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(Harrow) Previously on Harrow...

I'm almost a fully-qualified pathologist.

"Almost" and I'm still your supervisor.

Good night then, Dr. Harrow.

(lawyer) The possession charge is a slam dunk.

But they're not our drugs, Fish.

We have to do what the cops should be doing.

We gotta find out who actually put those drugs there.

It can't have been Francis Chester. He died.

In a prison fire, six months ago.

(Simon) Your supervisor did the PM.

(Harrow) Dr. Laurie Badcoe.

He and Jack were like uncles to me.

We have better things to do than chase ghosts.

- Who is this? - (man 1) I'm the one who shot you.

I will take away everything you love.

Everything that makes your life worth living.

("Authentic" by Danger Twins plays)

♪ Want to compromise? Be yourself, be yourself ♪

♪ There's only one you So be yourself, be yourself ♪

♪ Haters gonna hate No matter what you say ♪

♪ So don't apologize Be yourself, be yourself ♪

♪ Never compromise Be yourself ♪

♪ And what you want to do Be yourself, be yourself ♪

♪ Feels good, don't it? Authentic ♪

(song fades)

(theme music playing)

(man 2) Just need a signature.

(Harrow) Any idea what caused it?

Who knows.

Bad wiring, leaky fuel pump, loose battery.

I was thinking more like arson.

Arson Squad might look at it if it was, you know, worth something.

Maybe you should talk to your mechanic.

I serviced it myself.

- You're a mechanic? - Pathologist.

Oh, well... good luck working out what killed your car.

- I don't suppose I could sit... - No! No, you may not.

(Pavich) You'll dirty my chair.

- I'm sending you away. - Me?

Both of you.

- Why? - Where?

(Pavich) North Queensland. Work.

(groans) Not North Queensland.

A Parks and Conservation officer has been found with shark bite wounds.

- Where exactly? - Port Astor.

- Oh, that's Laurie Badcoe's area. - Ah!

Laurie Badcoe is indisposed.

That's why I'm sending you two.

Respectfully, I really feel I could learn more here,

processing three or fours PMs a day than going...

Have you ever done a shark attack victim before?

No.

Then I really think you're gonna learn more being there.

Besides, Port Astor's lovely.

It's a resort town. It's got wonderful boutiques.

There's a particularly good one off the main drag called...

- Encore Parfait? - Encore Parfait!

It's very reasonable.

Okay, your flight goes at 11:00, so best you duck home and pack.

- Should I duck home and pack? - No.

No, you stay, and you listen.

I know Port Astor is Laurie Badcoe's town.

And I know Laurie Badcoe conducted the PM on Francis Chester.

Laurie Badcoe is a great pathologist.

I don't doubt him. I won't bother him.

If you think you might...

I can always send Dr Fairley.

I won't.

Oh, and I'm sorry you lost your father's car.

I'm just glad it didn't happen in our car park.

Off you go.

Have a good time.

Has there been a coup?

What happened to you?

Oh, well, I need to get my car insurance policy.

Did you get that out of my bin?

You taught me to be curious.

- Chester was an anaesthetist. - (Harrow) That's right.

(Simon) He'd inject his victims with a muscle relaxant.

Only his male victims.

He wanted them immobile but conscious,

so they could watch what he did to his female victims

before he killed them both.

(Simon) He worked in the hospital system 20 years.

Staff statements say he was one of the best they had.

Oh, he was. But he was also a psychopath.

And very, very clever.

And very, very dead.

If anyone was smart enough to fake their own death...

He didn't. Laurie Badcoe confirmed that.

Chester had an IQ of 158.

And he died in a prison fire.

Look, you can be smart and stupid at the same time.

Do you really believe Brendan Skene shot you?

I've known you for a long time.

When you get a feeling like this, you're not wrong.

This time I am.

Now, tidy that up, put it back in the bin, and get to work.

(groans)

I hate being in a place where you sweat just breathing.

