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(Harrow) Previously on Harrow...

- Where are you? - (Harrow) Airlie Beach. Work.

- Who with? - Nichols.

You're the Phys Ed teacher.

Jesse Walsh.

Stephanie Tolson.

(Fern) How is he?

(Simon) He misses you.

He quit?

He really was quitting and then...

I love him but your dad's a kind of a selfish guy, Fern.

I need a really accurate idea of how long he's been in the river.

(Simon) Look at this. It's a serial number.

We can look this up and find out exactly who this guy is.

(woman 1) It's near some excellent schools

and very close to the bus stops.

And there's a large backyard for the kids.

- Okay. Boys? - (boys chattering)

- (older boy) I'm gonna get you. - How much is it a week?

(woman 1) Seven twenty, but they may negotiate.

(Thomas) Hey, Eli! Look!

Check it out. Wanna climb it?

(Thomas) Come on! It's just next door.

(Eli) Race you to the top!

(Thomas) Get out of the way!

(Eli) I'm gonna win!

I can't get up!

Eli! Eli!

Hey! You can't be here!

Get out of here or you'll be sorry!

I'm gonna throttle you little bastards!

Get off my property! Go on, get!

(screams)

(theme music plays)

(reverse gear beeping)

(Simon) I thought you might do this.

Steal the radius plate, hide out here,

then when I go looking for you, you slip back inside

and take all the credit with the lovely Soroya Dass.

(chuckles) Am I that transparent?

(imitates Dass) "Oh, Dr. Harrow, what a find."

The only thing that Dass knows about me after North Queensland

is how much I do not like North Queensland.

Let's ask her.

- She's in Exam 1. - Idiot.

So, what'd you find that's so exciting?

Simon found this in the river bones concrete.

(Simon) It's a Radius Compression plate.

So our John Doe had a broken wrist.

How does that help us?

Allow me to show you the good news.

Thank you. (inhales deeply)

Take a look at this.

(Dass) A serial number.

You handsome, clever man.

Kiriakos has cancelled my dive time, so no skull. But with this...

We'll find our guy.

So, who keeps the serial numbers on file?

Hospitals? Manufacturers?

Now, tell her the bad news.

Well, like the boss, this model is pretty old and has a very shady background.

It's a Simi-Tech model from the '90s,

and Simi-Tech went bankrupt years ago.

Okay, so I take it back to Scientific, start calling hospitals?

No, let us chase this one up.

- We'll be faster. - But I've got the long arm of the law.

But we know the medical system.

Have you photographed this?

Yeah, photographed, catalogued and backed-up.

- Uh... - Okay.

Let's see who's faster.

Uh...

(Dass) Bye.

A race to identify a bone plate pulled from a dead guy's skeleton.

- How erotic. - I should let you do it.

Fine, I'll do it.

I will do it.

You want to do it.

Go and sterilize something, will you?

(Simon) I'm putting my money on Dass.

I suspected you liked older women, Fairley, but there are limits.

It's a gift from the Symposium Committee.

Gratitude for my outstanding keynote address,

the full video of which is now trending.

On morenumbingthanvalium.com?

On the Orthopedics International Forum.

Listen, bone expert...

Don't mock me.

- I wasn't. - Oh.

Simi-Tech ortho plates.

Yes, they went out of business.

- I know. - They're bankrupt.

- I know! - So why are we still talking?

Which hospital did ortho surgeons work out of in the '90s?

St Catherine's.

Excuse us.

Here's where we keep the files, but nothing has been digitized.

You have to search for everything by hand.

(Harrow) All of it?

Is there any sort of system?

By year, patient or surgeon?

It is sorted by year.

Do you have any idea about what year you're looking for?

No.

Is there any other way?

Well, you could track down all of the ortho surgeons

that worked here in the '90s

and then ask for their individual files,

but I don't know how you'd do that.

- I'll leave you to it. - (deep sigh)

Thanks, Meredith.

Round one to Harrow.

Meredith told me a shabby man from the morgue had beaten me to it.

