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Previously on Harrow...

I do like your car.

My father’s.

‐What was he like? ‐Absent.

Where’s your mother?

She’s dead.
I didn’t know you existed.

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

So what do we have to do?

Divide our stuff. Sign those.

Did you know the dead boy?

No. I diverted
the security cameras

at the shipyard to my phone.

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

Can you try to get the phone?

I can't get it.

It’s gone to
the Police Cybercrime Unit.

Don’t worry, Dad.

You stole these?

I made them.
The pay's really good.

Mila Zoric.

The dead young man is her son.

This will not be going away.

Bastards!

So which of these do you want
to list as cause of death?

Well, cause of death is
always cessation of the heart,

but in this case,
I’d say it was bad luck.

His hang‐glider
fell out of the sky.

How is that bad luck?

Well, because he gambled.

He bet that his youth,
strength and skills

were enough to defeat
the forces of nature.

They weren’t.
And now he’s lost 60 years.

But he tried.

He lost, but he tried.

Are you feeling old?

Do you need a sports car
or a tattoo?

I’m fine.

Haven’t, uh, heard from Grace?

As a matter of fact,
we were on the phone last night.

She said that she was thinking
of going ash blond,

and I said, no, try honey blond.

And then she said
she'd think about it,

and I said that she should,

and she should also
think about getting
a sheepadoodle puppy

because they’re so cute.

So, no.

You miss her, call her.

Harrow.

Have you got a second?

Seconds are probably
all you have left.

Yes, I do.

Edwina was about
to clean everything up.

I think you know
what this is about.

Fine. I’ll replace them.

What?

Nothing.

Did you find my kuzumochi cakes?

No.

It’s about our trip.

For my Big Bang with the Gang.

My Gang Bang.

My group camping trip, tomorrow.

Oh! Yes.

So, all good?

I haven’t cleared it
with Warrington.

Oh, I have. Renee?

Ms Warrington is fine.

Everything okay for Harrow and I
to take tomorrow off?

Absolutely.

Five‐thirty.

AM?

Don’t forget. Tent.

I thought we had quotas.

Dr Fairley's
been working the hours

to make up for both of you.

Apparently
it means a lot to him.

All his good friends are going.

So your presence
surprises me, too.

Anyway, sounds
like it's going to be good

for building workplace rapport.

And I trust
that any employee
under supervision

is supportive
of building team rapport.

♪ Didn't make a plan ♪

♪ To break your heart ♪

♪ But it was
The sweetest thing ♪

♪ I've ever done ♪

♪ Didn't need a plan ♪

♪ I just need a body ♪

♪ I put it on the line ♪

♪ But I won ♪

♪ Didn't make a plan ♪

♪ To break your heart ♪

♪ But it was
The sweetest thing ♪

♪ I've ever done ♪

What are you doing here?

Apparently,
I’m in Fairley’s gang.

What are you doing here?

Same.

Why didn’t you find an excuse?

Oh, my boss Crowley
got wind of it.

Apparently, she thinks
this’ll be good for

‐building team rapport.
‐Building team rapport.

Well, where are all the others?

‐ ‐ Yeah.

Aha! Morning, morning, morning!

Ready for our group plunge

into nature’s verdant lushness?

What about
the rest of your friends?

I told you,
me and my best friends.

So, grab your gear
and climb aboard.

You should have woken me.

You still need your sleep.

Leg ham, hollandaise,

organic eggs,
Italian coffee, fish.

This is half a week’s rent.

It’s fine. It’s a little treat.

I got a new cleaning job.
I start tonight.

Oh, that's good.

That’s good.

Don't feel guilty.

You’ll be working again soon.

We’re feeding three now, though.

James will chip in.

Yuh‐huh. After he offloads
a few of them fake passports?

‐Cal, don’t be so‐‐ ‐Morning!

Morning!

Oh, are you going somewhere?

Interviews
with some recruitment agencies.

Ha! Uh, did you want breckie?

Uh, looks great, but no.

I’d better jet.

See ya.

No. No.

‐ ‐No, no, no. God no. No.

You know, you could put
a Bluetooth player in.

That radio is period authentic.

Yes, keep going, Bryan.

We might hear the Declaration
of Armistice soon.

Ah, shut up.

Look, here.

Fairley, what’s all this about?

It’s not your birthday.

What, I need an excuse
to go camping

with my two best chums?