(exhales deeply) Tell me about it.

Why don't you like North Queensland?

Dr Harrow!

(Harrow groans) Capello.

Welcome to Port Astor.

- (Capello) I transferred. - (Harrow) Of course you did.

Amazing beaches, amazing people...

And an aquarium, I heard?

Indeed, it's the heart of the town.

In fact, a big investors function's happening there tomorrow night.

For the rich and beautiful.

No invite for me, I'm afraid.

So, tell us about the case we've come up for.

It's a sad situation.

One of our local Parks and Conservation officers is dead.

He was out on a small boat late last night

and, uh, his body was found this morning.

But the sharks found him first.

Does that happen often here?

It's my first shark attack.

You'll have to go gentle with me.

I think with Dr Harrow's experience, we'll both be fine.

(woman on P.A., indistinct)

Ah! Well, well, the tone's just dropped.

(both laughing)

Hey, careful, that's my tiller arm.

How did you manage that, then, Laurie?

Well, no bragging rights.

Carrying some groceries up a slippery gangplank.

Thanks for stepping in.

My pleasure.

Dr Grace Molyneux,

allow me to introduce you to one of my bad influences:

Dr Laurie Badcoe.

Ah, Fairley's niece. Delighted to meet you.

I've heard a lot about you, all good.

The pleasure's mine.

And this is Janelle Freeman from Parks and Conservation.

She's just formally identified the victim.

- Laurie? - Follow me.

(Harrow) How was he found?

Jogger on a beach.

Here are the photos.

Mr Raza was last seen yesterday evening,

getting into the Parks open boat, which was also found this morning.

Yeah, quite heavy seas last night.

Then why did he go out?

(Capello) Well, he was very passionate about protecting the local sea life.

We have some quite rare species out there.

It's our job to monitor the numbers, and Ben was sure they were down.

(Harrow) Down?

(Janelle) Poachers.

So, even off-duty

he'd go out to be a presence on the water to deter illegal fishing.

Bloody shame.

Well, lad, this one-armed man will leave things in your capable four.

Mi casa es su casa.

You'll know where everything is,

it's, uh, set up just the way Jack would have taught you.

Thank you, Laurie.

(Fairley) Brendan Skene?

The guy in the cold room who shot Harrow.

Yes, I remember.

What I don't understand is why you're so interested.

You did Skene's PM, I'm curious to know what you think.

What I think is in the report.

Yes, it is, along with phrases like:

"Cataracts which did not necessarily prevent the sighting of a gun."

And "significant rheumatoid arthritis in interphalangeal joints

would not necessarily have prevented the pulling of a trigger."

Those things are equivocal, cause of death was not.

Kidney failure from acute diabetic ketoacidosis.

Skene was riddled with end-stage stomach cancer.

Diabetes aside, he was a dead man.

Maybe that's why he withheld his illness.

Better a quick death in custody

than a slow one over weeks or months back in jail.

Yes, but do you really think Skene shot Harrow?

I think you should get into scrubs, come do your job.

Unless you're ill?

Ill? You don't look ill.

I think it's the start of a flu.

My heart rate's up and uh... achy.

You know, I'd hate to set things off and make Fairley and the others sick

while Harrow and Grace are away.

Okay. Take the day.

I may need two.

- Oh! - Sorry.

Sorry. My fault.

(tense music playing)

(line ringing)

(vibrating)

Mmm. Smells good.

Duck risotto with truffles.

Oh, got a good nose, man.

First one, potential disaster.

We could all be on the news later.

- No, I think you're cooking very well. - Ahh.

- Your mum teach you? - No.

Girlfriend?

No, but I like to cook for my girlfriend.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- What's she do? - Uh, it's... it's complicated.

- Oh. - You cook for your missus?

(laughs) Mate, never married.

I thought about it, but, uh...

I simply prefer to have more than one girlfriend.

(both laugh)

You're a lady-killer, huh?