(sighs)

Welcome to a year's worth of sifting.

You know, I quite like Meredith's idea of tracking down the ortho surgeons.

Good old Meredith.

So, you starting that now?

Nope. Nor are you. Work beckons.

(man 1) I don't want you coming in my house. How many times?

- You're not coming in. - (Nichols) We have to come in.

We have to search the house.

(man 1) Well, you're not coming in without... I tell you what,

you need a search warrant. Do you know them rules?

- I know. - You know the rules.

- I don't care. - Here's the warrant.

- (camera shutter clicks) - (Dass) Harrow.

(man 1) You're not coming in my house.

What do you think?

Two years, three?

(sighs)

Three, four, five.

So, that's where she laid,

but animals have scattered the rest all over.

She?

Judging by the pelvic bone.

She.

So she's been lying here for years,

in the elements, unnoticed.

Or noticed but unreported.

(man 1) You're not coming in my house!

You've got no right to come around here...

(Dass) Let's take a look in the house.

Bloody hell, you're making this more difficult

than it needs to be, Mr. Connelly.

Why won't you open the cupboard?

- It's my private stuff. - (Nichols) Yeah, I'm aware of that,

but you know there's a dead woman in your backyard?

No, I didn't know there was a dead woman in my backyard,

and I told you that.

So, when did your wife go missing?

(man 1) I've told you that! Jesus, five years ago.

Don't go in there!

Stop!

Please!

(Dass) How much are you drinking each day, Mr. Connelly?

(man 1) That's nobody's business either.

(Nichols) Okay. The search warrant covers the cupboard.

Now, either you open it, or we'll force it open.

It's my stuff.

(ominous music playing)

(camera shutter clicks)

(Harrow) Jack?

Here's some more supplies.

You wanna talk about it?

Do you?

Not yet.

Simi-Tech.

Why did they go bankrupt?

Simi-Tech used to make some pretty good gear

until they had a bunch of plates made in Estonia? No, Armenia.

The plates caused all sorts of problems,

resulting in a class action

against a few ortho surgeons.

You would have known which ones.

Would this have anything to do with your nocturnal visit

to the recently-departed Hovard?

(sighs) Yeah.

I'll have to look in my little black book.

I'll get you some names.

(Callan) No one seemed to appreciate music today.

(sighs) You know one guy offered me five bucks to play Nickelback?

(Fern) Here.

Yeah, nah, I mean, Fish, the bond alone would have to be...

Seven-twenty, and another fortnight's rent in advance.

This is like half. We just need to go somewhere safe.

Just need to work harder and make some money.

- And that's what you want? - Yeah.

Okay.

(Harrow) Hmm, that's weird.

What's weird?

Some bones are missing, but most of them are from this hand.

- Animals? - Why just one hand?

- How old did you say the missing wife was? - (Dass) Fifty-one.

Well, the skeleton looks to be late middle-aged.

This is a mild vertebral fracture.

And there's another one here.

And you can see we've got bone thinning here.

Osteoporosis? Consistent with late middle-age.

Perhaps, but come take a look at this.

Her teeth are full of caries. Poor dental hygiene.

So we check the Public Dental Clinic.

Sure, but bad teeth, poor diet...

What if she's not 51 but 31,

with early onset brought on by poverty, by a really tough life?

So you're saying you don't think it's Connelly's missing wife?

Do you know what I think is weird?

I think it's weird that you think an alcoholic

with PTSD and a cupboard full of knives

and a dead lady in his backyard isn't a killer.

Well, he might be a killer, or he might just be bad at lawn maintenance.

Okay, so we check the systems and the public dental records

and we see who's right.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm great.

(clears throat)

Wait.

What?

Endocam.

There.

(Simon) A sharp blade could have done that.

Hmm.

- Have you got her shirt? - Mm-hmm.

(camera shutter clicks)

Stabbed.

Stabbed woman, lots of knives.

I'll let Nichols know.

- Can you give us a hand, Simon? - Yeah.

(Simon) So, you think the murder weapon is a double-bladed knife?