‐Yes. ‐Yes.

I just thought it would be nice.

And, Bryan, I know
how outdoorsy you are,

having seen your whoo‐whoo!

My whoo‐whoo?

Dating profile.

And, Harrow, you love nature.

You live on the river.

Yes, but this is the first time
you’ve invited me camping.

Alright, fine.

I've known
you two professionally
longer than anyone.

I have something
that I want to share with you.

Then tell us.

Not yet.

‐ ‐Ah, peng Lao deum!

We're camping here?

Oh, no.

Oh, thank God.

Our campsite is
four kilometres that way.

‐What? ‐I know.

It's an embarrassingly
short hike for man of your, uh,

credentials,

but what we lack in distance,
we can make up for in pace.

What does he want to tell us?

Maybe he’s getting married.

To who? He doesn’t even
have a girlfriend, does he?

Uh, maybe he’s coming out.

Fairley? No, no, no,
he’s left on red
for Warrington.

Medical problem?

Maybe. Diabetes?

Heart disease.

Cancer.

Right! Come chaps.

As Emerson said,

"It's not the length of life,

but the depth of it."

Oh, that's bad luck.

We’ll have to head home.

Nonsense.
Men like us cannot be
deterred by bureaucracy.

Besides, I know this track

like the back of my... hand.

Forward ho!

Oh! Flagellaria indica.
The Whip Vine.

Also commonly known
as the Supplejack.

Yeah, funny story about that.
Oh, look, bush tucker.

Speaking of Supplejack,

the, uh, passport
found on Max Zoric.

The false name in it
was Jack Sheppard.

Also the name of a notorious
young English highwayman.

Quite the escape artist.

Why are you telling me this?

Well, it just struck me
that whoever made
that false passport

had a sense of humour.

It reminded me of you.

Or it’s a coincidence.

Maybe. Highwayman joke
in the front,

your name written in the back,

found with a letter
from someone claiming
to be your son.

We’ve been over this.

What, you think I had something
to do with Max Zoric’s death?

Not directly.

Fairley found his death
was misadventure.

Why are you raking
over the coals? Curiosity?

Well, I am curious
why you haven’t asked

whether the UK Police
have tracked down Tanya Reed.

Well, I figured
if you'd heard something,

you’d let me know.

Well, then you should know this.

I’ve heard some scuttlebutt
about the misadventure finding.

There’s pressure
to investigate further,

particularly
into how Max Zoric died.

I don’t think it’s over.

Keep up, lads!

All yours.

Can I help you?

I don’t think I should be here.

I don’t think they’ve
given me enough information.

What is it
that you’re looking for?

Uh, I’m from Cybercrime on six.

Uh, there’s
a phone that was supposed
to be returned to its owner,

but the owner
says he never got it.

Our records say it’s gone.

Well, they should have sent
the officer in charge.

Totally.

Totally. Um...

Can I just see that it’s here?

What have you got?

Um, I’ve got the date,
the location,

um, the rego number of the car
it was found in.

Okay, let’s have a look.

Okay, so in the glove box,
we have mints, logbooks,

first aid kit and,
yes, a mobile phone.

Great. Um, well, can I see it?

No, sorry,
it’s been checked out.

CIB.

A Senior Sergeant Bryan Nichols.

Makes sense.

Bye.

See ya.

Oh, he’s full of shit.

Four kilometres, my ass.

I reckon
we must have walked ten.

And there’s no signal.

If you have something
important to tell us,

why not just take us to a bar?

Oh, I brought the bar.

Oh, thank Christ!

Not much for you, Bryan.

I’ve seen your profile.
"Occasional social drinker."

Working out well, then.

Oh, shut up. Lyle, stop!

I need a whiz.

You need more than a whiz.

You need nitrate tablets
and a lower BMI.

Yeah.

Harrow.

Come and have a look at this.

Ohh!

What is it?

Why suffer under canvas

when there’s
dry floor and a roof?

Yeah.

What? Where’s
the challenge in that,

especially for a storied
outdoorsman like Bryan.

Besides, I have
the perfect campsite in mind.

Excuse me, fellas?

How’re you going?

How’s it look?

Well, it looks
like you’re going camping.

You know this track’s
closed for reforestation?

It'll be alright.

We don’t need to use the track.

Your permit’s in order?

Oh, I hope not.

‐ Here we go. ‐Oh, of course.

