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Dad thought it was all connected.

The chemist must know something.
I'm gonna go talk to him.

He planted that fentanyl
in my apartment.

I had no idea what he was
gonna do with those drugs.

- The less you know, the better.
- Who did this to me?!

Now go!

Laurie Badcoe conducted
the PM on Francis Chester.

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

That dangerous creature
died in captivity.

You put people second to the job
and they end up getting hurt.

Simon was obsessing over my case.

I'll never forgive myself
for what happened.

How many people have you
told about Chester?

Let it go, Daniel!
Before somebody else gets hurt.

Please, Francis! No!

No! No!

The doctors told me my
tumours were inoperable.

They said...

..there was no hope.

But I refused to give up.

MFL.

Minerals for Living.

Conventional medicine couldn't save me

but alternative medicine has.

Hey, Taylor, it's just me.

You can turn your back
on cancer medicine.

It doesn't work.

Take control, start
getting your life back.

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She was in my office, on my computer,
looking up autopsy...

I know why. She didn't come home...

Sorry about that!

Where were you?

- Shit.
- Fern, what's going on?

Dad, someone's behind all this.
You were right all along.

- What do you mean?
- Police! Open up!

Well, I went and talked to Markides,
the chemist,

and he basically admitted
that he set me up.

Fern, you're not allowed to be
anywhere near him.

Ms Tolson, let us in.

Markides owns a horse with
Ross Moran, who's dead.

Simon went and visited Ross Moran...

- and now he's dead too.
- OK. OK.

Dad! Dad... It's all connected.

Fern Harrow, you're
under arrest for arson

resulting in the death
of Timothy Markides.

Think very carefully about what you say.

The neighbour has your daughter
coming out of Markides's house

just before it went up in flames.

This is bullshit.
Fern is not a murderer!

Just like she's not a drug dealer.

Dad, I didn't do it.

You need to tell me what's going on.

So, when it seemed Simon's death
was an accident,

I started to doubt everything else.

But Fern didn't. She kept looking.

And this person
you say is behind all this,

you're saying he escaped from jail,

so how do we know that Fern's
gonna be safe in prison.

She'll be in a women's remand centre.

The new inmates will be watched closely.

What about you or me?
I mean, are we in danger?

You were shot, for God's sake.

I think you should stay
somewhere else for a while.

And we need to talk to Callan too.

I mean, we've been trying to keep
her out of jail this whole time

and now, what, she could be
facing murder charges?

I mean, we can't just
leave her in there.

We won't!

I just need to prove that I'm right.

How?

- An exhumation order?
- No. Absolutely not.

It's the only way to prove
that autopsy was wrong

and Chester is alive.

Hang on. I thought you'd put
this to bed. What has changed?

Fern's been arrested for arson.

What?! Arson?

Markides?

The body that's on its way here now?

Maxine, you've known her since
she was a baby, she didn't do this.

OK, look, Daniel, if I thought for
one second Chester was alive,

I would sign an exhumation
request on the spot,

but I cannot get past a post-mortem

performed by one of the state's
most respected pathologists.

Laurie Badcoe.

Who was once your supervisor and mine.

Do you really think he
would have got it wrong?

And even if I did put
a formal request in,

do you think the Deputy
Coroner would agree?

Is that Markides's body now?

Yep. Daniel!

Harrow...

Don't get any ideas.

I have assigned this one to...

Harrow, the cleaners are
complaining about you again.

Why?

You won't let them into your office.

That's because they throw
away important things.

What? Like germ theory?

Like my last coffee mug.

Which hadn't been washed
since the Boer War.

I gave it a rinse

in the late '90s.

Hello. Who have we got here?

Maybe you should take a few days.

God knows you've got
about three years owing.

No.

There's nothing I can do
until Fern faces court again.

Maybe it'll help if I stay
and focus on work.

Good. You can join Grace.
She's with Bryan at a crime scene.

Let Fairley do this.

If there's anything to be found,
he'll find it.

And if there's a link to Chester,

I promise I will sign
an exhumation request.

That's done. Enjoy your long weekend.

- I will. Where do you want him?
- Take him to exam room two.

Lyle, I need you to check
the victim for succinylcholine.

Why would I do that?