(Harrow) A boot knife. Standard issue to most soldiers.

Only problem is,

I didn't see one in the suspect's knife collection.

(Nichols) So, we've seen the last four tenants

who lived in the rental home next door to Mr. Connelly.

Now, who's next?

Cassandra Dalton.

- Six-month lease... - Right.

...four years ago.

(Nichols) Cassandra Dalton.

(Harrow) Oh, my. Beautiful woman, Bryan.

If you are going to swipe right,

you do know you have to do it on a phone?

Piss off, Harrow.

- What do you want? - Are these Connelly's neighbours?

Who rented the house next door over the last six years, yes.

And?

Well, so far, about as useful as an ashtray on a motorbike.

Nobody saw anything.

Why are you here?

Do you remember seeing something like this

in Connelly's knife collection?

(Nichols) Nothing like that.

- Do you think this killed our victim? - I do.

Okay.

Ta.

Now, off you go.

- Julie. - (knocking on door)

Mr. Connelly? Hello?

Mr. Connelly?

I'm not with the police. I'm with the coroner's office.

Mr. Connelly, are you home?

Hello?

Mr. Connelly?

Jesus!

Mr. Connelly! (grunts)

No, no, no! No, you don't!

(grunts)

Come on!

Let's get this off.

(emergency sirens wailing)

(police radios squawking)

It's alright, Mr. Connelly. We'll have you at the hospital soon.

(Harrow) What makes you so sure he's good for it?

(ambulance doors closing)

You had one in your family, didn't you?

A drinker.

Every family's got something.

Here. The search of the Public Dental Clinic brought up a match.

And that's not Connelly's wife.

Well, doesn't mean Connelly didn't kill her.

(sighs) Who is she?

Sally Chenery, 31. Long-term homeless.

We're a long way from the homeless shelters.

Long rap sheet for public nuisance, mental health.

Thirteen years ago she served six months for abducting a toddler.

- Why only six months? - She gave him back the next day.

Hmm.

Anyway, Sally was reported missing four years ago.

Who reported her missing?

(Narelle) I first met her after I got funding

to make a documentary on homelessness. Brought some footage with me.

My name's Sally.

I'm homeless.

That means a lot of people have made up their mind about me

before they know anything about me.

Crim. Druggie. Grub.

(laughs)

I don't want this life.

I want what everyone wants.

I want a home.

I want a job.

I want my family.

No one will give me a chance, you know?

No one will believe me.

(man 1) Come on, we got to go.

- I don't want to. - Come on.

We're going.

(Dass) Pause it.

- Who's that? - (Narelle) I don't know.

- He wouldn't talk to me. - (Nichols) Go back to where he grabs her,

then move it forward frame by frame.

(man 1) Come on, we got to go.

- I don't want to. - Come on, we're going.

Stop.

That tattoo on his hand.

- There. - (Nichols) Yeah.

We can search knownies for that. You didn't speak to him?

(Narelle) No. I wonder if he might be the father.

Father?

The baby she said was taken away from her.

The one she said she used to sing to.

(Dass) Fifteen years ago, Sally was admitted to hospital with influenza.

She had a baby with her,

an unregistered baby that wasn't born in the hospital system.

So the registrar ordered a maternity test?

Which determined Sally wasn't the mother.

Mistake, maybe?

(Dass) The hospital did two rounds of DNA tests.

Child Services did a third before they took the baby away.

(mobile rings)

Soroya Dass.

It's just over here, next to the fence.

Does it get boring, being right all the time?

Not all the time. Just on workdays.

(chuckles)

This is going to be Connelly's knife,

and Nichols is going to charge him.

Hey, um, must be time for that drink.

(knock on door)

Coming! You're early.

- Jesse. - Stephanie Quinn?

- Tolson. - Fourteen days to pay, or it's court.

I have told you people, this is not my debt.

Not mine either, love. Fourteen days.

- (indistinct chatter) - (mobile rings)

Hey. You okay?

- Uh, I don't like doing this. - It's fine, it's fine.

