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ANNOUNCER: Previously, on Harrow...

Did Pavich tell you?

She's authorised to have
the river bones cremated.

I think he was wrong.

I think that those bones might have
been in the river less than a year,

maybe nine months.

Harrow is a fabulous pathologist,

but I wouldn't want to be around
when he self-destructs.

Are you warning me off him?

You should know that
Harrow is not perfect.

WOMAN: Are you in trouble too?

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

It doesn't have to be
here when they arrive.

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

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(PHONE RINGS)

What if I was sleeping?

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

- (OVER PHONE) I'm at work.
- Hm. Pretty early.

Late. Loose ends.

(OVER PHONE) 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 phorminen.

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

- Are you OK?
- Yeah, I'm great.

Call you back later.

REPORTER: (OVER TV)
Chinese mining giant Xiagreen

has arrived in Australia

to finalise a $16-billion mineral deal.

Hi. This is Sergeant Soroya Dass.

I want to see if I can postpone
the cremation of some remains

that were sent to you.

Well, I don't care what
the minister wants.

I am not clearing this line
until Sergeant Dass OK's it.

I don't care.

Hi.

- Are you OK?
- It's not pleasant.

Oh, hell.

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

She was on a working holiday.

Coal train came through
here at about 3am.

Did he stop?

Nicole said the driver didn't see her.

Did she live near here?

No, in the city. Student accommodation.

- Could she drive here?
- There's no car.

We're looking into taxis and ride share.

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, uh...

Sue Latchford.

Federal Department of Energy.

There are three passenger
trains backed up on this line

and another two pending.

Yeah, well, I don't
care who you are, lady.

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

OK.

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's 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.

Of course, instead of
wasting the cops' time,

you could be telling those passengers

that getting annoyed about
a tiny delay is piss-weak.

And this young woman will never be late

or early or tired or
cranky or happy or sad,

or anything ever again.

So, you're ordering me
to shut it down now?

Fine.

Can I get a body bag over here, please?

(PHONE RINGS)

It's my dad's number.

- How does he have my number, anyway?
- He works with 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.

(CHUCKLES) That arsehole.

A lot of the old-timers
just plain refused

to give up their DNA on principle.

Why?

He's been missing 10 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.

STEPH: This is really unfair.

When?

WOMAN: Next week.

I thought you deserved
to hear it from me

rather than an email.

Cutting to two days, I mean,

how am I supposed to make
my mortgage payments and eat

on two days a week?

If the situation changes
and a position opens,

I will let you know.

WOMAN: There we go.

(DOOR BEEPS)

- 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.

- 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 stand there
longer than me... naked.

- Otherwise it wasn't standardised.
- I know it sounds gay, right?

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?

(MUSIC PLAYS)

That's a reasonably clean cut. Below C4.

Hmm. C5 is crushed. C6 crushed.

Some damage, 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.

- I'm not seeing anything.
- Mmm, 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.

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.

Past me the endo cam.

What's that in her hair?

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

There's more on her sleeve here.

There.

- Or it's a nightclub stamp?
- Mm.

Look here.

- Hand cream?
- Hmm.

Didn't notice any in her purse.

You test it. I'll do the
same at scientific.

These marks, the pattern
is consistent on both knees.

Was there anything like
this at the scene?

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.

Likely consensual.

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?

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.

No, but I was here when
Steph got remarried,

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

I should get back.

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 had 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?

This feels really dangerous.

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

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

Oh. Yes. That.

Well...

here we are.

Where should we start?

Between the tracks.

Well, there's hardly any blood.

You?

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.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Hi, Steph.

Hi.

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

Yeah. Thanks.

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.

Hope you told Dass about the blood.

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

Hey, hey!

It's only me. It's only me.

Look at this.

What is it?

Well, apparently, my step-uncle died.

And, well...

his place is empty.

Where is it?

Northern Rivers.

About three hours.

It's small.

No running water. It's
got a tank, woodstove.

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

I'm not trying to push it, but...

we're still nowhere near
saving enough for a bond.

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'd clean too, but...

I thought it might be what you want.

Get away from...

whatever makes you jump like that.

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.

Don't piss off people
in your corner, Daniel.

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

(PHONE VIBRATES)

Hi.

STEPH: (OVER PHONE) 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 scene-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.

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

I love storms.

Sailors, not so much.

I think you like chaos.

Only when I find the order in it.

Kiriakos and Pavich think it was you

that ordered the river bones
back from the crematorium.

You took the blame.

I was trying to help.
It was a good call.

You went to see Steph
about Robert Quinn.

- Who's been missing for 10 months.
- Yeah.

Which is how long Fairley thinks
the bones have been in the river.

- He does.
- Who had a broken arm.

Apparently.

- Whose DNA is not on the register.
- Apparently not.

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 would go back
to teaching full-time,

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

Then he started showing
his true colours.

Quinn was in pretty deep
with the money changes.

Bookies and the cards.

Yeah. Steph told me he took a
second mortgage out on her house

and lost the lot.

