All language subtitles for Harrow.S03E03.720p.WEB.H264-CAKEs

Previously, On Harrow...

And you are?
Ben Patterson.

I’m her husband.

Sydney?
To sort out the house.

You own a house together?

Yeah.
You won’t even miss me.

I want to see him.
You can’t.

He’s my brother.

Your brother is still alive.

His name is James.

Have the DNA results come in?

You have to keep them secret,

because there are people
that are after me.

If what he’s telling me
is true, then I have to help him.

This is from
the police vehicle compound,

where the stolen car
from the shipyard is being held.

Did he break into any other vehicles?

No, only this one,
which makes me think

there was more than one person
at the shipyard

when our victim fell
to his death.

We need to find this guy.
I think he might be involved.

Hi, Dad.

Improved By M_I_S
www.opensubtitles.org

Mum had this record, too.

Did she play it much?

Only when she thought
no one was listening.

You wrote in that passport.

And you left that note.

How do I know you’re you?

Where’s your mother?

She’s dead.

Breast cancer?

She found out when I was 15.

She fought it for nearly three years.

She couldn’t work in the end.

Who looked after you both?
Me.

Why didn’t you call me?

I didn’t know you existed.

Mum always...

She always said she didn’t
know who my father was.

It was only after she died
that I found this in her things.

It was in a box of keepsakes.

Why did you wait so long to find me?

I was angry at you.

For not being there.

I’m sorry, I really tried.

Why did she lie about me?

I don’t know.

That’s why I watched you for a while,

when I came out here.

To see if you were a bastard.

I saw you had a family,
a daughter.

A life. A good life.

I couldn’t find my place to fit in it.

So I wrote that goodbye note.

What happened to that boy
at the shipyard?

I don’t know.

He lent me his car.

I went to the shipyard to return it,

and I found him dead,
and I panicked.

When I turned around,
the car was being towed.

My phone was in it.

So you broke into
the police compound to get it back?

Yeah.

Did you know the dead boy?

No. He paid me to do some stuff.

I’m a software programmer.

You’re a hacker?

Amongst other things.

I learnt to do a lot of stuff
while Mum was sick.

Do you know his name?

His real name? No.

I didn’t trust him.

That’s why I diverted
the security cameras

at the shipyard to my phone.

It can prove that I had
nothing to do with his death.

Well, then we should
just go to the police.

I can’t.
Yes, you can.

We can just go in there,
tell them that it’s your phone.

I can’t. Dad!
And unlock it

and prove that you’re innocent.
Dad!

I made the false passport.

If the cops find out,
I’ll do 15 years for a Federal crime.

That’s why I wrote
your name in the back.

To get your help.

Hello!

You home?

Police!

I’ll, uh,
I’ll come up, Bryan.

Ah, no worries,
I’m here now.

Jesus.

Missing me?

We really need to get you
back dating again.

Pour you a drink?

Uh, sure. Ta.

Listen, I‐‐

Sorry. Cockroach.

Oh, do you mind?

Thank you.

Ta.

So, uh,
what can I do for you?

Well, I didn’t want to say this
in front of your new boss,

but we have a dead young man
from the shipyard

who was not your son,

yet your name
was in his passport,

and a very personal note
meant for you.

So if he was not your son,

maybe this young man is.

I thought Fairley
determined his death

was by misadventure?

Well, it might not be
misadventure

if there were
two people involved.

That note
was written by someone

who was reaching out
to his father,

and I think that someone
will reach out again,

and I think if he did,

it would be good for both
of you if you told me.

If he’s done nothing wrong,
I can help him.

Bryan, I don’t even know
if I have a son.

Okay.

But if he does get in touch,
be sure to tell me.

I will.

James?

Well, it still looks the same.

Some things don’t change.

Ohh.

You never repainted the lounge.

Yeah, it didn’t seem so important.

So what do we have to do?

Divide our stuff.

And sign those.

Morning.

Morning.
Any visitors last night?

Well, I had a somewhat overweight,

yet dashingly attractive
Senior Sergeant come by.

Shame he’s not my type.

What do we have here?

Unidentified female. Forties.

She’s been washed
down the river,

but we don’t know from where.

No personal effects.