Don't worry about it. How did you get here?

A friend. I'd better go.

Haven't spoken to Fern, have you?

- Have you? - No.

Hi.

I was just parking and I saw you, so...

This is Stephanie Tolson, my...

Ex-wife.

This is Soroya Dass, new SOCO.

- Right! - Hi.

Hi. I bet you're glad you missed out

on having to go to Airlie Beach with that crocodile business.

I did go to Airlie Beach with that crocodile business.

- Ah. - Sorry to interrupt.

I was worried, but I can see you're okay now.

This is your friend.

We should go and have a drink.

- No. - Yes.

- I don't mind. - Yeah.

Great.

Have you noticed the way he does this with his fingers

when he's thinking?

The thing is, he does that when he's not thinking.

He does it a lot.

- I don't do that. - You're doing it now.

(all laugh)

So Soroya,

Scenes of Crime. You work with dead bodies?

Sometimes. Hence forensic pathologists.

It's not so much work for Daniel as a way to show that he's right.

I'm not always right.

- And that he knows things. - I do know things.

It makes you wonder, though, how a man who can hear once

about a 15th century harpsichord from some royal orchestra museum...

That's the clavicytherium, from the Royal College of Music.

...can remember that, but you tell him

about his daughter's dance recital nine times, and he still misses it.

Ooh.

(laughs)

Smokers, obviously.

Reformed.

So, Daniel, how did you manage to convince this lovely woman

who you obviously irritate, into marrying you?

It was a long time ago.

I was 21. I'd just started my first year of teaching,

and my parents both died in a car accident.

I had to go and identify them, and Daniel was the one there.

And he was honest about how they died,

and that helped.

And then he called me every day for the next six months,

just to make sure I was okay.

And then I wouldn't let him go.

Long time ago.

We should be on our way.

Might lose our table.

It was nice to meet you, Soroya.

Yeah, you too.

Steph's nice.

Hmm.

Do you still love her?

Yeah.

But it's an old love that's run its race.

Why'd you lie to her, then?

About being up north with me?

I don't know.

It's been six years since I've divorced, but...

(sighs)

...this is the first time that I've felt...

(laughs)

I thought you were smart and you knew things.

Oh, God.

(mobile rings)

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Sorry.

It's my sister. I...

I have to go.

Sorry.

(Lindsay) You're still parking illegally up there.

- Oh, piss off. - I should report you.

It's illegal to beg. I'd report you.

You'd be an arsehole.

And you'd be a bigger arsehole.

- It's pretty cold, Linds. - (riffles money)

Still got that bunk on the boat.

No, I don't like confined spaces.

Well, the offer's always there.

Hey, listen, uh...

I need to find someone who was on the streets a few years ago.

He's 6'4", big trench coat,

a tattoo of a black sun on his hand.

I think he might have hurt someone.

6'4"? Black sun?

I'll ask around.

It's dangerous out here.

People don't appreciate that.

(mobile vibrates)

(door opens)

(hinges creak)

- (footsteps) - (door closes)

- Callan. Baby. Baby. - What?

We got to get out of here.

(security guard) Hey, who's that?

- Hey, you two, stop. - Aah!

Sorry, mate.

(security guard) Oi, you two! Get back here!

Fish!

Slow down.

Stop!

- Fish... - We can't keep doing this.

Doing what?

This.

Sleeping in strange places. I can't.

Here, come on...

Just come here.

Why do you get like this?

Why do you freak out?

You can tell me.

- Harrow! - What?

- You alright? - Great, mate.

- Got a name for your sun tattoo. - Uh...

(Harrow) We found Sally's remains in a suburban backyard.

Is there anything you can tell us about what happened?

Do I have to make a statement?

You were pretty rough with her on that video.

I was just angry with her because she wouldn't look after herself.

All she cared about what taking her photos and getting her boy back.

- You weren't the father? - Nah, it was long before me.

I don't think Sal knew herself.

She was always disappearing, you know? Looking for him.

- And then she got sick. - With what?

