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(Harrow) Previously on Harrow...

(Fern) I found these.

A betting slip for the race course.

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

I thought the dead would be easier to work with.

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

I don't know, but I've met a good dancer.

Do you really believe Brendan Skeane shot you?

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

(Simon) Brendan Skeane sent a lot of letters home.

He had someone write them for him.

You wrote those letters, but you didn't write all of them, did you?

Which means Skeane had a new cellmate, Francis Chester.

(grunts)

I know you told me to mind my own business,

but I found something out and it's important.

Call me back, yeah?

♪ Mad world ♪

♪ Mad world ♪

♪ A mad world ♪

♪ A mad world ♪

♪ All around me Are familiar faces ♪

♪ Worn out places ♪

♪ Worn out faces ♪

♪ Bright and early For their daily races ♪

♪ Going nowhere ♪

♪ Going nowhere ♪

♪ And their tears Are filling up their glasses ♪

♪ No expression No expression ♪

♪ Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow ♪

♪ No tomorrow ♪

♪ No tomorrow ♪

♪ A mad world... ♪

- What are you doing here? - Getting a coffee.

And the only takeaway coffee in the entire city

happens to be exactly where I do my morning tai chi?

The point of my morning tai chi, Harrow,

is to provide solitude and repose

to prepare me for a day of annoyance and grievance.

Why wouldn't you ever tell me you had a niece?

You came all this way to ask me that?

And to see your Snake Creeps Down.

That alone was worth the trip across town.

(groans) Seriously.

We have known each other for how long?

- Too long. - Exactly.

So, why wouldn't you ever mention a niece who's a top neurosurgeon?

- Why do you want to know? - Look.

She's smart, really smart.

She was on the way to becoming the top in her field.

Why would she leave?

- What's the big secret? - You'll have to ask her.

- I'm asking you. - I'm not telling you.

It couldn't have been professional misconduct...

(cellphone pings)

Pavich.

I'm not even sure why you're even interested...

- (cellphone pings) - ...but I hope it's just idle curiosity

and nothing more than that.

Pavich.

(ship's horn blows)

(ship horns blaring)

(ominous music playing)

- What's going on? - It's, uh...

It's very bad news, I'm afraid.

You need to prepare yourself.

(ominous music playing)

(theme music playing)

(Nichols) It looks like he drowned.

He had his phone and his wallet with him.

We checked his travel card,

and he boarded a ferry at 7:50 last night.

He never got off.

Now, the tides...

The fact the body washed up here...

we think he must've fallen off around 8.

Well, how does someone fall off a ferry?

What was he even doing on a ferry?

(Nichols) When was the last time anyone saw him?

He, uh, he went home sick.

But that was two days ago.

Okay.

Harrow?

I, uh...

I just got back from Port Astor last night.

I meant to call him, but...

my phone went flat on the flight.

There's a message from him.

8:00.

(sighs)

That's the time he was on the ferry.

(voicemail) You have one new voicemail.

New message, 8:01 P.M.

(Simon) Hey, it's me. I know you told me to mind my own business, but...

I found something out. And it is really important.

So, call me back, yeah?

What's that about? What did he want to talk to you about?

I don't know.

- You must have some idea. - I don't know!

Okay, okay.

We'll look into it from our end.

We'll check security cameras on the ferry,

but right now it looks like accidental drowning.

Unless the post mortem tells us something different.

(Fern) Are you sure it was an accident?

(Harrow) That's what it looks like.

I'm on my way to the morgue now.

Yeah, but, Dad, what if it wasn't?

The police are pretty sure he drowned.

Well... the police were pretty sure that I stole that Fentanyl.

Look... let's just find out how he died.

Then we'll see what we're dealing with.

- Okay. - And take care.

Promise me you'll be careful.

And if you see anything wrong,

anything that doesn't make sense, call me.

(Fern) I will.

(Pavich) It's Simon's sister, Karina.

He has a sister?

Didn't you know?

Their parents are, uh, flying in, but they won't be here till tomorrow.

(Karina) Simon spoke so much about you.

I wondered... his death?

Could it be anything to do with his epilepsy?

Was he recently diagnosed?

No, he had it since he was a kid.

- Did you know about this? - Yeah, of course.

(Karina) Can I see him now?

(Pavich) I'm sorry, not yet.

We need to complete the autopsy first.

(quiet sobs)

I saw him. It was only three days ago.

How can he be...

We will find out what happened.

I don't need to tell you how important this is.

We miss nothing.

I'd like to do it.

No. Grace will conduct the autopsy.

Lyle, I'd like you to supervise.

Can we have a word?

Carry on.

Do you think Simon's death was an accident?

I'm just concerned that...

given your completely understandable distress right now,

that you might try and link Simon's death to other events in your life.