And no shoes.

Yeah, SOCOs aren’t confident approximating
time of death because‐‐

The water would have lowered
her temperature quickly

and delayed rigor mortis.

But I’d guess
the middle of the night.

She’s jolly thin. Athlete?

No. Poor musculature.

This woman wasn’t well.

Look at this.

What’s that from?

Looks like rope burn.

Tied?

Restrained.

Maybe.

But there are no marks on her wrists.

But she was married.

Sir? Sir! Sorry,you can’t go down there.

No, let me through!

No, that’s my wife!
You gotta let me through!

That’s my wife!
Let me go!

Erin!
Sir.

Erin!

Erin Young.

Her husband just arrived
back this morning

from a conference
at the Gold Coast.

He finds the house empty,
his wife gone.

Any sign of violence
or a forced entry?

No.

But there is
something interesting, though.

Dialysis?
Mm‐hmm.

Kidney disease?

End stage polycystic kidney disease.

That’s bad?

Well, there’s
no real treatment,
except for a transplant.

And if it was end stage,
she was dying.

Painful?

It absolutely can be.

Nothing much here in the way
of pain relief, though.

Only low‐dose analgesics.

Two kids?

They’re on their way.

Hmm.

Pretty place. Where’s this?

That’s it, is it?

How deep is it?

It’s about four metres,
straight down.

That explains the marks
around her ankles.

And none on her wrists.

Fatal disease, severe pain.

No strong painkillers to use.

You think she chose
to end her life here,

in the middle of the night?

Maybe.

It’s clearly one
of her favourite spots.

She waited till her husband
was gone to spare him.

It’s not a pleasant way to go.

Is polycystic kidney disease?

Senior Sergeant?

No. There is no way
Mum drowned herself.

We don’t know what happened, love.

What makes you so sure,
Ms Young?

What’s going on?

Uh, it‐‐
it’s my son, Nate.

What are you doing here?

Mum called me yesterday.

Said she wanted to see us.

Mum called you?

Why can’t I go inside?

Nate, uh...

Mum’s gone.

Your mother is
on her way to our mortuary.

We’re trying to work out
how she died.

What do you mean?

It wasn’t kidney failure?

They think Mum drowned herself.

Makes sense.

Are you serious?

She was dying.

She wouldn’t do that.

Not without telling us.

Maybe that’s what the call was about.

I can’t believe she called you.

You treated her like shit
all your life!

She treated me like shit!

She didn’t.
She loved both of you.

Okay, just stop, please.

Nate?

Tell me about this call.

Mum called yesterday.
Mm‐hmm.

Said she wanted
to talk to us all today.

Why would she do that if she was planning
to kill herself first?

The daughter arrived
late last night from Adelaide.

That checks out.

The husband was
down the Gold Coast, as I said.

And her son?

He says he spent the night alone.

Give me a sec.

Yeah.

Excuse me? Mr Young,

I’m sorry to bother you.
One last question.

Your wife,
had she got any bad news from the transplant unit,

that there was no hope
of finding a donor?

Erin wasn’t
on the transplant list.

Why not?

She always thought she’d beat it.

Okay, CT’s up.

Oh, wow.

So that’s
polycystic kidney disease.

Those kidneys had all but failed.

She was definitely dying.

And she wasn’t on the transplant list?

Mmm.

Is there anything interesting
in her medical records?

Uh, parents deceased.
No siblings.

Moved to Brisbane from New South Wales
22 years ago.

Had a daughter 21 years ago,

and diagnosed with polycystic
kidney disease in November 2016.

Nothing
in her childhood records?

They must be in New South Wales.

As bad as the kidney disease was,

it’s not what killed her.

Drowned herself, right?

Perhaps.

Contused and abraded rings

approximately two centimetres wide
around both ankles,

just above the lateral malleolus.

Consistent with the rope
found at the scene.

Just her ankles, though?
Not her wrists?

Yes.

So she threw herself in?

If it was murder, wouldn’t
her wrists be tied, too?

Unless she was already dead
when she was put in,

or unconscious.

Let’s check under her fingernails.

Okay.

What for?

Flesh. Signs of a struggle.

Huh.

Yeah. Chewed?