She didn't like to talk about it.

I remember that documentary day.

She had an appointment at the hospital. She didn't want to go.

So I took her.

A few days later, she was gone.

All she took was her camera.

I never saw her again.

It's Sunday. I have a grading.

What's so important?

The bandits are coming, but we can only pay in rice.

Oh, you see...

I think I missed something,

and I need a second opinion from a world-renowned osteology expert.

Hmm.

This bone thinning.

I thought it was early onset osteoporosis,

brought on by poor diet, poor health.

That's a fair conclusion.

But...

Osteolytic lesions. Could be as a result of abdomino-pelvic disease, or...

Or?

Ovarian cancer that metastasized into the bone.

Ovarian cancer.

Thank you, Lyle.

Hmm.

Most people, they don't even look at me.

They just keep their eyes to the ground, because they know that if they look up,

they might see me, and then...

(grunts)

Nice work.

(camera shutters click)

Is there film in it?

Don't get your hopes up. It's been out here for years in the rain.

There might be a photo of whoever killed her.

Do you think she was put up here?

Hmm, lift a body up here?

So she was stabbed.

Splenic artery severed. Bleeding out.

She knew it was bad, but she climbed anyway.

- Maybe to escape her killer. - Maybe.

And then she dies up here.

Skin and flesh fall off.

But this hand remains.

(Dass) These branches, how do we find out how old they are?

So they're actually called water sprouts.

And you're quite right, Dr Harrow.

They're shoots that arise from like main trunks and branches,

and in this case, from where a branch was removed.

Hmm.

Maybe it was to give a better view of the house next door.

(knocking on door)

Cassandra Dalton?

You used to be Mr. Connelly's neighbor?

I was wondering if we could ask you a couple of questions.

I thought I was clear when I spoke to Detective Nichols.

I never saw or heard anything.

Well, now we have a face.

Did you ever see that woman?

Sorry.

I'm sure I'd remember.

(Noah) Hey, Mum, have you seen my other...

Oh... I just lost my other one.

- What's your name? - Noah. Dalton.

Hi, Noah.

Do you recognize this lady?

No. Sorry.

I think we're done.

Noah, is this your mum?

- Yes. - We're done.

(Dass) What was that?

How old was that boy? Fifteen?

- I guess. - (sighs)

Remember Sally's rap sheet?

She kidnapped a toddler 13 years ago.

A 2-year-old, yeah.

- Who'd now be... - Fifteen, I get it.

Sally gave that kid back.

Because she wasn't crazy. She knew she had the wrong kid.

The hospital ran DNA tests. Child Services ran more tests.

There wasn't a mistake.

Sure. But what if Sally thought there was?

We need to find out if Noah there is adopted.

(Fern) Where have you been?

Why haven't you been answering your calls?

- Baby. - I'm sorry.

- Cal, what happened? - I'm such an idiot.

You said we needed money, so I went got gear off Billie to sell.

But right after, I got mugged.

Billie?

How'd you get the money?

(zipper rasps)

I'm so sorry.

I'll make back the money.

You went and bought gear off Billie, and right after, you got mugged.

You know, that would have been one of his guys, right?

I thought I was being smart.

- I got to go see Billie. - No way.

The guy's a psycho.

No, I'm not letting you.

(Dass) So, we've got the camera back from the lab.

That's taken from the tree.

(Harrow) Can you zoom in?

Hmm. It's Noah.

Another.

(tense music playing)

So Cassandra Dalton and her son lived here four years ago.

And Sally knew Noah was here.

She photographed him.

I think she came for him.

How long ago do you think these were polished?

A few years ago?

Watch your step.

(Dass) There's a lot of junk down here.

- See anything? - No.

Wait.

Blood.

She was crazy. She wanted Noah.

She came to take him, and Noah is not her child.

The hospital proved it.

You don't have to say anything right now.

I don't care.

I didn't know she died.

I didn't know she was in the tree.

I was just protecting my boy, not hers.

Mine!

What would you do to protect your child?