Because I'm asking and I'm desperate

and I never once told anyone about
that time you took hula hoop classes.

They were excellent for my lower spine.

Believe in yourself, yeah?

Believe in what your body
is telling you.

You can do what I've done.

You can turn your back on
cancer medicine that doesn't wor...

OK, so I'm going to need you to take
me through everything once more.

How's Fern?

Homicide have been asked
to prepare a preliminary brief.

Yeah, look, mate, I know you,
I know Fern, but...

..think how this looks.

Fern would never do something like that.

Well, who did?

Dead men don't tend to light fires.

She's in jail, Bryan.

I have got to prove
that Chester is still alive.

OK, well, I'm sorry
to have to say this, mate,

but you'd better do it fast.

Because if that fire wasn't an accident,

Fern's got no chance of bail.

She'll be in prison
for a very long time.

Did Maxine send a babysitter?

I think I'm the one she wants babysat.

Makes sense to me.

So, what happened here?
Apart from the obvious.

This is Taylor Ford.

And I should know that name because...?

Oh, she's very big
in the alternate therapy world.

Cancer cures. Morning TV. The podcast.

Nearly 2 million followers.

My interests are broader
than what you give me credit for.

Significant cranial trauma.

Looks like she fell, landed here,
never regained consciousness.

Shame. After all she's been through.

It's awful but, uh,
what's the big mystery?

Well, actually there is no mystery.

Courier comes in,
sees a bloke bent over the body.

He does a runner, we pick him up.

Connor Harris,
active on Taylor's website.

Active?

Hate mail and death threats.

Why?

Because his girlfriend... is dying.

Stage four breast cancer.

He blames Taylor here for his girlfriend

turning her back
on conventional medicine.

And I presume he claims

he found her this way.

Yeah, but he can't explain what he
was doing here in the first place.

So, he pushed her.

And that, my friends, is the question.

Did she fall...

..or was she pushed?

..this incredible journey with me

and I'll see you guys next time.

Mwah.

That's Taylor's home studio.
Did her video blogs from there.

..my tumours were inoperable.

They said there was no hope.

But I refused to give up.

MFL.

Minerals for Living.

No! No!

Step back, it's fine.

Just breathe.

- Who's that?
- That must be her manager.

I heard about Fern and the chemist.

She OK?

I don't know.

They won't let me talk to her.

Do you want to talk about it?

Not right now, if that's OK.

Yeah.

The chemist?

Man, I told her not to go there.
Why doesn't she ever listen to me?

She knew she wasn't supposed
to approach Markides.

I mean, why would she...
why would she break her bail conditions

and risk everything?

Because no-one believed
that she didn't steal the drugs.

Not even you believed us.

I'm sorry.

So... where is she? Huh?

Will I still be able to see her,
at least?

She's in remand. None of us can see her.

Until when?!

I don't know, Callan. Until we get
this whole thing sorted out.

Look, Dan told me that he thinks

that there's someone behind all of this.

It's a pretty complex theory,
but, I mean, what do you think?

- Is it possible?
- I don't know.

But I trust Fern and I trust her dad.

- So, if that's what they think...
- OK, well...

..until Dan sorts this all out, I'm
gonna stay in a hotel for a few days

- and you need to be careful too, OK?
- Yep.

- I can give you a lift to work.
- No, it's fine.

I got a mate picking me up, OK?

Stay safe.

Everything OK?

- Not really.
- No?

My girlfriend's been arrested.

Oh, mate, that's no good.

Shall we head to work?

Yeah, mate.

Low body weight for her age.

What sort of cancer did she have?

Brain tumour. Haemangioblastoma.

Von Hippel-Lindau syndrome?

What do you make of this?

The whites? They're quite yellow.

Could be the effects of cancer
or the effects of chemo.

She wasn't on chemo.

Apparently she just ate fruit,
vegetables and that supplement.

Well, we need to get
those ingredients tested.

Mm.

Petechial haemorrhaging.

Could be as a result of body placement.

Was her head below her body
when the police got there?

Yes, but not long enough
for that kind of vessel damage.

Asphyxiation?

Perhaps her throat is obstructed?

Jaw intact.

No external sign of being choked.

The lining is burnt.

That scar tissue is from frequent
and violent vomiting.

I've seen that in bulimia sufferers.