Chewed down to the quick.

I used to chew my nails.

Of course my fifth‐grade
teacher, Mrs Geraci,

had a glass eye, a limp
and an unhealthy predilection

for hitting me on
my knuckles with her ruler

when my cursive was untidy.

So why is your handwriting
so terrible now?

My point is,
Mrs Geraci stressed me,

and stress can cause one
to bite their nails.

So she was stressed,
she had a terrible disease.

Doesn’t explain how she died.

Or whether or not she tied
that rope to her ankles.

Wait, have a look at this.

Huh. That’s nearly come right off.

Are those rope fibres?

Maybe from undoing the knot.

So maybe she was conscious underwater.

Let’s check her lungs.

Whoa! 2.44 kilos.

Waterlogged.

Drowned.

So she definitely was
alive when she went in.

Looks that way.

So this woman was dying and in pain.

Understandable
she might want to end it.

She calls her family,
tells them she wants
to speak to them.

But before she does,
in the middle of the night,

she trudges all the way
out to a jetty,

ties a brick around her ankles

and throws herself in.

But then underwater,
changes her mind again.

Undoes the knots around her ankles,

and yet still drowns.

Well, we can’t know what was going on
in her mind, can we?

Let’s see if what she was eating
affected what she was thinking.

Hmm. Capsules.

Only partly digested.

Digestion
would have ceased

when her heart stopped.

So she took them
not long before she drowned?

Ah, what are these?

Ramipril.

It’s an enzyme inhibitor
that helps lower blood pressure.

Where’s her medication list?

Yes.
She took more than she should have.

Maybe she deliberately overdosed.

Ramipril is not a sedative.

And if you were going to overdose,

why throw yourself
into the river as well?

Order a full tox,

and see if you can get
her older medical history.

Where are you going?

I’m going to see
if we missed any medication

that was not
on the prescribed list.

I understand all that.

I know what happened!
I was here before!

It’s my parents’ house!
I grew up here!

Sorry, sir, but until
I hear otherwise, it’s sealed.

Doc.

Pat. Mr Young.

Why can’t I go inside?

Well, I’m sure
Constable Sloane explained well.

But why do you want to go inside?

I was under the impression
you didn’t get along well with your mother.

She never liked me.

Why not?

I don’t know.

Then why are you so keen
to get inside?

You’re with the morgue, right?

Then you know.

When death’s in the picture,
people change.

I think when death
is in the picture,

people regret
their mistakes.

All I wanted was to...

Nate.

Is there anything
you want to tell us?

Forget it.

Exam 1.

Check for opioids.

Your office, or...

Ha ha.

Erin Young, please.

I can get a restraining order.

What are you doing?

Well, I’m lying
on a beach in Martinique,

just dreaming of the day
that you don’t call me.

I’m getting a statement
from Erin Young’s husband.

Why?

I’m at her house.

Oh, Harrow!
I just found

a large stash
of oxymorphone tablets.

But we checked her meds.

I thought you said
low‐potency painkillers.

But she didn’t have
a script for these,

so she must have gotten them
from somewhere.

Now she wasn’t well enough
to travel to get them,

so someone must have
brought them in and...

And?

And?

And I’ve just found a copy
of Erin Young’s will.

Changed?

When?

Mr Young, your wife came
from a substantial amount of money.

Yeah.

Can you tell me the nature
of her original will?

Well, I believe everything
was going to be divided

between me and my children.

Why? What changed?

Well, the very helpful
Dr Harrow here

has found this.

A copy of a new will.

She’s left everything
to your son, Nate.

Now we’ve contacted
your family solicitor

and apparently,
Nate took your wife to see him a fortnight ago.

Nate took her?

We found a cache

of high potency morphine tablets

hidden among your wife’s medicines.

But Erin wasn’t on heavy painkillers.

Apparently, she was.

Just got a toxicology report

showing that
the blood pressure capsules

found in Erin’s stomach
had been emptied

and replaced with oxymorphone.

And apparently your son did
community service two years ago

for dealing small amounts
of speed and oxy.

Mr Young, your wife took
a huge dose of morphine

just before she drowned.

Your son has a history
of dealing morphine,

and he’s
the only beneficiary
from your wife’s death.