(knock on door)

Do you think I had your boyfriend rolled?

I know you did.

You're smarter than him.

So, what are you going to do about it?

It's what you're going to do.

(chuckles)

You're going to spot me

a thousand dollars worth of E.

I'm going to sell it,

then I'm going to give you $1,500.

And then we don't need to speak again.

(chuckles)

Doesn't look like E.

Yeah, it's something better, apparently.

Haven't had a chance to move them yet.

So you can.

1,500. One week.

(Sally on video) I want a home. I want a job.

- Most people... - Hi.

What's so important?

Sally's DNA results are in.

I thought you tested that days ago.

We tested her bones.

Once I learnt that Sally had ovarian cancer,

I sent Simon to the Oncology Department of Prince Edward's,

where she was diagnosed.

The Oncology Department took biopsy samples

of her ovarian tissue as part of her diagnosis.

They still had those samples.

Here is Sally's DNA from her bone sample.

And here is the DNA sample from her ovarian tissue.

They're different.

Sally had two sets of DNA.

She was a chimera.

She should have been born a twin, but in utero,

she absorbed the DNA of that twin.

And that different DNA resided only in her ovarian tissue.

Her body contained one set of DNA,

but her ovarian cells contained the DNA of her dead twin.

And that was the DNA that was passed on to Noah.

So, when the hospital tested this homeless woman's DNA

against that of an infant born outside of the hospital system,

they were different.

So they took him away.

So Noah is her son.

Yeah.

And no one believed her.

(birds chirping)

(Noah) I'm not supposed to talk to anyone.

But you want to, though, don't you?

It was you, wasn't it?

You snuck into old man Connelly's house.

Took his knife.

An army knife. A grown-up knife.

And you played with it, because that's what boys do.

Then there was that woman.

You'd seen her before, hadn't you?

- Lots. - Hey! Let go of him!

Ever since I was little.

No!

- (screams) - She was scary.

(screaming)

(Harrow) Then one day you were at home.

She came for you.

But you had Connelly's knife.

I was just trying to protect us.

(gasps)

We didn't know how badly I hurt her or where she went.

(camera shutters click)

She was my real mum, wasn't she?

What do I do now? Will I go to jail?

I don't know.

But I do know that your mum will go to jail for a very long time,

and I know that she'll do so happily to protect you.

It's up to you.

(mellow music playing)

♪ If I could save time in a bottle ♪

- ♪ The first thing That I'd like to do ♪ - Someone left this for you.

♪ Is to save every day ♪

♪ Till eternity passes away ♪

♪ Just to spend them with you ♪

♪ But there never seems To be enough time ♪

♪ To do the things You want to do ♪

What is it?

It's her boy.

♪ I've looked around enough to know ♪

♪ That you're the one I want to go through time with ♪

♪ But there never seems To be enough time ♪

♪ To do the things You want to do ♪

♪ Once you find them ♪

He's confessed.

The Dalton boy. Noah.

(sighs)

You overstepped.

You're encouraging Dass to overstep.

We don't need another Harrow.

- You ready? - Hi.

Good work.

But you're developing a backlog, so clear it up.

Like walking in on your parents having sex.

Only worse.

So much worse.

(mobile vibrates)

Hi.

Hi. Guess what I've got?

High hopes of winning Eurovision.

Yeah, but also,

Kiriakos approved me a little coffle of slaves.

I'm going to find this orthopedic surgeon before you do.

You want to put money on it?

You should have tried for the bet before you told me about the slaves.

It's a gentleman's wager.

You got it.

(knock on door)

You got Anthony's name from Jack Twine?

Yes, Jack was my old boss.

He was a good friend for Anthony when he got into trouble.

Are you in trouble too?

The police are coming.

More trouble?

I suppose if you're here from the morgue, there is.

- I don't think I can handle... - Listen.

It's up to you,

but I know what they're looking for.

And it doesn't have to be here when they arrive.

Now you don't know what they're looking for,

and you can honestly say that you've not touched the files.

(Dass) This is what we're looking for.

(theme music plays)