Are you suggesting my post mortem would be biased?

No. No, no, no.

I just don't want anyone else suggesting it.

We owe him that.

- (Grace) Dr Fairley? - Hmm?

Can you get the CT scan up for me, please?

Yes, of course.

You okay?

I'm more worried about him.

He needs a distraction.

Have you got something?

We had an electrocution this morning.

Daniel?

(woman 1) We're not sure yet.

Can you tell me again what happened?

(woman 2) I had no idea he was dead.

I just thought it was a blown fuse.

(woman 1) You said all the lights went out around nine?

Dr Harrow.

Turua Parata, Crime Scene.

I, uh... I heard about your colleague.

- I'm sorry. - Thank you.

What do we have?

(Turua) Ross Moran. Unemployed.

Seems a pretty straightforward accidental death.

We're trying to locate family, but fingerprints will confirm.

(sighs)

- (Harrow) Prison? - Been in and out all his life.

Assault, theft, petty crime.

Mostly around racing and gambling.

(Harrow) The neighbour said the fuse in her flat blew?

(Turua) At nine. So, that gives us a time of death.

Listening to the races in the bath, radio falls in, race over.

Mmm. The perils of gambling.

Was there anyone else in the bathroom?

Look at this dust mark here.

That radio's been sitting there for months, if not years.

Why would it suddenly fall off the ledge last night?

Maybe he had a winner. Got excited.

Kicked his legs in the air.

And why did he grab the curtain?

Electrocution is instant.

There's no time to grab for anything.

(camera shutter whirs)

Burn marks.

Yes, from the rings he was wearing.

What about that bruising?

That's not from electrocution.

No, that's pre-mortem.

So, he could have had a fight with someone.

Yes, but not in the bathroom.

For swelling to occur

this would have happened some time before he died.

- No injuries to his face. - Maybe he's a better fighter...

...and the other person has the facial injuries.

Fingerprints Bureau. They've run the prints.

Okay, all the prints in the bathroom belong to Mr Moran.

- Except... - What?

There was a smudge.

What sort of a smudge?

When I took the radio out of the water and dried it off,

there was a smudge on the back.

(Harrow) Hmm. You ran lab tests? What did you find?

(Turua) Small amounts of talcum.

Which could be baby powder or...

From latex gloves.

I'm going to have to talk to my boss.

See where he wants to take this.

The man was a gambler.

I'd start by trying to find out who he owes money to.

Hmm.

(bugle plays "First Call")

(excited chatter)

(man on P.A., indistinct)

Go... Go!

Get open!

Get open! Finish! Go!

Yes! Yes!

Nice sutures, Dr Molyneux.

His family will be...

Would you like me to finish up, Dr Fairley?

Mmm.

(water running)

(exhales shakily)

Anything to contradict drowning?

Is their any suggestion or possibility anyone else was involved?

Not from what I've found.

We'll wait for tox to come back, of course,

but the preliminary finding is death by drowning.

What were you doing on that ferry?

You don't even like boats.

(Karina) May I touch him?

Of course.

Goodbye.

Simon Says.

It was our game when we were kids.

Simon always won.

(voicemail) 8:01 P.M.

(Simon) Hey, it's me. I know you told me to mind my own business, but...

I found something out. And it is really important.

So, call me back, yeah?

(voicemail) To replay, press 5.

(Simon) Hey. I know you told me to mind my own--

What are you doing?

You've accessed my autopsy report.

Are you trying to see if I made a mistake?

I'm trying to understand how a perfectly healthy 27-year-old,

who hates boats, falls off a ferry.

(Grace) Only he wasn't perfectly healthy.

The epilepsy?

It's possible he had a seizure.

I didn't even know he had epilepsy.

I find it hard to believe he'd have an episode serious enough to kill him.

That's what SUDEP is.

- "Sudden Unexpected Death"... - "In Epilepsy". Yes.

I know.

It just feels wrong somehow.

Unfortunately, there's no way of knowing

what his brain was doing in those crucial moments.

No,

but we might be able to find out what his heart was doing.

The smart watch, has anybody checked it?

- (Grace) That's when he died. - (Harrow) 8:05 P.M.

Now, if he'd had a seizure,

we'd be seeing ictal tachycardia right here.

No sign of elevated heart rate at all.

There's also no decrease in heartbeat beforehand.

If he'd had a dizzy spell caused by low blood pressure,

we should be seeing the heartbeat slow.

The police said he boarded the ferry at 7:50.

Wait...

What's that?

Elevated heart rate for three minutes.

At 7:30.

We need to find out where he was right there.

Well, all we know is he got off at Duralong Point at 6:30

and re-boarded at 7:50.

Do we have anything from the ferry?