(both laugh)

(Capello) So, with all four limbs bitten off,

do you think it was the blood loss that killed him?

All of his wounds were potentially fatal.

We can't know until we examine the blood vessels severed.

He was on a small boat in rough seas.

I can see why you guys find your job so exciting.

The mystery, the intrigue...

But I think I'm gonna take these to the station

and get them packaged up.

- What are you smiling about? - Him.

- What about him? - He's been hitting on you.

- And? - He's very handsome.

- Is he? - And you haven't responded.

- So? - So, you're not interested.

Says who?

(chuckles) I'm not blind.

He's very charming, very attractive.

What I don't get is why you care.

Oh! Are you trying to set me up with Capello?

(scoffs) What? No!

Then given where we're at, it's not really your business

who I find attractive or not, is it?

No.

Then let's get to work.

(soulful ballad plays)

♪ He gave me a ring From a guitar string ♪

- (camera clicks) - Another puncture wound

below right clavicle.

(Harrow) Look at this.

Jellyfish stingers. Have you seen those before?

At sea, not in the mortuary.

Jellyfish tentacles are lined with nematocysts,

tiny cells that contained a coiled venomous barb and a trigger hair.

Once the trigger hair is touched, the cell explodes,

and the barb and venom go into the prey.

- Not a strong reaction to the venom. - Hmm...

Maybe not a strong venom.

Or he was deceased when the jellyfish stung him.

I mean, from blood loss...

Or drowning.

(Grace) Shall we look at the lungs?

(Harrow) Yes.

- Oh... - (Grace) What?

His inside cheeks and tongue are inflamed.

- Could you help me with the endoscope? - Yeah.

My God. What happened there?

It looks like he swallowed a nest full of wasps.

You may not be far wrong.

Let's remove his stomach as fast as we can.

Do you think that's sea water?

Yes, and acid.

And...

Jellyfish.

- Ash. - Sarge.

Ma'am.

- Dr Malisano in? - She's with the boss.

It's closed for the function, though.

- That's all right. - We'll be quick.

(Capello) Thanks, Ash.

Come on, I'll introduce you to the boss.

I wouldn't have thought it would take long to identify shark bites.

It's not sharks we need assistance with, Mr Chaudhari.

You know, sergeant, I am terribly sympathetic and want to help.

As you know, this is a vital investors' dinner.

And we have guests flying in from all over the world and not much time.

And it's not just my business depending on its success,

it's the whole town's.

Don't worry, we'll make it brief.

(sighs) I appreciate that.

Vicki?

This is Dr Malisano.

This is Doctors Molyneux and Harrow.

They're performing the autopsy on poor Benjamin Raza.

We were wondering if you could help us identify some jellyfish

and shed light on their venom?

It's fine. I'll take them to my lab.

This way.

Carukia barnesi.

A subtype of Irukandji jellyfish.

Common enough in these waters.

- How venomous are they? - Highly.

100 times more than a cobra, apparently.

- How long for it to take effect? - In humans?

Between five minutes and two hours.

But if he was stung by more than one, maybe quicker.

How many did you find?

Seven... in Mr Raza's digestive system.

Ben swallowed them?

(Grace) Is that possible?

If he'd fallen overboard in rough seas?

Irukandji don't tend to aggregate like that.

They spread out, unlike other jellyfish, they actively hunt their prey.

(Capello) So, what are you sending back to Brisbane?

Blood and organ samples for QIFM,

as well as the seawater and jellyfish we found in Mr Raza's stomach.

(stammers) Thanks.

- Wait, so he swallowed the jellyfish? - Apparently.

But swallowing seawater is reasonable, given he fell overboard?

- Yes. - Well...

And there are Irukandji in the water out there?

- There are. - There are.

So Ben Raza's death could be an accident?

Hmm?

Well, at this stage, we can't be sure of anything until we get the lab results.

(Capello) Well, this is what happens sometimes.

We need to wait for more information before we act.