- And her teeth are damaged.
- Mm.

Stomach acid.

Taylor was one very sick girl.

That explains the haemorrhaging

but it doesn't tell us
if she was murdered.

Let's see what our internals tell us.

I've seen better livers
in 50-year-old alcoholics.

Mm?

I'm not 50,

and my liver might have a few dents
but not like this.

Grey matter is healthy.

What's the state of
the rest of her organs?

Also impaired.

Her kidneys were barely functioning.

Now, Von Hippel-Lindau syndrome
shouldn't cause this sort of damage

in the rest of the body, should it?

She might have had tumours in her organs

but her organs themselves
shouldn't be damaged.

How's her brain?

Well, this is the injury from the fall.

There's certainly a brain injury.

You can see the contusions
and a bit of localised bleeding.

But it's not necessarily fatal.

Well, something was fatal.

Going back to the cancer,

what if the tumour
was impacting her artery?

She might have lost balance
and fallen down the stairs.

No. There is no brain tumour.

The contusion is all that's here.

With VH-L syndrome, there should be
tumours in her brain, on her spine,

even her eye.

- Nothing.
- So, her alternative therapy worked?

Didn't need to.

There's no evidence
Taylor ever had a brain tumour.

So, what are we dealing with here?

One of those fake cancer video bloggers?

Looks like it.

She looked sick.

More likely from the so-called
health supplements she was ingesting

to treat the cancer she never had.

We're getting a full
analysis done of the product

but preliminary testing is showing
mercury, other heavy metals.

Mercury? God, even I know that's crook.

That's why I gave up
eating fish and chips.

Not because Maxine wanted less to hug?

Look, I've got a bloke standing
over the top of a body

who's sent her death threats.

Did Connor Harris killer or not?

It's possible his story holds up,
that he found her fallen,

but we won't know more
until tox comes back.

"Less to hug"...

I'd like to know how Taylor
ever got a cancer diagnosis

in the first place.

Yes, I treated her.

She presented three years ago,
dizziness, headaches.

She was terrified that
she had a brain tumour.

Why would she think that?

Both her mother and her brother had died

from Von Hippel-Lindau syndrome,

so we took her case very seriously.

- She have scans?
- Six months' worth.

CT, MRI, bloods.

Everything came up clear.

But she wouldn't believe it.
Kept asking for more tests.

In the end, she walked out, saying
she wanted to get a second opinion.

And do you know who she saw next?

I don't think she saw anyone else.

Why?

One of her MRI scans came back
after she stormed out,

again all clear.

When she didn't respond to phone calls,

we sent it to her,

along with a letter confirming there
was absolutely no brain tumour.

No response.

And no other oncologist has ever
requested her complete file.

Then, a year later,
I happened across her video.

Turning her back
on conventional medicine.

Because it couldn't treat her condition.

She didn't have a condition.

You didn't follow up.

I tried but her manager
wouldn't let me anywhere near her.

Her manager?

I still can't believe she's gone.

She fought like crazy against her
cancer, to die like this just...

You two must have been very close.

Did Taylor have family?

She was only 11 when her mother
and brother died.

No dad?

Just a series of foster homes.
None of them great.

And then she came in
for a modelling cold call.

She was gonna be the next big thing

and then cancer killed
her modelling career.

And launched
her Minerals for Living career.

This was not just about making money.

This really works.

Taylor had a scan two weeks ago,
her tumour had gone.

She never had one.

Taylor never had
Von Hippel-Lindau syndrome.

- But I was there for all the tests.
- Which came up negative.

And then she got that final scan.

That gave her the all-clear.

What?

That's not what Taylor told me.

It would be here somewhere,
she kept everything.

Try this one.

"Connor Harris."

Hate mail?

Yeah, told her we should go
to the police about him.

She said it was the price she paid
for getting her message out there.

Here.

"Scans display no traces
of brain tumour past or present."

So, the whole thing was a lie?

What about her symptoms?

The fainting, the dizziness,
the vomiting.

More than likely caused by the cure.

What do I do?

People believe in this.

We're still mailing this stuff out
to hundreds of clients.

Then I suggest you stop.

Well, it's all over anyway.

Connor Harris killed her.

He killed all of this too.

