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(Harrow) Previously on Harrow...

Did Pavich tell you?

She's authorized to have the river bones cremated.

I got the radius, and it is an orthopaedic plate.

See, it's a serial number.

(woman) Are you in trouble too?

The police are coming. I know what they're looking for.

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

You could honestly say that you've not touched the files.

(suspenseful music playing)

(train horn blows)

(theme music playing)

- (sirens) - (typing on keyboard)

(suspenseful music playing)

(cell phone rings)

What if I was sleeping?

Ah, but you're not. You at home?

- No, work. - Hmm, pretty early.

- Late. Loose ends. - Yeah, me too.

Are you up for an after-work- before-work coffee?

We have Lab Floor Arabica or the Queensland Institute

of Forensic Medicine Kidney Stone Blend with a hint of formalin?

I think I have to keep going on this for a little while.

- You okay? - Yeah, I'm great.

Call you back later.

(woman reporting) Chinese mining giant XiaGreen has arrived in Australia

to finalize a $16 billion mineral deal.

(dialing)

Hi, this is Sergeant Soroya Dass.

I want to see if I can postpone the cremation

of some remains that were sent to you.

(Harrow) Hi.

(indistinct chatter)

- You okay? - It's not pleasant.

Oh, hell.

Lotte Bentsen, 22-year-old Danish media student.

She was on a working holiday.

Coal train came through here at about three am.

Didn't stop?

Nichols said the driver didn't see her.

She live near here?

No, in the city. Student accommodation.

- (Harrow) Did she drive here? - (Dass) There's no car.

We're looking into taxis and rideshares.

- Can you take her temperatures? - Yeah.

- How much blood should there be? - What do you mean?

Hey! Hey! This is a crime scene.

I'm sorry. I'm, ah, Sue Latchford, Federal Department of Energy.

There are three passenger trains backed up on this line and another two pending.

Well I don't care who you are, lady.

Get back into your car or I will place you under arrest.

Okay, but you be sure of yourself before you do.

Get the Super on the phone.

Look, I've got a young woman over there that I'm not finished with.

And it's awful, but our department cannot afford bad press about rail delays today.

- What are you talking about? - The Chinese mining deal.

There's a lot of international media in the city right now

and these delays make very bad press.

There is a dead girl lying over there.

I understand, but grinding the city to a standstill won't bring her back.

Sue Latchford.

It's your Deputy Commissioner.

Sergeant Dass.

I understand.

You've got three trains delayed already, a thousand cranky commuters on each one

and another three trains likely to be delayed.

So, that's 6,000 pissed off office workers

texting and tweeting and Snapchatting about how the government sucks

on the one day you really need the world to be hearing the opposite.

- Exactly. - Hmm.

Of course, instead of wasting the cops' time,

you could be telling those passengers

that getting annoyed about a tiny delay is pissweak

when this young woman will never be late,

or early, or tired, or cranky, or happy or sad or anything ever again.

(Dass) So you're ordering me to shut it down now? Fine.

(beeps)

Can I get a body bag over here, please?

(cell phone rings)

That's my Dad's number.

- How does he have my number anyway? - He works for the cops.

You have to ditch it.

And we have to ditch this place.

Hey, Bryan, why would a long-serving officer's DNA

not be on the Police Database?

- Anyone in particular? - Robert Quinn.

(scoffs) That asshole?

Oh, a lot of the old-timers just plain refused

to give up their DNA on principle. Why?

Well, he's been missing ten months.

You make that sound like a bad thing.

Robert Quinn was a decent copper,

but even before he retired, he was burning bridges like it was going out of style.

He's a gambler.

Borrowing money from mates, not paying it back.

So he ran out of money and mates, so...

Don't mention Quinn in front of Harrow.

If anyone hates Quinn's guts, it's him.

(indistinct chatter)

(woman) There you go.

- (door beeps) - (woman) Yeah.