So she finally kicked him out.

But the damage...

was done.

Did you kill him?

If I did,

do you think anyone would ever know?

No.

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

I'm not going to apologise.

I don't want you to.

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.

(PHONE RINGS)

Sorry.

Hello?

So, you found the nightclub she was in?

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
recognised Lotte Bentsen.

Why do you look so happy?

We got access to her
social media accounts.

(SPEAKS IN DANISH)

Oh!

(MAN LAUGHS)

Who's the guy?

Yannick 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,

and currently Herr
Hartmann's not answering,

so we're trying to get a
warrant on his mobile.

But you have tracked her phone?

Yeah.

OK, here's her last 12 hours.

Her student apartment, then
down to the nightclub area.

She spends two hours down there,

then spends another two hours down here,

which is another bunch of clubs

that we're door-knocking at the moment.

Then out to the railway line.

FERN: What are you doing?

Hey.

I didn't expect to see you. It's good.

Are you hungry?

No.

Come inside.

What is it?

What... what have you been doing?

Mum, something's come up.

Callan and I, um...

You can tell me anything, bub.

Callan and I, um, are go...

(CAR APPROACHES)

Oh, that's just, um... it's
just a friend from school.

Yeah.

I'll give you a call.

You don't have to go.

Fern...

REPORTER: (OVER TV)
After years of coral bleaching

linked to severe El Nino events,

marine biologists are bracing
for even more bad news

with the mercury set
to soar this summer.

As rising temperatures damage
hopes of coral recovery,

some fear that the reef
may be lost forever.

Mining giant Xiagreen has
received the green light...

(OVER LAPTOP) It's anise myrtle.

What? Uh, hang on.

- Morning.
- Oh, Jesus.

Shh.

Ah, sorry. What was
that again, anise what?

Anise myrtle, also know as ringwood,

syzygium anisatum or anetholea anisata.

The anetholeas, they're the giveaway.

They're very soothing.
Good morning, my angel.

- So, they are used in moisturisers?
- Yes.

However, I am only aware of one company

that extracts anise myrtle oil...

so I'd start with them.

- You know what I don't get?
- Social cues to leave?

It's how come Yellowly
lives at a nice house

happily married to a hot wife

while you contemplate poison,

and sleep alone in a floating testament

to compulsive hoarding disorder.

I didn't sleep on my boat.
I slept here on my lounge.

Why are you here so early anyway?

Fairley's away, so I'm
taking his roster, aren't I?

Where is he?

Chado competition.

It's a Japanese tea-making ceremony.

- He's in the finals.
- What?!

What is this, anyway?

The moisturiser that we found
under Lotte Bentsen's fingernails,

it's made by one company,
and it is supplied exclusively to...

Hand cream.

Open Lotte Bentsen's phone journey.

DASS: Now, she spent two
hours somewhere in this block

before she went to the rail line.

Why not here?

It's a pretty fancy joint
for a travelling student.

Alright. Let's see.

Did you get Lotte's tox report?

Yeah. Alcohol and cocaine. Big night.

Unfortunately, there was no match

in the database for that sperm.

What about the powder on
her hair, on her clothes?

Chalk. Not from the rail line.

What did you get up to last night?

That's a pretty unsubtle
question, Doctor.

Ask me a better one,
maybe I'll answer you.

Good morning, officers.

Detective Senior Sergeant Bryan Nichols.

You look like you're expecting us.

These, uh... suits,

they're not with the
hotel staff, are they?

They are legal advisers
engaged by the hotel.

The hotel's in-house 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 inquiry 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.

Yeah.

Hey. What are you doing out here?
Come in. Say hi to everyone.

Not today.

Maybe...

Here.

- What's this?
- It's Robert's old toothbrush.

- Why?
- I need you to check it for DNA.

- Can you run this?
- Absolutely.

Hey, Axis Sally.

- Sue.
- What do you want?

We want to help.

Oh, well, you could help by leaving.

The minister has become
aware of this investigation

and wants to ensure that 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.

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

Of course.

_

I think I see why Maxine likes you.

Do you want a duplicate, Harrow?

- Sergeant.
- What?

DASS: There.

- Is that your guy?
- Yannick Hartmann.

Still haven't found him?

Neither of them are sure
where they are going.

It's their first visit.

But she has a key.

Where does 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 sterilisation lab.

They've cleaned this
place top to bottom.

So you think Lotte Bentsen died here?

Somewhere near here.

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?

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.

Cut out the carpet if you have to.

NICHOLS: (OVER WALKIE-TALKIE)
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.

There are no security cameras down here.

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

Where would you park if you
were in the penthouse?

Wherever I wanted.

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 let out alive.

Yes.

They brought her here to kill her.

Over this grate.

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 1am

the night before last.

- Go.
- (PHONE RINGS)

Nichols.

OK. Send it through.

Well, we found Yannick Hartmann.

He's cold.

Rigor mortis has come and
gone at least 24 hours.