I didn't notice
an exclusion area

when I paid for the permit.

Where are you thinking
of making camp?

Butterfly Creek.
Up near Spirit Falls.

You know there’s been
some land slips up there?

A lot of rain
in the last three months.

Could be dangerous.

Well, maybe
we could overnight there.

Afraid not. The old hut’s
riddled with white ants.

We will be fine.

I used to camp at Spirit Falls
all the time in my youth.

I know what to look out for.

Righto, just be aware
there’s no mobile coverage

if you get into strife.

There’ll be no strife.

Bryan here
is an expert woodsman.

Fair enough.

Happy camping, guys.

And we’re off.

This is your fault.

If I tell him,
he'll tell everyone,

and I don’t want it
getting around that I’m‐‐

Full of shit?

Why don’t you mind
your own business?

You know, you’ve got
enough troubles of your own.

Ben! It’s done!

Ben?

Hi, Ben Patterson’s phone.

Oh, hello.
Is Dr Patterson there?

Uh, not this second.
Can I take a message?

Are you a relative?

I'm... his wife.

Ah, pleasure.
This is Kirsty Lifton

from HR
at St. Catherine’s, Brisbane.

It’s about the job up here
we’re offering your husband.

Ah, here we are!

Thank God!

‐Halfway. ‐What?!

Yes, no, look, I know.

But I promise another
rousing hike tomorrow.

We'll camp here tonight,

and in the morning,
the waterfall.

The waterfall? Why?

Because it’s there.

There's a perfectly
good whisky bar

400 metres from QIFM.

It's there!

Life’s not all about you,
you know that, Harrow?

I wanted some place special
to share my information.

Well, you can just tell us now,
and we can all go home.

We are not going anywhere!

‐Bryan? ‐Mm?

Where will you set up the stove?

What?

The stove. The gas stove

I asked you to bring.

You asked me
to bring "the heat."

I thought you meant like,
you know, enthusiasm.

Oh, yes, you nailed that.

‐Shut up, Harrow.
‐Oh, no, I see.

You deliberately
left the stove behind

so you could demonstrate
your bushcraft.

Oh, yes, please.
Demonstrate your bushcraft.

Hey, I can light a fire.

- ‐I can’t wait to see.
- ‐ Excellent.

Alright, Harrow,
I’ll help you set up our tent.

"Our" tent?

I saw you brought the tent.

I brought a tent.

A one‐man tent for me.

I didn’t know you meant
the tent for all of us.

Nice one, Harrow.

What did you think I meant?

Well, how should I know?

I didn’t even know
who was coming!

How could you not know?

I said my best friends.

You don’t know
who my best friends are?

Which best friend
drags his mates out

to the Land That Time Forgot
for a chat?

Bryan loves the outdoors!

You love the outdoors.

You have a boat.

I have a boat
with a coffee machine

and a toilet with a door!

Now we have to sleep
in a Dutch oven

with Bear Grylls there,

unless he can fashion us
a hut out of bark and pebbles.

After you’ve started
that fire, of course.

Aw, this is‐‐
this is ridiculous!

Yes, you’re right.

Bursaria incana is
not a good burning wood.

No!

All this!

I can’t start a fire, Lyle.

I'm not outdoorsy,

and I don’t like camping.

I'm allergic to ants.

Trees make me nervous.

But your profile.

It’s all bullshit!

Took me a whole weekend

to find five photos
of me outside.

I was just trying to make
an impression on someone

so I wouldn’t
end up dying alone.

But you’ve saved me the trouble.

I’m gonna die of exposure
'cause Dr Solipsism here

was only thinking
of himself, as usual!

You can have the tent.

I’m going to sleep in the car!

No, I’ll go sleep in the car.

I said it first!

Well, I said it louder!

And which one of you

knows which direction
the car is?

Well, seems like you’re
both stuck with me, then.

‐ You want a hand? ‐I'm fine.

‐Here. ‐I said I'm fine, Ben.

What’s the matter?

Oh, you’re moving to Brisbane?

Okay.

Uh, were you going to tell me?

We’re divorcing.

We’ve just emptied the house,

and you don’t even work
in the hospital system anymore.

Is it a problem?

I mean, if it is, I‐‐

No. No.

It’s fine.

I mean,
Head of Paediatric Surgery,

it’s a really good
step up for you.

‐If it’s a big deal,
I can cancel.
‐It’s not.