- Hi. - Hi.

Why is Simon allowed to play with your records?

I'm on what Harrow calls "my monthly".

Oh, God, that is offensive to everyone.

Once a month I let him pick the songs for the day.

- Oh, he doesn't let me, he lost a bet. - Technically. it was a draw.

Technically, when the new freezer was commissioned,

Harrow bet he could stay in there longer than me naked.

And I would have won, too, except I had to take that phone call.

Oh, is that what the kids call it these days?

Are we ready?

(slow-tempo music plays)

(camera shutter clicking)

That's a reasonably clean cut below C4?

(Harrow) Hmm. C5 is crushed, C6 crushed,

some damage to C7 where the wheels flange would have run through.

But look at the rest of her.

Her ribcage, her spine, the larger organs, her hip joints.

- (Simon) I'm not seeing anything. - (Dass) Mm, exactly.

No broken ribs, no shattered hip, no dislocated spine.

She wasn't standing upright when the train hit her.

So, she was just lying down on the tracks, waiting for it to hit her.

Hmm, it would have taken a lot of willpower to lie still

while 20,000 tonnes of coal train bore down on you.

Maybe she was drunk or stoned.

Hmm. We'll do a full tox.

Have you looked into her mental health?

Her medical records are in Denmark, so it's going to take some time.

I did speak to her parents though.

They said she was a happy girl, no history of depression.

But you never know. Everyone has secrets.

Pass me the endocam.

(Simon) What's that in her hair?

- Is that dust from the tracks? - I don't think so.

There's more on her sleeve here.

Hey.

- (Simon) Oh, it's a nightclub stamp. - (Dass) Mm.

(camera shutter clicks)

(Harrow) And look here.

- Hand cream? - Hmm.

Didn't notice any in her purse.

You test it and I'll do the same at Scientific.

(Harrow) These marks... the pattern is consistent on both knees.

Was there anything like this at the scene?

(Dass) Can you remove her underwear?

I'll get a swab.

Looks like she's had unprotected sex

not long before she laid down on those train tracks.

No obvious sign of trauma.

Mmm. Likely consensual.

(Dass) Hey, can I ask you something? You don't have to answer.

Yes, I saw him naked and, yes, it was cold,

but I think it's a fairly normal size.

Harrow and Steph. Who divorced who?

(scoffs)

Well, I think that's a question for the boss to answer, don't you?

Yeah, it is, but he probably won't. Were you here when they got divorced?

No, but I was here when Steph got remarried

and if you think Harrow is a grumpy shit now, then...

I should get back.

(suspenseful music playing)

(slow-tempo music playing)

What?

- I see someone changed the music. - I took a vote. No one objected.

What do you notice here about her organs?

Well, they're very pale.

I guess she lost a lot of blood at the train tracks.

Presumably.

Soroya mentioned blood at the scene too.

What do the crime scene photos show?

Well, we were booted off the tracks

before she was able to take any beneath the body.

What do we do now?

(Simon) This feels really dangerous.

(Harrow) Well, rail tracks are actually quite safe during a lightning storm.

(Simon) Yeah, I was actually more worried about the, you know, the trains.

(Harrow) Ah, yes. That.

Well, here we are.

Where should we start?

(sighs)

Between the tracks.

(Simon) Well, there's hardly any blood.

- You? - (Harrow) No.

I don't get it. She lost a lot of blood, so where did she lose it?

I don't know.

But it wasn't here.

(indistinct chattering)

Hey, hey! It's only me. It's only me.

- Look at this. - (Fern) What is it?

Well, apparently, my step-uncle died and, well, his place is empty.

Where is it?

(Callan) Northern Rivers, about three hours.

It's small.

No running water. It's got a tank, wood stove.

I don't think the reception's too good.

I'm not trying to push it, but... and I know you want a place of our own.

My stepmum said it's ours, if we want it.

Rent free. We just have to keep the place tidy.