So there's no proof

this other guy you say
shot you killed chemist?

Not yet, no.

So, her stay in jail is not temporary?

- Callan...
- I don't know what to do!

I don't.

Look at you, you have nine degrees
and you don't know what to do!

I'm doing everything that I can.

I know. I'm just...

I'm just really scared
that's not enough.

None of this...
none of this is Fern's fault!

I know! It's mine.

And I'm gonna make it right.

I cannot talk to you about it.

I know why you need to know,
I heard about Fern,

but anything I say could
compromise her as well.

Then just tell me that you ran
the tests for succinylcholine.

I'm telling you nothing of the sort.

The only thing I could say...

..from one colleague to another,

hypothetically talking
about scientific matters,

is that a body that has
been in a significant fire

would not be a candidate
for the testing of something

in such minute traces
as succinylcholine.

I am sorry.

Ah.

Daniel! How are you, old bean?

Good.

You would love this one,

Jack Russell terrier
versus a brown snake.

The owner got in between
the two, poor chap.

Got bitten by both but you'll never
guess which one killed him.

- Dog.
- Ah, well, exactly.

Snake's venom wasn't
strong enough to kill him.

He got bloody sepsis from the dog bite.

'Cause he was too proud to
seek help when he needed it.

Yeah, right. Alright, what's going on?

You remember when I came
to see you in Port Astor?

We discussed Francis Chester.

Yes.

I'm sorry to bring this up again

but is there any way that body you
autopsied was not Francis Chester?

This old chestnut.

We all make mistakes, Laurie.

The burnt body from the prison.

Well, if it wasn't Chester,
then who the hell was it?

- I don't know.
- Hmm?

And that body miraculously...

..completely matches
Chester in every way,

right down to the bloody dental records.

Which means someone would have
had to alter those records.

Not incompetence then.
You're suggesting that I'm corrupt.

No, Laurie!
I don't want it to be either.

Well, then I would suggest
that we end this call

before we say more things
that we will regret.

Laurie, please...

Laurie, you have got
to sign these forms.

I filled in all the details but
it has to be your signature...

Are you alright?

Yeah, yeah, fine, fine.

I'm worried about you, Laurie.

You're losing weight.

Why don't you come over for dinner?

Just the two of us.

Andy's away.

Till the end of the week.

Not tonight, sorry.

But... thanks.

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♪ But I heard you through the walls ♪

♪ I said, "Don't go far" ♪

♪ You had me searching for reasons ♪

♪ But I was in the dark ♪

♪ You and me after, you and me before ♪

♪ Time splits in two ♪

♪ On both sides of the door ♪

♪ You and me after, you and me before ♪

♪ Time splits in two ♪

♪ On both sides of the door. ♪

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Please leave a message.

Doug, it's Dan Harrow.

I need to talk to you about
something... sensitive.

You've got my number.

Doug?

This is the adult woman's remand centre.

- Is this Daniel Harrow?
- Yes.

Will you accept a call from Fern Harrow?

Yes. Yes.

- Dad?
- Bub! You OK?

Yeah, but the calls are
timed so, won't have long.

So, you're alright?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Dad, have you found
anything about the file?

No. Not yet, but I will.

I'm getting in touch
with the Deputy Coroner.

- He'll have...
- No-one believes you, do they?

No.

Well, I do.

Time's up, caller.

Doug, it's Dan Harrow again.

I'm sorry to be annoying
but it really is quite urgent.

Good morning.

- What are you doing?
- Having coffee.

You don't drink coffee.

That's why it's untouched.

So, why are you really here?

Who are you avoiding?

Connor Harris,

the man arrested for
Taylor Ford's murder,

his girlfriend, Rebecca, is here.

The stage four one?

Where?

The police wouldn't talk to me,

uh, but...

..I need to talk to someone.

My boyfriend didn't kill her.

He wouldn't.

Pain?

- Yep.
- Are you taking anything for it?

How long have you got?

Um, three months.

Well, two and a half now.

So the doctors told me.

I saw Connor's emails to Taylor.

He said he wanted her dead.

He was just frustrated.

With me. He can't understand
why I gave up on the chemo.

But MFL works.

It worked for Taylor. It cured her.

It actually didn't.

Those supplements
were making her sicker.