Now he’s not answering his phone.

Do you know where he is?

I had no idea.

All of this is, um...

I had no idea.

One thing I don’t understand.

It seems Nate didn’t have
a good relationship with his mother.

So why did she agree to go
with him to the solicitor?

Well, we’ll find out
when we talk to him.

But he’s gone to ground,

which is exactly the sort
of thing a guilty man does.

Hi.
On a break.

I know, but I just‐‐

I know you want something,
but I’m...

On a break, yes.

But I just want‐‐
Break.

Erin Young’s medical records.

Look, they haven’t
arrived yet, and I...

Aw, shit.

Aww, shit, shit, shit!

Look what you made me do!

What?
I swiped right!

So?

I swiped right on someone I know!

So?

Someone I didn’t want
to swipe right on!

Good afternoon,
and what’s going on?

Ooh!

Didn’t know Bryan was a fisherman.

Or a hiker.

Or an abseiler.

Edwina
swiped right on him.

I can see why.

Oh, my God. He’s ...

Quite buff.

Edwina.

Detective Senior Sergeant.

Well, I must away.

My Ukiyo‐e woodprint class.

Erotic nudes.

And I’ve got test tubes
to clean, so I‐‐

Ed, don’t.

I need you.

But I don’t need you.

You have to go.

Now.

Are you ready, Ms Zoric?

Max.

Mila Zoric.

She’s confirmed
the dead young man is her son,

Max Filip Zoric.

And the gentleman with her?

Her in‐house lawyer.

In‐house?

Ms Zoric runs a large
and successful company

that develops
share trading software.

How large and successful?

Well, enough that the Tax Office
and the Fraud Squad

are both very aware.

But smart.

Nothing’s been proven.

And her legal team is very good.

And her son?

Tearaway party boy.

I’m still curious to know
why he had your name

in the back of his false passport.

So am I.

Dr Harrow.

Mila Zoric.

Max’s mother.

I’d like to talk to your son.

Ms Zoric‐‐
Please, Detective Sergeant.

I’ve told the police

I don’t know why Max
was in the shipyard.

I don’t know why he took
a company car without asking.

I don’t know why
he had a false passport.

But I’d like to know
why Dr Harrow’s name was in it.

I would, too.

And why my son had a letter

which he didn’t write,
talking to you.

What other conclusion
is there, other than
you have a son, too?

Ms Zoric‐‐
Please, Detective Sergeant.

I’m sorry
you lost your boy.

For a while,
I thought he was mine.

I might have a son,

but if I do,

I lost him a long time ago.

Ms Zoric, thank you
for coming here today

under the most saddening
of circumstances.

I look forward
to staying in touch.

This will not be going away.

Why me?

Why didn’t you let one
of the other cleaners go?

’Cause I complained?

Nuh, I get it.

Screw you,
and I’m keeping your mop.

Callan, you will not believe
what those gutless little‐‐

Hi.
Shit.

Get out of my house!
I’m calling the police!

Wait, wait, wait, wait!
Get out of here!

Fern, Fern, Fern, Fern!

Cheers.

That was a dog act.

What?

Letting Dad think you were dead.

Letting me think you were dead.

Yeah, well,
I’m glad I’m not.

Never have got to meet you.

Does that usually work for you?

Actually, yeah.

Oh, come on, don’t tell me
you’ve never tossed that blond hair

or used that pretty smile
to win someone over.

I’m not someone.

I’m sorry.
I’m being a dick.

You’ve only known about me
for a few days,

two of which
you thought I was dead.

I’ve known about you for years.

See, my mum,

she didn’t want anything
to do with our dad.

She told me she didn’t
even know his name.

When I was 13,
I started looking on the Net.

Found him.

I found you.

So you’re a stalker.

I just wanted to know about you.

I looked you up,
saw how you did at school.

Acing every subject,
swim captain.

And then
you just disappeared.

Went completely off the grid.

I couldn’t tell,
but I thought

you might have been
in some sort of trouble.

Were you?

And now?

Now I’m good.

Now you’re the one
who’s in trouble.

Yeah.

What did you do?

Hey.

Where have you been?

Just handing out
my résumé.