Let’s just get going
before I miss my flight.

Thank you, Fairley.

Thank you, Lyle.

Ooh, hello.

My goodness. That’s‐‐

For tomorrow. For the waterfall.

But this...

To a job well done.

You mean the fire or the tent?

I mean our job. Us.

Surviving our professions.

Surviving the dead.

Your father didn’t.

He saw his share
of it in the war.

It was too much for him.

But you survived.

And Bryan?

You have to go
to all the roadsides,
and the lounge rooms,

the bedrooms
and the blood‐covered kitchens

and see the worst
of what we can do
to each other.

But you’ve survived.

Well, if you call it surviving.

Two failed marriages,
one estranged daughter,

dishwasher I never use
’cause it’s only plates for one.

Four mates who have exited
themselves off by drink, or...

other ways.

Cold sweats and vomiting
when the phone rings
after nine at night.

So why use dating photos
that aren’t the real you?

Oh, I don’t know Lyle.

God, who wants a washed up
53‐year‐old copper

with insomnia and a dicky knee?

And anyway, I thought
I had someone special.

But she wasn’t
what she seemed, so...

No one is as they seem, Bryan.

You’re no better.

Your ex just moved
to Toowoomba to escape you.

You’ve got an old boat, old car.

Children that
hardly talk to you.

One child who does.

Yeah.

What about you, Lyle?

How come you never got married?

Or are you gonna get married?

There was a woman.

A dancer.

Titania.

We were going to elope.

I waited all day
at the registry office

before I realised
she wasn’t coming.

Later I found a note‐‐

"You smell like formaldehyde."

And she’d spelt it with two Fs.

Mm!

Anyway, over that.

These bloody jobs, eh?

But what do we get
that others don’t?

Free gloves.

Authority.

Exactly.

We get the authority
to go where others don’t.

We're allowed to ask
questions of the living,

and the dead.

Questions that no one else
is allowed to ask.

Where were you?
Who were you with?

Why?

If, after all these years,

we’re still smart enough
to ask the right questions,

maybe we make the world
a slightly less awful place.

I have regrets.

But I don’t regret that.

Not that.

Not that.

Well, I forgot
the stupid bloody gas stove,

but I remembered this.

♪ As I walked out ♪

♪ In the streets of Laredo ♪

♪ As I walked out ♪

♪ In Laredo one day ♪

♪ I spied a young cowboy ♪

♪ Wrapped all in white linen ♪

♪ Wrapped in white linen ♪

♪ As cold as the clay ♪

♪ So beat the drums slowly ♪

♪ And play the fife lowly ♪

♪ Sing the death march ♪

♪ As you carry me along ♪

♪ Take me to the valley ♪

♪ And lay the sod o’er me ♪

♪ I'm a young cowboy ♪

♪ And I know I’ve done wrong ♪

♪ I can see by your outfit ♪

♪ That you are a cowboy ♪

♪ Those words he did say ♪

♪ As I walked boldly by ♪

Yee‐hah!

♪ Come sit down beside me ♪

♪ And hear my sad story ♪

♪ Got shot in the breast ♪

♪ And I know I must die ♪

Lads.

Love the song.

Who wants to hear how I died?

Sure.

Drink?

Well...

Yeah, it’ll do me
no good. Being dead.

Murdered.

Shot.

Not in the chest like your song.

But shot in the back.

Cowards.

Who shot you?

They shot me.

Where?

Like I said, in the back.

No, I mean,
where geographically.

Oh.

I haven’t found my body yet.

Doomed to wander?

Doomed to wander.

Name’s Branch.

Harrow.

Nichols. Fairley.

I‐‐ I won’t remember.

Why did whoever
shot you shoot you?

You a prospector?

Botanist.

Dangerous profession.

When did this happen?

Oh, a long time ago.

Specifically.

Look, two of us are doctors.

Why don’t you let us
check you over?

Mr Branch?

They’re still after me,
you know.

Mr Branch,
it’s probably best
if you stay with us.

Spirit Falls.

I should’ve known.

It’s all in the name.

Mr Branch?

What the bloody hell was that?

Spirit... Falls.

You don't really believe
that was a ghost

of a botanist named Branch?

Is it too late to go home?

Hey, James.

Did you find a job?

I connected with some people.

What did you do?

I worked.

Have you ever had
your IQ tested?

Cleaning doesn’t make me stupid.