If you're taking them,
I suggest you stop.

No.

She posted her last scan,
her brain tumour was gone.

She never had a brain tumour.

I'm afraid you've been terribly misled.

You're all in it together,

doctors, big pharmaceuticals.

- Protecting your reputations.
- We're not.

It's Taylor who was deceiving people.

My boyfriend is not a killer.

So, if you think that he
did it, you're wrong.

You believe her?

I believe her belief.

She's convinced her
boyfriend is not the killer.

I don't think he is either.

Lab results are back.

Everything you'd expect,

high levels of heavy metals
in her brain and other organs.

No wonder she was so sick.

Mercury, lead, aluminium.

That explains the vomiting,
the fainting spells.

I think Connor's defence
will be able to argue

that she fainted and fell,
she wasn't pushed.

Only you don't think the brain injury
from the fall is what killed her

and Connor can't even explain
why he was there at all.

Hovering over her body...

Hovering?

Yes, why was he hovering?

I thought this inner lip
damage was from the fall.

I was so busy concentrating
on her throat, I missed it.

You see? It looks grazed.

Tissue damage from her teeth.

If someone pressed on
her nose and mouth...

- ..that could explain the marks.
- Asphyxiation.

And if she was held tight
enough to suffocate,

the killer could have
left DNA on her face.

Let's swab the skin around her nose

and her mouth.

Hello.

What, she's here now? I'll be right out.

Taylor's oncologist.

- Dr Peterson.
- Hi.

Um, we had a practice meeting
this morning

and I mentioned in passing the death
of Taylor Ford and your visit.

One of the other oncologists said

that Taylor made an appointment
to see her two weeks ago.

I was away at the time.

Why did she come back?

Apparently, she was becoming
increasingly worried

about her symptoms.

She knew they didn't match
what her mother and brother had.

Because they had a brain tumour
and she was being poisoned.

Did the other oncologist run any tests?

MRI. Again, no tumour.

And I assume Taylor took this

as evidence that her poisonous
supplements were working.

Until my partner showed her
the original letter and scan

we sent two years ago,

informing her then
that she'd never had VH-L syndrome.

She claims she'd never seen them before.

What? How?

I've seen them.
They're in her filing cabinet.

She said that all her mail
goes through...

- ..her manager.
- Her manager.

You knew where to find that letter
and scan yesterday

'cause you only put it there
after Taylor was dead.

This is ridiculous! I'm busy.

I need to sort through
Taylor's accounts.

Oh, yes, I'm sure you do.

Exactly how much money were you making

from Taylor, the cancer survivor,
and her miracle supplements?

It must have been quite a lot, for
you to hide that letter from her.

If you don't leave,
I'm calling the police.

That's an excellent idea.
Why don't I do it?

What's the penalty
for corporate fraud these days?

I'm guessing prison.

Wait.

By the time that letter arrived,

Taylor was well down
the Minerals for Living path.

Her social media was going nuts,

publishing and vlogging deals were
rolling in, the money was enormous.

And that's all you cared about.

For her!

Once her modelling career was over,
Taylor had nothing.

All I did was withhold one letter.

But Taylor found out, didn't she?

When she went back to the oncologist.

What happened?

I'm imagining she was angry.

We... argued. Yes.

- Why didn't you tell me the truth?
- You didn't want to know.

The partnership soured
because she wanted to go public.

I told her we'd look like frauds,
we might both go to jail.

Did you push her down the stairs?

No.

This happened days ago.

I was nowhere near here
when Taylor died.

That part checks out.

She was at a management meeting
all morning.

Five other people confirmed
she was there.

She deluded hundreds of people
into buying a product

that she knew didn't work.

She could be responsible
for their deaths.

Yeah, and I'll be handing the whole
brief over to the Fraud Squad.

But she didn't kill Taylor.

OK? Which leaves us with Connor Harris.

- Mm.
- Any progress on that front?

Still waiting for DNA to come back.

And... here it is.

DNA?

No.

But I did ask Scientific to run
swabs through the mass spectrometer.

And...?

- Cannabinoids.
- Mm.

Traces. In the sweat
around her nose and mouth.

Marijuana?

Why is a clean-living, yoga-loving
health guru smoking joints?

She wasn't. No trace in her tox results.