Pretty nice place to wait, though, right?

It's rather warm.

Excuse me. Sir?

- I'm Sergeant Capello. - Farhad Qadir.

- You're here for the function? - (Farhad) We are.

(Capello) If you wouldn't mind asking your drivers to move,

they're illegally parked.

Of course. My apologies.

It's all right. Thanks.

And I apologise. I need to get to the community hall.

Drop some stuff off.

You a crooner?

Oh, no. Latin dance.

- You take lessons? - No, I give them.

Of course you do.

After that, would you like to have dinner?

Sure. That'd be nice.

Can I give you a lift in?

Great.

You're all right to get a cab?

Of course you are, you know how to do everything.

(cell phone rings)

Thanks for calling back.

I've just sent some path samples down to you.

Great, okay. Um...

Oh, I'm not at work.

- (Harrow) Why not? - I'm sick.

You don't sound sick.

Yeah, well, you don't sound unpleasant, and yet...

Well, will you be in tomorrow?

I'd like them processed quickly.

I'm not sure.

What is it you've got? Are you all right?

I'm sure it's something I picked up at work.

Hmm. Well, all right. Take it easy.

Okay, bye.

(dog barking)

Hello?

Miss Chanson? I'm from the Coroner's office.

Could I ask you a couple of questions about your ex-husband?

It was nice of you to ask me out.

Mmm.

- Look, Gabe... - It's okay.

I know it's not really me you want to be here with.

It is.

But not for the reason you were thinking.

You want to talk about Harrow?

Do you mind?

Let's talk.

Where's your, uh, associate pathologist?

Dining elsewhere.

Ahh!

Well, we'll have to drink to that, eh?

Come on board.

Harrow's my supervisor.

I don't want anyone thinking

that I got anywhere by fluttering my eyelashes.

I mean... people think what they think, right?

Mmm...

And if you don't go after something good

because you're afraid of what people might think,

then, sure, you can have your job,

and your success and your reputation.

But... you'll have no one to share it with.

(exhales heavily)

And in our jobs... we have to talk.

Mmm.

And sometimes, the only people who can really understand it,

are the ones that see what we do.

My worst was this car crash.

Seven people, four kids.

One of them, just turned three, he died in my arms.

Yours?

I'm guessing... murder?

Not quite.

My worst was one that didn't die.

Hmm...

(slow rock song plays)

(Laurie) Well, of course, you did have Jack.

What do you mean?

You finally find someone who might really understand you...

yet here you are with me.

It's probably for the best.

(music continues)

We jump into the furnace because we want to see what's there.

It's not fair to expect anyone to jump in with us.

True, true.

Mmm...

- Speaking of furnaces... - Mmm.

- Francis Chester. - Mmm.

Ah, yes.

I heard you, uh, sent for a copy of the PM.

You thought I'd dropped the ball, did you?

But I read the file, and I see you didn't.

Yeah, and yet, you're still here asking.

(chuckles)

Chester was a very smart man.

Is it possible he might've found a way out of that prison?

Look, I know how dangerous Chester was.

More dangerous than anything in these bloody waters.

That's why I did a thorough autopsy.

That particular dangerous creature died in captivity.

In captivity...

- Couldn't sleep? - Jellyfish kept me awake.

- Hmm? - Look at this.

(singing continues, indistinct)

(Harrow) The inflammation in his oesophagus.

Because he was alive when he swallowed the Irukandji?

We know that.

- That's what kept you awake? - No.

The word "captivity" did.

(dialling cellphone)

(cell phone ringing)

Queensland Institute of Forensic...

- Fairley? - (Fairley) Harrow?

What are you doing answering Simon's phone?

I'm answering my phone. Why are you ringing my phone?

I'm not, I'm ringing Simon's phone.

Well, he must have diverted his calls.

Anyway, he's not here. What do you want?

Can you check my inbox, please?

Is there a lab report labelled "Raza"?

Benjamin Raza?