Who’s, uh ...

Who’s this?

This is James.

He’s my brother.

Wow.

First dead,

three days later,
alive again.

You’re bigger than the Beatles.

And what’s this about trouble?

You stole these?

I made them.

Oh, man, that’s bad.

Yeah, but

the pay’s really good.

Here you go.

Oh, the wedding wine.

"Surgically attached."

No point wasting it.

First of June, 2014.

What?

Nothing, just...

we’re no longer attached,

and I guess
you’re no longer a surgeon.

I’m still a doctor.
Yeah, of pathology.

There’s nothing wrong
with pathology.

And you know why.

I know why,

I just never understood why.

You never...

You never took the time to tell me.

You seriously don’t know.

Ben, you’re a doctor.
I’m a doctor.

We both went through
10, 11, 12 years’ indoctrination

into "don’t talk,
don’t complain, don’t fail."

And I failed.

But you never even tried
to tell me how you felt.

It was easier
for you to just light the fuse and walk away.

You know I broke that boy.

Yeah, well, it broke me, too.

I heard the car.

They’re asleep.

I came to see Fern
to see if she’d met you.

She’s great.

Yeah.

I do like your car.

My father’s.

What was he like?

Absent.

Especially absent when he was home.

Look, I met Mila Zoric.

Mother of Max,

the boy who died at the shipyard.

That was his name?

You didn’t know him?

You...
You don’t believe me.

I want to‐‐

Well, then get me the phone.

Get me my phone
that was in that car.

I can’t.

You work with the police
every day.

You work with the Coroner.
Why can’t you just‐‐

Because I do things properly.

Now that I don’t believe.

Fern’s a renegade.
I’m not fond of the rules.

We get that from somewhere.

I’m 22. I’ve never
asked you for anything,

but I’m asking now.

Can you try to get the phone?

I want you to believe me.

Of course. I’ll try.

This is why you’re going to die alone.

I can’t help myself.

It’s what I do.

It is what you do.

What do you want, Dan?

What do I want?

All I want is to be near you.

What do you want, Dan?

All I wanted was to...

...be near you.

Nate Young turned
himself in last night.

I’m not surprised he did.

Well, I am.

He looks bloody good
for doing over his mother

to get his hands on the estate.

Why have you changed your mind?

I’m not sure he did it.

You supplied your mother
with morphine capsules.

She was in a lot of pain.

But she didn’t want to worry Dad and Iz.

So what, did you empty
her blood pressure meds

and fill them with oxy?

No, I‐‐ I didn’t.

You didn’t want
your mother to die

because you and she
were finally connecting.

Then why did you take your mother

to the solicitor to change her will?

She asked me to drive her,
so I drove her.

I had no idea what she was doing.

She wanted to be alone in there.

I just wanted every moment
I could have with her,

before she died.

Nate, your mother had a disease

that she might have beaten
with a transplant.

Why wasn’t she on the list?

I wish I knew.

You were the one who thought
he was good for it.

I was.
We got him.

I know.
But now you think it’s not him.

No, sorry.

And, what, you base this
on your feeling

that he wanted to make peace
with his estranged mother?

Regret is a powerful force.

Righto.

Maybe his sister
found out about the will.

I’ll track her down.

Oh, but let me know
the second you have another epiphany.

Hello?

How long have you had
a thing for older men?

Oh, shut up.

What are you doing?

Right now, trying to avoid
Fairley’s self‐portrait.

What do you want?

Erin Young’s old medical records.

They’re still not here.

Why?

What’s taking so long?

They’re more than 20 years old

and in another state.

Well, get on the phone and start
making a nuisance of yourself.

There.

You know, you’re much more
of a nuisance than I am.

Practice makes perfect.

What are you looking for?

Unseen planets can be detected

by their effect on other bodies.

I don’t know.
Let’s see.

Erin Sue Young. Born ’75.
No siblings.

Parents deceased,
motor accident.

No treatment for anxiety.

No family history of heart disease,
kidney disease.

Tonsillectomy in 1986‐‐

What?

Is Exam Room 1 free?

I don’t understand.

Well, in 1996,
after young Nate was born,

but before she and her husband
moved to Brisbane,

Erin Young had
a double tubal ligation.