Security footage?

No cameras on the boat, only on the entries and exits.

Okay.

That's him getting off.

And that's him boarding the return ferry.

Um... did you find his bag?

It must've gone overboard with him.

It'll be somewhere in the river.

So, something happened in that hour and 20 minutes

while he was off the ferry.

What's at Duralong Point?

It's an old wharfy suburb. Working class.

It's pretty run down now.

Do we have his phone records?

There's only one tower in the area.

So, he could be anywhere here.

It's a pretty big footprint.

But, uh, what is the connection between where he went and his death?

We are still talking accidental drowning, right?

Yes.

Do you disagree?

It's not my autopsy.

Thanks for backing me up in there.

Are you disputing my findings?

I'm not disputing cause of death.

I need to know what he was doing at that ferry stop.

But how is that relevant to how he died?

Well, we won't know until we get there.

Whatever you're looking for,

you think that if you'd have done the autopsy yourself you'd have found it.

Look, I just need to know what he was doing

all the way out at a place that I've never heard him mention.

Well, it seems pretty clear you didn't hear him mention lots of things.

And it's only now, now he's on my autopsy table,

that you're starting to pay attention!

Well, newsflash, he's not your patient.

So, whatever it is you find, it's not going to bring him back.

I hope you find what you need.

(melancholy music playing)

I'm from the coroner's office.

Were you working here last night?

I'm looking for a friend who was here.

Yeah, well, it was busy last night.

Could I have one of those, please?

Five bucks.

I see it's Ross Moran's turn this weekend?

I'm afraid he won't be laying any bets on.

He died last night.

What? How?

We're still trying to work that out.

Alright, that kid was here.

He came in looking for Ross.

They went out the back, and they had a bit of a fight.

But it wasn't a big thing.

Ross just told him to piss off, I think.

And... he did.

- What about Ross? - He came back in and had another beer.

Look, we can't find a single thing to connect Simon with Ross Moran.

There's no evidence of any previous contact.

There's no phone records of the two of them calling each other.

None of the neighbours have ever even seen Simon.

And yet, Simon turns up to the bar, asks for Moran.

They have a fight. Simon leaves.

Moran finishes his beer. He leaves.

And within 90 minutes, they're both dead.

They can't possibly have killed each other.

- What are you saying? - I don't know.

Grace's report said accidental drowning.

Your preliminary report on Moran said accidental electrocution.

Yes, but what about that talcum smudge on the radio?

If that came from a latex glove,

that puts someone else in the bathroom.

It's not enough to pursue a homicide investigation.

(Nichols) Harrow?

What do you think's going on here?

I don't know.

Look, Maxine is probably right.

They died miles apart at different times.

Both look like accidents.

But why was Simon even there?

What was he looking for?

What was he trying to tell me when he rang?

Do you think Simon's death is somehow connected to your shooting?

And Fern and the Fiat and the rest of it?

If I said that, you'd accuse me of being crazy.

Well, I'm hoping you are, mate.

Because otherwise, what are we dealing with here?

I don't think Brendan Skeane shot me.

Who did?

A man called Francis Chester.

But, unfortunately, he couldn't have...

because he's inconveniently dead.

(wry laugh)

I'm surprised I found you here actually.

I thought you'd be at work.

Or trying to prove that Simon's death wasn't an accident.

Fern told me you think there might be more to it.

I don't know.

He was out there doing something.

I have no idea what.

How is Fern?

I don't know.

She's been out all day doing something.

I have no idea what.

To be honest, I'm worried about both of you.

- I'm fine. - No, you're not.

You haven't been fine since you got shot.

When bad stuff happens you chase answers.

But sometimes you get so obsessed with the dead,

you forget about the living.

Your daughter needs you.

She doesn't need you chasing ghosts.

Hey, what's taking so long?

What are you doing here?

What are you talking about? We're going to work.

Uh... geez! You'd think I'd died or something.

Ow! Why are you being so weird?

Oh, my God. Oh, my God!

I had this crazy dream where you drowned

and I didn't know why...

- I don't even like water. - I know, right?

(relieved sigh)

Does this mean you actually cared?

Of course, I cared! Everyone was devastated.

I'm so, so glad to see you.

Maybe I should capitalise on this brief moment

of whatever's going on inside your head.

Fine, whatever you want. Anything.

Great. You can let me drive.

What happened?

What happened to you?

It's not about what, Harrow, its about why.

What?

The watch. We looked at the watch.

- Where it peaked... - You're missing the point.

It's not about where it peaked.

(panting)

I'm sorry about this Simon, but you know I need to know.

(Grace groans)

What's so important at this time of night?

What on earth?

The heart rate data. It's not about the peak.

It's about the flatline.

Why didn't it jump when he was drowning?

