybe that's why she drank and took too many pills.

Here's the thing. She didn't.

Sure, she had lot of alcohol in her blood and a lot of pills in her stomach.

But most of them were undigested.

This central incisor is freshly chipped.

- How recently? - Very.

Fairley figured she chipped it when she hit her head.

But it wasn't on the bathroom floor, and it wasn't in the stomach contents.

It could still be in her throat.

Endocam.

(machinery beeps)

Huh. Something hard impacted there.

Ah. But look at that.

Scratched.

Well, she was in the bathroom.

She took too many pills, maybe she changed her mind,

tried to make herself vomit, scratched her throat with her own fingers.

Except there was no tissue under her fingernails.

Not even her own.

So she didn't scratch her own throat, then maybe someone else did.

(suspenseful music playing)

His alibi is that he was pruning roses.

But he wasn't.

(Callana) We buy it together.

- It's in both of our names. - I already have an apartment.

- We can sell it, or we can rent it out. - Why can't we live there?

Because we need the equity in this other property.

I don't need any more... water.

Underhydration is the most common cause of bowel upset.

Lovely to see you again, Kurt.

Ooh, I'm sorry, does that hurt?

Call the cops.

Sure. But let me have a look. I'm a doctor, after all.

Never saved a patient yet.

(groans) Let me go.

No, no, I insist. This won't hurt a bit.

- Aaah! - It'll hurt a lot!

Unhh! Ohh, nerve endings!

Call the police.

Call an ambulance.

Tell them we have a patient with a fresh fracture to his proximal phalange.

That's gonna need an X-ray.

(dramatic music playing)

Thank you, driver. See you next time.

I always imagined the bail fairy to be taller.

Can you imagine how unhappy she is?

- Did they X-ray Callana's hand? - Yes.

- Did they find the tooth chip? - Yes.

How did Fairley take it?

How do you think?

(Harrow) You're gonna miss me.

(newscaster) Detectives today

took into custody 35-year-old real estate agent Kurt Callana...

I need that report.

...former fiancée, 28-year-old Olivia Reimers

who until recently had been thought to have taken her own life.

May I?

(mellow music playing)

My mooring fees are up to date, officer.

So this is where you live.

Not for long. I'm off to the tropics tomorrow.

Yeah, I heard that.

Hey, jump on.

Something I want to show you.

(Dass) You're gonna love this. You're gonna want to cancel your trip.

A fisherman found something down there this afternoon.

It's illegal to fish here.

Yeah, well, I for one am glad that he did.

(Harrow) Are those... bones?

Human bones.

We've already sent a bunch of loose ones down to Turbot Street.

- Do you know what they're encased in? - Concrete.

Well, it's definitely not suicide.

(suspenseful music playing)

Knew you'd love it.

Hey! Have you seen this?

Adult male pulled from the river, set in concrete.

Yeah, Soroya told me.

"Soroya."

- Skull? - Well, not yet, apparently.

They're gonna keep diving. Have a look at this.

(Harrow) A finger. Severed. By a propeller?

I don't know. It looks mechanically cut to me.

I mean, scissors. Secateurs.

- And look at these ridges. - Hmm.

Shouldn't you be packing or something?

Yeah.

Fern... I'm sorry.

I have to stay.

(shuts off motor)

(suspenseful music playing)

(hammering in distance)

(machinery grinding)

(zipping the bag)

(body thuds in water)

(splash)

(crickets chirping)

(theme music playing)