That'd be the only toilet you'd have to clean.

- (chuckles) - I mean, I would clean too, but...

I thought it might be what you want.

Get away from... whatever makes you jump like that.

What are you saying?

That Lotte Bentsen bled out, but she didn't bleed out on the tracks.

Well, we can't prove that now, can we?

What do you think?

You've got the victim's phone, the nightclub stamp

and we know she had sex with someone.

See if you can find out which nightclub she visited and who she was with.

Have you told Dass about the blood?

I've tried. She's not answering her phone.

- (knocking on door) - (door opens)

- Hi, Steph. - Hi.

Sorry to drop in unannounced. Do you want to come in?

Yeah, thanks.

(sighs)

(door opens)

(Pavich) I thought I sent these river bones to the crematorium.

Tell me, was it you who went behind my back or your friend, Sergeant Dass?

I think you should blame me.

- (door opens) - (scoffs)

I knew you couldn't leave a good case unsolved.

(cell phone vibrates)

Hi.

(Steph) Do you have Robert Quinn's body in your morgue?

Beg your pardon?

I just got a visit from your friend, Soroya Dass. It was a notepad visit.

I was married to you long enough to know

that when a Scenes of Crime officer asks about someone,

that someone is usually dead, so...

Is Robert dead?

We have the skeletal remains of an adult male but so far...

- Dental records? - There's no skull.

DNA.

The DNA from this body didn't get a match on the database.

Yeah. Right.

Rob refused to give a sample.

Why?

He thought asking cops for their DNA was an insult.

Soroya asked about, um, if Rob had ever broken his wrist.

I told her that he had a plate in one arm

that used to set off some airport metal detectors.

I think he broke it at the Academy.

We'll look into that.

Dan, if you have him, I need to get a death certificate

so that I can get his life insurance and get my house back.

Don't get your hopes up.

(suspenseful music playing)

(faint sirens)

(thunder rumbles faintly)

I love storms.

Sailors, not so much.

I think you like chaos.

Only when I find the order in it.

How much did you dislike Robert Quinn?

I didn't dislike him.

I hated him.

Because he ripped off your ex-wife?

Everyone liked Quinn.

Cops liked him, even I tried to.

He was charming and handsome...

and when he offered to retire

so Steph could go back to teaching full-time,

you'd think he'd driven the merchants from the temple.

Then he started showing his true colors.

Quinn was in pretty deep with the money changers.

Bookies, and the cards.

Yeah, Steph told me he took a second mortgage out on her house. Lost the lot.

So, she finally kicked him out.

But the damage... was done.

I don't know if it's Quinn. I...

I think it is. I can feel it.

Copper's hunch.

You think I'm crazy.

I think you're quite amazing.

(kisses)

(mellow music playing)

- So you found the nightclub she visited? - Yep.

About as helpful as a cat at a dog show.

High-end club. 30 bucks a drink.

It's all about, you know, privacy for the clientele, there's no security cameras.

There's 20 staff and not one of them recognized Lotte Bentsen.

Why do you look so happy?

We got access to her social media accounts.

(speaking Danish)

Stop it.

(speaking Danish)

You prick! Oh!

- (Harrow) Who's the guy? - Janik Hartmann, 23.

Graphic design student from Dresden.

And, like Ms Bentsen, only been in the country for a couple of months.

Boyfriend?

Well, friends for sure. I mean, they seem close.

There's lots of text messages, there's clips.

And the last three phone calls were from him.

(Fern) Mom.

Hi.

What is it?

What, what have you been doing?

Mum, something's come up.

Callan and I, um, are going...

(Stephanie) Oh, that's just, um, that's just a friend from school.

Yep.

I'll give you a call.

You don't have to go. Fern...

(sniffs)

(sighs)

It's anise myrtle.

What? Ah, hang on.

- (Simon) Morning! - Oh, Jesus!

Shh!