Because he was unconscious.

I know this is your autopsy,

but did you check for unusual chemicals?

- Like what? - Like succinylcholine.

Why on earth would I do that?

- Can you do that for me? - Can you tell me why?

Fifteen years ago,

Jonathan Scallera was immobilised with succinylcholine.

A paralytic drug. I've seen it used in theatre.

His killer was an anaesthetist.

He used to strangle his female victims while their boyfriends watched.

- Immobilised? - Yes.

I think the same guy killed Simon.

I think he injected him with sux, then pushed him overboard.

It explains everything about Simon's heart rate:

the sudden spike, the steady beat, then the flatline.

Look at his neck.

I noted that puncture in my report.

There's a half-dozen similar ones from the current

dragging him through stuff on the river bank.

You don't know this isn't an injection site.

And you don't know it is! It's all guesswork.

- Unless we find sux. - Sux breaks down in minutes.

But the by-products are still traceable.

- If you're lucky. - Well, then let's try our luck!

Let's take another sample, run another test.

- No. - It's the only way to be sure.

I am sure.

I stand by my autopsy.

And I'm not reopening Simon's body at three in the morning

to send off more tissue on some crazy hunch.

- What, don't you care? - I can't care!

If I care, then I can't focus on my job, and I make bad choices.

I did my job, and I did it well.

If you want to re-examine Simon's body,

then you get clearance from Maxine or my other supervisor.

(Fairley) A second autopsy?

That's a good idea.

I should have recused myself from that post-mortem.

I thought I'd be okay, but...

when you speak to someone for the last time,

you expect to say something nicer than,

"Get back to work, unless you're ill."

- He wasn't ill though. - No.

Well, not with anything obvious that we found in the PM.

So, I...

I thought he was just trying to skive off.

You know, chasing your tail.

What do you mean?

You know, that shooting business.

That's what he was doing before he went home.

He was looking at the body of your shooter.

Skeane? Why?

I don't know,

but he logged onto Skeane's file after he left work as well.

- Looking for what? - Skeane's next of kin.

Letters?

From Brendan to your son?

Your mate seemed very excited

about the fact that someone else wrote them.

Someone else?

'Cause of the fact Brendan couldn't write.

He was...

He was, um, you know, dys...

- Dys... - Dyslexic?

- So, who wrote these? - Whoever he was sharing a cell with.

Mostly a guy called "Ross".

Ross Moran?

This handwriting's different. Who wrote these?

He never said.

(tense music playing)

(Harrow) Brendan Skeane and Francis Chester.

They shared a cell together.

Someone called me after Skeane was dead.

It has to have been Chester.

The handwriting is identical!

Look, I know you say that he's dead,

but somehow Francis Chester is alive.

- Daniel... - I'm convinced he killed Simon and Moran.

- He is covering his tracks. - Daniel!

We know exactly what killed Simon.

Modafinil?

It's one of the smart drugs. It's supposed to enhance concentration.

And increase resistance to fatigue.

But why was he taking that?

His sister said he was doing 12-hour days here,

plus his casual hospital work on weekends.

She said he really wanted to impress you.

(Pavich) The Modafinil Simon was taking to stay awake longer

had a negative interaction with his epilepsy medication.

It seems likely that this brought about a dizzy spell,

- which caused him to fall off the ferry. - I don't believe it.

He wouldn't make a mistake like that. I know Simon.

You didn't even know he had epilepsy, or a sister.

Listen, I'm really sorry that Simon died

because he was burning the candle at both ends.

- Why? - Because he was trying to be like you!

(bells tolling)

(Karina) Dr Harrow?

I found this.

From his locker at work.

I think he'd want you to have it.

(Harrow) "Day One. Met my boss.

Dr Daniel Harrow.

What a jerk but brilliant."

Every day there's an entry, and they're all about you.

It's all my fault.

I worked him too hard, I'm so sorry.

No one is to blame for his choices.

He had a job he loved and... a boss he adored.

Who can ask for more than that?

Oh, Simon.

(Simon) Assigned to Dr Fairley today.

Very smart.

Not as much of a prick as Dr Harrow.

Oh, thank you very much.

Today, Dr Harrow realised I'm gay.

Has only taken him two months.

I knew from the start.

Dr Harrow doesn't understand the point of a wardrobe.

He dresses badly.

His choice of shirts is appalling.

And he's also obsessed with old people's music.

Old people?

(Fern) Dad?

What are we gonna do?

I was wrong.

There is no conspiracy.

No one is out to get me.

Simon's dead, and I think it's my fault.

Your mum's right.

I need to spend my time with the living.

With you.

(Harrow) No more chasing ghosts.

Ross? You in there?

Moran!

(ominous music playing)

(theme music playing)