You were right. She was smothered...

By someone using cannabis.

Door was open. I walked in
and I found her like that.

Now, you claim
you didn't touch the body.

No.

Not even to check
if she was still alive.

I told you, no.

I could see she wasn't, so...

OK, well... great.

If all that's true,
we can clear you immediately.

- How?
- Oh, we just need a blood sample.

OK, when?

Well, as it happens,
we have a doctor right here.

- Y-you're gonna do this right now?
- Yeah.

Sooner we're done,
sooner you're out of here.

How exactly is my blood gonna prove
whether Taylor fell or was pushed?

Oh, it won't.
Because the fall didn't kill her.

Taylor was asphyxiated
by someone who was smoking dope.

So, if there's no cannabis
in your system,

you'll be clear to go.

Wait, wait.

Don't bother.

You'll find what you're looking for.

You smothered Taylor Ford?

Yes.

Take care of it.

Don't you think that was
a little too easy?

God, I wish they were all like that.

I mean, why is he gonna
cop to 15 years jail

for a murder he didn't commit?

What?

- Congratulations.
- For what?

Finally letting the cleaners
into your office.

I'm sure they're traumatised.

Stop!

Gloves.

Dr Sharp to Maternity Ward.
Dr Sharp, Maternity.

I'm glad you've re-embraced
conventional medicine.

Although that's not what you use
for pain relief, is it?

So, what, you're gonna arrest me
for smoking dope?

No.

Murder.

When you covered
Taylor's nose and mouth,

your sweat left markers from
the cannabis you'd been smoking.

Cannabinoids?

How did you find out she was a fake?

You must have gone into her office

to pick up your
Minerals for Living package.

Was Connor with you?

Um, no, he'd...

..driven off. Um...

We'd had a fight.

I don't understand why you keep
taking this shit

when it's not working!

Look! If I don't have your support,
then I may as well be alone! OK?!

Fine.

I could hear her voice.

That scan you saw
posted on my website...

She sounded different.

Um...

Upset.

And I've just found out
I've never had a tumour.

It was all a lie.

A confession.

And you confronted her.

What? No, no, no, no.

No, MFL works.

- You said...
- No, no, no, no, no...

I'm so... I'm so sorry. OK?

I was so angry.

While I was getting sicker and sicker,

she was getting richer and richer.

She blamed her manager.

She lied to me,
she lied to... to all of us.

The difference is that you're all clear

and I've got stage four. I...

I'm going to die.

Because of you. You...

You...

..killed me!

You could have called an ambulance.

But you didn't
because you were so angry.

And the confession video?

I deleted it.

The only problem was
Connor came back to get you

but you'd already gone.

Bec?

He's confessed.

He's prepared to go to jail for you.

Why?

Same reason he sent those hate mails.

He loves you.

You have a decision to make.

Exhumations are hugely distressing

for the families of the victims.

The idea the man who killed
their loved one might not be dead?

And it undermines the public's faith
that we can all do our job.

But if Chester isn't in that grave,
then we haven't done our jobs, Doug.

And he's already killed again.
Twice, that we know of.

It's a big if, Dan.

No-one else believes this idea.

But...

I'm not happy
with the level of coincidence.

Does Chester have next of kin?

I think his mother's still alive.
She was at the trial.

If you can get her to agree,
it would be hard to refuse.

- Louise.
- Mm?

Louise Whitehall?

Yes.

You're not one of my PhD students.

And you're not really
Louise Whitehall, Louise Chester.

I think you must have me confused
with someone else.

Mother of Francis Chester who killed
three couples over 18 months.

You stop that. You stop that!

I'm with the coroner's office.

I really need to talk to you
about your son.

What can you possibly need to know?

My son committed awful, awful crimes

and I've had to live with that
for 15 years, but he is dead now.

I don't think he is.

You want to dig up Francis's body?

It's the only way to know for sure.

Every day, every second,
I have to live with the fact

that my son ended six young lives.

Every year would be a year
that they'd be older,

they would have got jobs,
they would have had kids,

they would have been married
and I lost a son too, by the way.

But how do I grieve for him?

I can only grieve for a four-year-old...

..who was sweet,

who was the cleverest boy in his class.

But how do I grieve for a killer?

- You became a professor...
- Criminology.