Ah, let me see.

Ah, yes.

Ooh, jellyfish.

You know, I once had a sublime Echizen kurage

jellyfish salad in Kudamatsu...

Can you read the water report, please?

Uh, yes.

Stomach contents, chemistry breakdown:

hydrochloric acid, potassium chloride, sodium chloride,

sea water and... Oh! Hmm.

What is it?

It's traces of methylthioninium chloride.

Thank you!

(line disconnects) Ah. Thank you.

Methylene Blue?

That's a dye used to treat methemoglobinemia.

Yes, it's also used as an antifungal agent

by people who keep tropical fish.

The Irukandji that killed Ben Raza didn't come from the sea.

They came from a tank.

(Harrow) We just want a sample

of the water you keep your Irukandji in.

I know what you want, Doctor.

I also know you have no authority to ask,

unless you have a coronial warrant.

You understand how this makes you look?

I understand perfectly how things look.

There are millions of dollars at stake here tonight.

Now, I know how things are gonna look

if there are state pathologists in my aquarium,

rolling unfounded rumours of murder.

- We'll get a warrant. - Do.

But until you do? Please...

Get away from my business before my investors begin to arrive.

We'll get a warrant? Hmm.

But Ben Raza worked for Parks and Conservation,

he supervised how many endangered fish the aquarium could take for their tanks.

Now, Raza thought someone local was taking too many.

It's possible Chaudhari got greedy.

Mate, are you here because you've already gone to see Chaudhari?

He wasn't keen to help.

He's within his rights.

We'll see what we can do tomorrow.

He'll empty the tank by then!

If he does, he does, but right now,

I also have to deal with two wealthy restauranteurs with food poisoning.

I'll get the ball rolling on a warrant,

but legally, that's all we can do.

(woman on P.A., indistinct)

(Capello) Sorry, Mr and Mrs Qadir,

looks like you won't be at the function tonight.

Well, we've done all we can.

I guess so.

And our flight's not until the morning.

(whispers) We should have some fun.

We should.

Do you remember that boutique Pavich mentioned?

That should come with a defibrillator.

How did you manage this?

I have friends in high places.

Well, they're not really friends, and the place they're in...

Good evening. Your names?

Qadir. Farhad and Roshanara Qadir.

I have to say, sir, I once had the pleasure

of dining in your restaurant, the Burijas in Paris.

Astonishing.

The Gormeh Sabzi?

Heaven. What did you put in it?

Methylthioninium Chloride.

Methylene blue? Is that what this is about?

- Ssh. - Do not shush me.

Look, we're in, aren't we?

We're having fun, there's lovely music, nice champagne...

I just need a little water sample.

Which will be totally inadmissible.

But at least we'll know.

(playful groan)

I do love champagne and having my curiosity satisfied.

- How do we do it? - I don't know.

We need to get above the Irukandji tanks.

I guess that means we have to go out back.

Oh, shit.

(orchestra plays tango music)

Well done.

(music plays in slow-motion)

(cork pops) I'll go get us a drink.

And you find a way up to the tanks.

(music continues, faintly)

(music fades)

Farhad Qadir.

(Capello) You're here for the function?

(Fahad) Of course.

We have some quite rare species out there.

It was our job to monitor the numbers.

Ben was sure they were down.

(Harrow) Poachers.

(sighs)

(screams, then grunts)

What are you looking for?

Raza figured out you were letting your evil genius here

overfish his aquarium license,

so you could sell the extra poached stock

to foreign collectors like the Qadirs.

(groans) I'm guessing Raza found your stash,

so you forced him to drink your Irukandjis.

(orchestra plays classical music)

Are you planning to feed me to the sharks?

(Janelle) No, he's gonna shoot you.

Why should I do it? You do it!

You should, Janelle. I doubt he'd know which end to use.

I dumped the kid at sea, I'm not doing this too!

He could hit an ocean, Janelle, but a small target?