She had her tubes tied?

Yes.

In ’96?

But she had
a daughter in ’99. How?

This woman’s fallopian tubes
have not been touched.

This woman is not Erin Young.

Oh, my God.

Someone must have known.

One person must have.

Mr Young!

Is this your next epiphany?

We’ve tracked down the daughter.

You may not need her,
I’m afraid.

Why?

I’ve found something.

Where are you?

At the Youngs’ house.

You’d better get back here, now.

I work with the dead.

I’m good at holding my breath.

Not that good.

That’s the real Erin Young.

Your real wife.
Nate’s real mother‐‐

Shut up!

Who’s the woman in my cold room?

You don’t need to know
anything anymore, mate.

Mistress?

A divorce is a little less permanent.

Why did you kill Nate’s mother?

I didn’t! Bron did!

Bron.

Yes. Mistress.

And, yes,
I wanted to keep Nate.

But Erin,

mad Erin,

she was jealous even before I met Bron.

And when I tried
to get custody of Nate,

moved here, she followed.

Your mistress killed her.

But Erin was wealthy,
and your girlfriend wasn’t.

It was easier for Bron
to just become Erin.

That’s why she didn’t go
on the organ transplant list.

Her old records would have
revealed that she wasn’t Erin.

And you would have lost all this.

But she was dying.

But you found out
she wanted to confess,

and to leave everything to the boy

whose mother she’d murdered.

And you, you pretended it was okay.

That it was time to tell the truth.

But you knew about Nate’s pills.

She took them,
thinking they were her regular meds.

Soon enough,
the morphine took effect

and she could barely move,

while you set up
her supposed suicide.

But you didn’t count on
how much she wanted to live.

Oh, and she almost did.

Yeah,

but you won’t.

No!
Aah!

Nate, what are you doing?!

Nate!

No!
Boy, you gotta go!

You gotta
turn around and go!

No, you don’t understand.

You don’t understand!

I heard it all!

You killed my mother!

Nate, stop!

They murdered her!

And hid her right there!

We played there!

Nate!

No!

You do this,
you’ll be like him!

Nate, I know you want to.

But it won’t bring your mother back.

That woman hated me

all my life.

And I never understood why.

But now you know.

It’s not your fault.

But this would be.

Where were you when my life was in peril?

Where you should have been.
Not here.

If I’d not come,
Dave might have hidden away

what was left of the real Erin Young.

Well, we have security footage
from a hotel at the Gold Coast

showing him leaving the place at 8:00

and returning just after midnight.

Sneaky bastard.

We’ll have to look
at dealing charges for the oxy.

That poor lost boy.

Tell me,
the phone you found

in the Mercedes at the shipyard,

I presume that belonged
to Max Zoric?

Well, we don’t know.

It’s gone to Cybercrime,
so it’s in their hands for now.

Well, if they can open it.
We’ll see.

Why?

Don’t like loose ends.

Whoa.
What happened to you?

Workplace accident.

Ha.

Look, your phone.

I can’t get it.

Did you try?

It’s gone to the Police Cybercrime Unit.

They’re going to try to unlock it.

Yeah, they won’t.

Doesn’t matter.

I can’t get it.

I’ve been thinking.

The only person
that might be able to get it

is the mother of the victim.

It was found in her car.

She could claim it was her son’s.
No.

We can ask her.

No!

I made that false passport for him.

She’s never going to do anything for me.

You don’t know that.

You said you didn’t know him.

She might understand.

Don’t worry, Dad.

I’ve made it this far without you.

I’ll be fine.

James.

James!

I spoke to my contact
at Police Headquarters.

The phone from your son’s car
has gone to Cybercrime.

We did find Max’s phone
at his apartment.

Anything useful?

I don’t believe so.

Let me see.

Let me see.

Next on Harrow ...

Delivery for James Reed.

Must be a mistake.
No one called that here.

His sister’s there.

We’ll come back.

What’s all this about?

I need an excuse to go camping
with my two best chums?

Yes.
Yes.

Keep up, lads.
I’ll help you set up our tent.

I brought a tent.

Come and have a look at this.
What is that?

Oh, shit.