Sorry, what was that, Ian? Anise what?

Anise myrtle, also known as Ringwood, syzygium anisatum or anethola anisata.

The anetholes, they're the giveaway. They're very soothing.

Oh, morning, my angel.

So, they are used in moisturizers?

Ah, yes. However, I'm only aware of one company

that extracts anise myrtle oil, I sent you a link.

Yep, got it.

Exclusively supplied to Noctua Hotel.

- Did you get Lotte's tox report? - Yeah. Alcohol and cocaine.

Big night.

Unfortunately, there was no match on the database for that sperm.

Good morning, officers.

Detective Senior Sergeant Bryan Nichols.

You look like you're expecting us. (quiet chuckle)

These, ah, suits. They're not with the hotel staff, are they?

They are legal advisors, engaged by the hotel.

- The hotel's inhouse lawyers. - Well done, Harrow.

You've found a place with something to hide.

May we see your hotel guest register for the night before last, please?

The hotel wants to assist with whatever your enquiry concerns,

but our guest register is commercial in confidence.

We take our customers' privacy very seriously.

So, we can't release any information without a warrant.

- What about your security camera footage? - Likewise, I'm afraid.

Well, I guess we'll have to drum up that warrant, then.

Sergeant Dass, you start rustling up all the people you need.

Yep.

- Can you run this? - Absolutely.

- Hey, Axis Sally. - Sue.

- What do you want? - We want to help.

Oh, well, you could help by leaving.

(Sue) The Minister has become aware of this investigation

and wants to ensure the police has all the resources it needs

to conduct a thorough investigation. Only...

Only...

It has to be thorough. Take your time.

Put your needs in writing, everything you need,

- and proceed through the proper channels. - These are the proper channels.

We want you to take your time.

Oh, right.

Yeah, no, I get how this works. Hm.

Look, if we write down a message, can you take it to your Minister?

Of course.

I think I see why Maxine likes you.

You want a duplicate, Harrow?

- (man) Sergeant? - (Nichols) What?

(Dass) There.

- Is that your guy? - Janik Hartmann.

Still haven't found him?

(Dass) Neither of them are sure where they're going.

It's their first visit.

But she has a key.

(Nichols) Where's that go?

It goes to the penthouse.

I don't think a 23-year-old graphics student rented this place.

I don't think I've ever been anywhere this clean,

and I spent 12 months in a sterilization lab.

They've cleaned this place top to bottom.

- So, you think Lotte Bentsen died here? - Somewhere near here.

(indistinct chatter)

(Dass) Either the hotel cleaners are super good, or...

Lotte wasn't killed up here.

This doesn't match the pattern on her knees.

(man) Sarge?

(Harrow) What is it?

It's pretty damp. It looks like it's been cleaned thoroughly.

- Blood? - Or semen.

We'll try and get a sample.

Just cut out the carpet if you have to.

(Nichols on radio) Dass, you there?

Hey, did you find out who rented the penthouse?

Oh, yeah, looks like some shell company registered in Luxembourg.

We'll keep digging but listen. We've reviewed the security footage.

Bentsen and Hartmann arrived about 11:15,

they got into that lift and we do not see them again.

What, so we don't see them leave?

No.

We need to ask them where else the lift goes.

(lift doors opens)

There are no security cameras down here.

Some of our clientele prefer to come and go in private.

So, they pull up here, but...

But there was no blood in the elevator.

And there's no blood in the penthouse either, so...

So maybe she was led out alive.

(suspenseful music playing)

Yes.

They brought her here to kill her.

Over this grate.

(Dass) There's some kind of powder on this fire hose.

Gloves.

Chalk from latex gloves.

Hmm. And then they drove out.

Check council, check shops, check anywhere left or right of this hotel

for any security cameras that might have been on from one am the night before last.

- (cell phone rings) - Go!

Nichols.

Well, we found Janik Hartmann.