Do you have to wear a bib when you feed yourself?

- You shut your stupid mouth! - No!

Oh, dear.

Ah!

(bullets whizzing past)

Hey!

(panting)

You did say you wanted to have fun.

I asked you to wait for a warrant.

I know.

But I just love a party.

Is that my tux?

("If You Need To, Keep Time on Me" by Fleet Foxes)

♪ Were we too sure of the sun ♪

♪ If you need to ♪

♪ Keep time on me ♪

(line ringing)

- Hi. - (Harrow) Hey, it's me.

- How are you feeling? - Fine, how's North Queensland?

Living up to its reputation.

Are you still sick?

Uh... yeah, yeah.

Just one more day should do it.

Simon, what are you really up to?

I'm crossing off lists.

Look, I'll tell you when I've got something to tell you, I promise.

All right. On deck tomorrow?

Aye-aye, Captain Bligh.

"We wish to advise your business's claim

against stock loss to theft has been successful."

Thirty thousand!

He's claimed 30K for that 20K of Fentanyl the police seized.

Nice profit.

- Where did you get this? - His house.

Fish, babe... seriously.

Look, of course he'd claim.

- It doesn't mean anything. - Yeah, maybe.

- But then I found these. - What's that?

- A betting slip from the race course. - (Callan) $200?

Is that what he won?

That's what he lost.

Two hundred bucks.

And there's dozens of these.

What does it mean?

It means, we know why he had to put in a big insurance claim.

Laurie?

Laurie?

- (knocks) - Hey, Laurie.

I'm about to jump on a plane...

Whoa, whoa, whoa! It's okay, it's okay.

No worries. It's all right.

Oh, geez. I'm a bit under.

Come on, let's get some sleep.

Jack cried... when you were a kid.

When he showed you your daddy's body.

He cried...

"What's that poor boy gonna do?" he asked.

I said, "I don't know."

So I asked him, "Is he smart?"

He said, "Oh, yeah. He's smart."

So I said, "He already knows the dead.

So let's bring him in."

You did so well.

Jack was so proud of you. He was so proud.

What can I do for you, Laurie?

Forgive us our trespasses...

Forgive us... our trespasses.

- All good? - (Harrow) Yeah.

Look in on him later?

That'll be you one day.

When you retire and Simon takes over. Hmm...

I'm looking for a man named Ross. Ross Moran.

Debt collector?

Is he?

No. Are you?

No.

(Moran) We'll see, won't we?

- Mr Moran, I'm from the coroner's office. - Right-o.

And I'd like to ask you a few questions.

About a Mr Brendan Skene.

If we have to have a history lesson, let's go somewhere a bit more private.

Brendan Skene was in jail for a long time.

And he sent a lot of letters home.

But he didn't write them, did he?

He had someone write them for him.

You wrote those letters because you shared a cell with him.

Barking up a dead tree, sonny boy.

But you didn't write all of them, did you?

Which means Skene had a new cell mate.

Francis Chester, was that his new cell mate?

(grunts, then groans)

You're an idiot, kid.

That's one bloke you don't ask questions about.

You tell anyone we had this chat,

I'll track you down, Mr Coroner's Office,

and make you sorry.

(panting)

Ahh...

(bird calls)

I'll, uh, take care of this and I'll see you in the morning.

I made an error of judgment in my former job.

And so... I thought the dead would be easier to work with.

- That the responsibility might be less. - And?

And I'm not sure it is.

So you think coming to Pathology, you've made another error of judgment?

I don't know.

But I do know I've met a good dancer.

(elevator dings)

(exhales deeply)

(cell phone beeps)

(cell phone beeps)

(line ringing)

- Hey, it's me... - You've reached Daniel Harrow.

Leave a message and I'll return your call at some point.

(beeps)

Hey, it's me.

I know you told me to mind my own business, but...

I found something out and it's important.

So, call me back, yeah?

Okay.

(ominous music playing)

(theme music playing)