This is a well-known gay cruising spot.

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

Look at this.

Asphyxiated.

- But no sign of strangulation.
- Look.

More powder here. Someone
wearing gloves dressed him.

Can you tilt his head back for me?

Cling wrap.

Take it through.

First up, we need to
check the semen sample

found in Lotte Bentsen against this guy.

- I'll get McCauley to open up the lab.
- Stop.

It is rank bullshit.

Where the hell is this coming from?

The German embassy...

Oh, for Christ's sake!

...has requested that the coroner

not authorise 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.

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 Red Rise Investments from Mali.

But the forensic accountants
have just discovered

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

Who rented the penthouse.

And we're still working
on who owns that.

Do we know where the
company is based out of?

China.

TV REPORTER: (OVER TV)
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 Yannick.

They drink, they flirt.

He flashes his cash.

He suggests taking the party
back to his penthouse.

Young travellers, super-rich
handsome man, free drugs,

no-strings, why not?

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

But he tells them where he's staying.

And he gives them the keycard.

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,
he doesn't realise.

Until it's too late, he's dead.

Wei can't afford that kind of a problem,

and Lotte is a witness.

Yannie?

Maybe they tell her everything is OK.

They'll drive her home.

Then they'll call the cops.

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

No, no, no!

No, no!

And then...

..she's a suicide.

And he's the victim
of erotic asphyxiation

at a well-known gay cruise spot.

- It's all conjecture.
- But it's right.

But we don't have anything.

I mean, even if we can
get past the hotel lawyers

and prove that Harry Wei
rented the penthouse,

we can't prove what happened there.

We can't prove he was involved
in her murder in the car park.

- And that rental car?
- Nichols is working on a warrant.

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

You want a lift?

I'll walk.

OK.

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

Hey! (GRUNTS)

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, bully, murdering arseholes!

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.

- STEPH: We can't.
- JESSE: We can.

- We can't just up and go.
- Of course we can.

It's just for the weekend.
OK, you need to get away.

Jesse...

I can't afford it.

I'm taking you.

Is the stove off?

MAN: Ms Tolson?

We've had a call from Dr Harrow.

I'm sorry.

(OVER PHONE)
Then tell me what it's about.

It's a long story.

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

Listen, I...

I 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.

OK, well, how are we going to
get a sample from him, Harrow?

It's a bureaucratic stalemate.

We've been wide-ended, mate,

which is just what those pricks wanted.

The deal is signed.

They'll be tipping
their glasses to it tonight

and they'll be going home tomorrow.

You know, they won.

Where are they tipping their glasses?

Hi. How are you going?
Could you 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,

so unless your name appears somewhere...

Yeah, I know.

For Harry Wei, 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...

Sue.

Latchford.

Oh, look. There she is inside now.

Oh, come on. The poor
woman is going nuts.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Look. Here.

Give Sue a call.

Tell her that Dennis Guigan

brought her thrush cream like she asked.

It's all yours.

Wait.

To your health, Harry. Cheers.

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

I beg your pardon?

Oh, if only you had 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
even have 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 company has employed...

Mr Pathologist?

Over 80,000.

And...

they buy food and clothes...

and cars and keep...

hundreds of thousands of others working.

If I was to...

face a scandal...

my company's 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.

(DEVICE BEEPS)

Is that it?

You owe me.

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

and it's completely inadmissible.

- (PHONE CHIMES)
- But at least we know.

CRB has the car that moved the bodies.

NICHOLS: Anonymously reported stolen.

Bastards.

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.

That's probably them now.

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

We'll go through the channels,
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.

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

- A very sharp piece.
- Come on.

- No.
- Leave it.

- No. (LAUGHS)
- It's OK.

No!

Give it to me.

Whoa! (GIGGLES) Are you kidding?

Let's go.

(PHONE VIBRATES)

We'll go.

Hey.

Hey. What you got?

Insufficient DNA on this
toothbrush. Couldn't get a profile.

What toothbrush?

Robert Quinn's.

Steph seems to think the
river bones might be his.

Yeah, I know.

Is there something I need to know?

Only to do your job.

Quinn's phone went black
on the night of October 3rd.

Now, I have roughly reconstructed
its travel on that night

based on the phone towers.

It travels from the
suburbs 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
bushland and trawl that dam.

And if they don't find anything?

I'll never mention it again.

Six recruit's and a supervisor. One day.

- Tomorrow?
- Get out.

Can you find your way now?

ANNOUNCER: Next, on Harrow...

Robert Quinn's car has come up.

Why didn't you tell me you
had found Quinn's car?

It won't stop now until they know
whether Robert is alive or dead.

WOMAN: What if the phones you've
been banging on about are Quinn's?

We all warned Steph about it.

You were the sergeant here
when Holly went missing.

Holly was a friend at school.

One day she vanished.

Where is Holly?

The only person who knew for
sure was shot in the head,

and his memory went with it.

- Wouldn't that have killed him?
- Normally, yes.

It's unusual but it happens.

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