(camera shutter clicks)

This is a well-known gay cruising spot.

So, from the best hotel and club in the city to here?

Look at this.

(suspenseful music playing)

(Harrow) Asphyxiated.

- But no sign of strangulation? - (Dass) Huh.

More powder here. Someone wearing gloves dressed him.

Can you tilt his head back for me?

(Harrow) Here.

Cling wrap.

It is rank bullshit. Where the hell's this coming from?

- The German Embassy... - Oh, for Christ's sake!

...has requested that the coroner not authorize

- an autopsy on Hartmann until... - This is insane!

...until they receive a full preliminary police report.

Well, ignore them!

- Who's leaning on the Germans? - Shut the door.

(door closes)

If either of you mention anything about what I'm going to show you,

your lives won't be worth living.

Why?

A friend just sent this to me in confidence.

It could cost him his job and me mine.

Street camera footage near the back of the Noctua Hotel.

And there.

I don't know what the hell I'm looking at.

It's a rental. Who rented it?

A Redrise Investments from Mali.

But the forensic accountants have just discovered

it's owned by another company, ZDP Industries from Luxembourg.

Who rented the penthouse.

(Pavich) And we're still working on who owns that.

Do we know where the company's based out of?

China.

Australia's latest mining boom

is just around the corner according to industry analysts,

who were treated today to a rare audience

with the man behind the creation of the $16 billion...

Now that's a man who could afford the penthouse suite at the Noctua Hotel.

...Harry Wei are expected to formally announce the deal

at a state function to be held...

So, Harry Wei rented the penthouse.

Probably through the same daisy chain of companies, yeah.

So, he's at the club.

He meets Lotte and Janik.

- They drink, they flirt. - He flashes his cash.

Then he suggests taking the party back to his penthouse.

Young travelers. Super rich, handsome man.

Free drugs. No strings. Why not?

But Wei's discreet, so he doesn't travel with them,

but he tells them where he's staying.

- And he gives them the key card. - More fun in the penthouse.

But Hartmann's sexual tastes are a little edgier than Lotte's.

And then things went bad.

Wei is so busy on Hartmann that he doesn't realize.

(Dass) Until it's too late. He's dead.

And Wei can't afford that kind of a problem and Lotte's a witness.

Janik?

Maybe they tell her everything is okay.

They'll drive her home, then they'll call the cops.

She doesn't realize until it's too late.

No, no, no!

And then...

(train horn blows)

She's a suicide.

(Dass) And he's the victim of erotic asphyxiation

at a well-known gay cruise spot.

I told Nichols I'd go and talk to Hartmann's family.

You want a lift?

- I'll walk. - Okay.

(thunder rumbles)

(car brakes squeak)

(engine shuts off)

(Harrow grunting)

(car door closes)

(Harrow grunting) I don't need my eyes.

I've got pretty legendary senses of hearing and smell and...

(sniffs) Yep! That's what I thought.

The unmistakable smell of nuofu.

Am I pronouncing that correctly? Nuofu?

Cowards, weasels, poltroons!

You gutless, bullying, murdering assholes!

(shouts)

(panting)

I'm not gonna jump. You're gonna have to kill me.

We don't want to kill you, Dr. Harrow.

We don't want you to jump.

We want you to simply stop.

Do what your superiors have told you.

Stop your investigation, that's all.

It's taken me quite a bit of therapy to acknowledge

that I'm just not that good at stopping.

112 Moreton Street, Norman Park.

That's Stephanie Tolson's address, isn't it?

Your ex-wife. Mother of your daughter.

- A woman who lives alone. - You keep Steph out of this.

That's up to you.

(suspenseful music playing)

(Stephanie) Why are the police here, Daniel?

- I'm sorry. - Then tell me what it's about.

(sighs) It's a long story.

Meddling. Muddling. You can't just do your job, can you?

Listen, I...

(Jesse) Hope it's not too strong.

Have you got the car?