- ..to help you understand your son.
- Why he did what he did.

Was it me?

His father?

Where did all this darkness come from?

If I can understand,

then maybe I can stop
some other mother's son

from killing six people.

And if I'm right,
we still need to stop this one.

No. Francis died in a prison fire.

If anyone was smart enough to pull
this off, it would be your son.

I have spent 15 years
trying to rebuild my life

and I'm not gonna open it up again.
I can keep you out of it.

Oh, please! How could you
promise that? I mean you found me.

I mean how long will it take the media?

If I'm right,
your son has already killed again.

And if you're wrong, then what?

You just destroy my life again.

Oh, no.

My son is dead and he's
gonna stay that way.

It's me. Leave a message. No promises.

Maxine signed this?

Turns out Chester's mother is dead.

And with no next of kin to object,

Maxine's been convinced
by other arguments.

Well, it'll take a few days
to do all the paperwork but...

..looks to me like you've
got your exhumation.

Ah, Harrow?

Good news about the hypothetical
case we were discussing earlier.

- Markides?
- Mm, let's not use names.

The hypothetical house-fire victim.

Yes, yes. No succinylcholine.

But cause of death,

smoke inhalation while sleeping.

- But that doesn't prove Fern...
- N... Uh...

..our hypothetical suspect
didn't set fire to the house.

Well, no,

but the Arson Squad has.

- How?
- Well, apparently, Marki...

..uh, our hypothetical house-fire victim

fell asleep while smoking a cigarette.

So, the police won't be
pursuing an arson charge

against whoever the
theoretical suspect was.

Alright. Steady on.

- Good. That's enough.
- Oh!

I spoke to Nichols, and Fern
will be released in the morning.

Why not right now?

Paperwork.

Jill McCloud is no doubt
processing the release order

as slowly as possible.

All you have to do is lay low for a
few days while the grave is exhumed,

then we'll work out the
rest of it after that.

Great. Because I'm not
loving this hotel life.

You know they charge me $10
for a bottle of water.

Uh... I'm gonna have to call you back.

Know why I'm here?

Personal congratulations for
letting the cleaners in?

I need your ID and your access card.

You're leaving the building immediately.

Why?

Do me the favour of not
treating me like an idiot.

- Coroner rang.
- To check some details.

On the exhumation order...

..I apparently signed.

Sorry, Maxine. I had no choice.

When they dig that grave
up and find it empty,

I hope you'll forgive me.

No-one's digging up anything.

Coroner's not proceeding
with the application.

What he is proceeding with is a
tribunal hearing into your conduct.

Until then, you are suspended.

♪ You'll have to ♪

♪ Forgive me ♪

♪ My haziness... ♪

It's late.

Just checking some files.

Well, don't stay back too long.
You need your beauty sleep.

Thanks, Rhon.

Uh... Oh, Rhon?

Yeah.

Remember that prison fire
about six months ago?

Of course.

There was another prison death
around about the same time, yeah?

Same day, I think. An old inmate.

Heart attack in the showers.

- You went and brought him in?
- Uh-huh.

Same day?

- Mm-hm.
- OK.

Thank you.

- 'Night, Rhon.
- 'Night.

♪ Wanting too much ♪

♪ Needing your touch ♪

♪ We ♪

♪ Burn the ♪

♪ Fire of love... ♪

Jesus!

No, not quite so ready
to turn the other cheek

but kudos for vigilance.

Now...

..I need you to do something for me.

Anything. What is it?

When Fern is released from
prison in the morning,

I need you to pick her up.

Don't bring her back here.
Do not leave her alone.

- Take her somewhere safe.
- Sure.

Wait, where are you going?

To the hardware store.

♪ Everybody ♪

♪ Has gone. ♪

- Next on Harrow...
- Not in jail, am I?

If that was the guy's plan,
then it failed.

And if that's true,
then this guy's a killer, Fish.

And if your dad can't find him,
I don't know how we can.

But if your dad's right about this,

he had reason not to tell you.

Mr Howard Hobson.

Someone wrapped him up,

put him in a coffin that
was going far, far away.

What in blue blazes is that?

- Where's Dr Harrow?
- I think he's been suspended.

Daniel's problems are of his own making.

Aaaaaagh!

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