We can't find it.

We're trying to find the person who rented it

but our phone calls are being literally diverted through Timbuktu.

It was Harry Wei.

We have bodily fluid in the victim which I swear will be his.

Okay, well, how're we going to get a sample from him, Harrow?

It's a bureaucratic stalemate.

We've been white-anted, mate, which is just what those pricks wanted.

The deal's signed.

They'll tip their glasses to it tonight and they'll go home tomorrow.

You know, they won.

Where are they tipping their glasses?

(up-tempo jazz music)

(indistinct chattering)

(music continues)

(chattering continues)

Hi, how're you going? Could you, ah, tell her I've got it?

- I beg your pardon, sir? - Sue. Could you tell her I've got it.

I'm sorry, sir, this is a closed function.

Unless your name appears on this list...

Yeah, I know. It's for Harry Wei and XiaGreen and the Energy Minister.

Yes, I know. That's why I'm here.

Sue can't leave because she's introducing the Minister,

but she can't stay unless she deals with the, ah... (clicks tongue)

Sue Latchford.

Oh, come on, the poor woman's going nuts.

Oh, Jesus Christ. Look, here.

Give Sue a call.

Tell her that Dennis Kriegan brought her thrush cream like she asked.

- It's all yours. - Wait!

(urinating)

(Harrow sighs)

So, that's the source of the problem right there.

I beg your pardon?

Oh, if only you'd used those words, you bastard.

That's all you needed to say when that boy, Hartmann, died in your penthouse.

All you needed to do was call the police and say,

"I'm sorry. It was an accident.

He choked while we were screwing."

You probably wouldn't have even been charged.

But no.

You didn't want a scandal.

So, you had Lotte Bentsen's throat cut just to save your dignity.

You know how many people...

my companies employ,

Mr. Pathologist?

Over 80,000.

And they buy food

and clothes and cars

and keep hundreds of thousands

of others working.

(running water)

If I was to face a scandal...

my companies' share prices would drop...

and hundreds of thousands of people...

would go hungry.

That's all more important than just one life.

You might have all the money in the world...

but you don't have the right to decide.

Only... I do.

(sighs)

(door opens)

(sighs)

(Harrow) Is that it?

You owe me.

So, it's Harry Wei's semen in Lotte Bentsen,

and it's completely inadmissible.

- (cell phone beeps) - But at least we know.

CIB has the car that moved the bodies.

(Nichols) Anonymously reported stolen.

- Bastards. - (dog barking)

We're not going to get any DNA out of that, are we?

And Harry Wei?

Oh, he and his entourage flew out of the country.

(chuckles) That's probably them now.

(Dass) Well, we don't have an extradition treaty with China.

We'll go through the channels. We'll see what we can do.

You know, sometimes it just happens, Harrow.

Sometimes, a bloke gets away with murder.

(man) Got the all clear, Steph.

- (door closes) - (sighs)

That's it. I am giving Daniel a piece of my mind.

A very sharp piece...

- Come on. - Why?

- Leave it. - No.

- It's okay. - No!

Give it to me.

(giggles)

- Are you kidding? - (Jesse) Let's go.

(cell phone vibrates)

Hi, you've got Stephanie Tolson, please leave a message and I'll call you...

We'll go.

(indistinct chattering)

Quinn's phone went black on the night of October third.

Now, I have roughly reconstructed its travel on that night,

based on the phone towers.

- It travels from the suburbs... - Mm-hmm.

...to the Valley, to the city,

back out through the western suburbs and it finishes here.

Now, I want to search this forest, and this dam.

- Look, what do you want? - A couple of recruits and just one day.

I want to search that bush land and trawl that dam.

And if they don't find anything?

I'll never mention it again.

Six recruits and a supervisor. One day.

- Tomorrow? - Get out.

(intense music playing)

Can you find your way now?

(laughs)

(suspenseful music playing)

(theme music playing)