Sure. But it’s hard work
for small bucks.

Dad?

On a workday?

Hey, uh, I’m not here.

Hi, delivery for James Reed.

Must be a mistake.
No one called that here.

Sure?

Yes, I'm sure.

Lived here my whole life.

No James Reed.

Okay, no probs. Have a good day.

His sister’s there.

Couldn’t tell if he is.

We’ll come back.

I'm sorry.

Next time I’ll last longer.

Oh!

Good morning.

Well, it’s morning.

Did you sleep well?

I slept like a baby.

Fresh air, under the stars.

No nocturnal visitors?

I know you’re sceptical,
but the soul does go somewhere.

We are not souls.

We are
electrochemical reactions.

He looked very much alive.

Except he disappeared.

Lucky bastard.

Ohh.

Oh! Christ, it’s real.

Morning!

Come have some lovely miso‐shiru

with yakisakana.

Oh, Atractocarpus hirta,

the Hairy Gardenia.

Hirta being Latin for‐‐

Hairy. Yeah, I get it.

Hey, speaking of, you got
any hair of the dog in here?

What? No.

‐No, no, no! ‐Come on!

No! This is for after
our swim at the waterfall.

What do you mean, swim?

I didn’t pack any togs.

Nor did I.

Nor did I.

Why do three
strapping lads need togs,

when we can celebrate
our potent form

in nature’s pure beauty?

Oh! The Bumpy Satinash.

Where did this knowledge
of plants come from?

Oh, my father, he dabbled.

He had the keen interest.

He left you
and your mother
and brother, didn’t he?

When I was 12, yes.

My brother and I and he,

we used to come here
every summer before he left.

Fairley.

What's wrong?

Are you ill?

I’ll tell you at the waterfall.

Ooh, phone signal.

No, no. Not that here.

The search.

Ahh.

Branch Goddard, botanist,

went missing three years ago.

It seems Customs was after him

on suspicion of bringing
in illegal plants.

‐He went missing along with‐‐ ‐

Oh! Lost the signal again.

Oh, my goodness, he was a ghost.

No, he was not a ghost!

This place is very special.

Oh, well,
it’s not very special to me.

My head is as crook as Rookwood.

‐I’m going back for a kip.
‐Oh no, no, come on.

Let’s just get
this done for Fairley.

Oh, what, mountain hikes?
Ghost botanists?

You two, naked? No thanks.

‐Oh, Bryan, you‐‐ you can’t‐‐
‐It'll be fine.

You and I will
head on to the falls,

Bryan will
go back to base camp
and rest his weary head.

Hey, look, he’s stopped.

What is that?

It’s not native.

Well, what do you think it is?

I’m getting vague recollections
from my time at the Drug Squad.

Yep, coca.

Oh, that’s insane.

Erythroxylacae is native
to South America.

It wouldn’t grow here.

Unless one was a botanist

and one found
a particularly robust variety

and one brought it back.

Where did your missing
botanist return from?

Peru.

Look at the height
of the humus around it.

Harrow, what are you doing?

We have to press on
to the falls.

Oh, shit.

What is that?

Is that a...

Human pelvis.

Hmm. How old do you make him?

Oh, I’d say adult 30 to 50.

The bone marrow’s
all been consumed.

Same clothes and boots
as our bloke last night.

So he's been here a few years,

which he would
have to be because‐‐

Because the tree has grown
through his pelvic bone.

Meaning what?

Well, meaning that he either had

a coca plant seed
in his front pocket,

which would be unlikely
to germinate, or...

Or?

Or he’d ingested one,

and it passed
through his digestive system

and was almost out when he died.

The bowel material would
have made excellent
starting fertiliser.

Wait a minute. Look at this.

There’s a chip in the T7.

And there's an exit break

in his fifth
vertebrosternal rib.

Shot in the back.

Clear through.

Okay.

What are we thinking?

That our botanist
went to South America

and brought back at least
one coca plant seed in his gut.

And was shot to death
around here.

‐ ‐ Find cover!

They’re coming from that way!

What do we do?

No signal.

We’ve got
to get back to the car.

- ‐Right, it’s this way!
- ‐

Okay, Lyle,
we’re pinned down here.

You know your way around.

You gotta get back
to the four‐wheel‐drive.

What about you two?

Just go. Get help!

Alright.

Okay.

‐One shooter. ‐Yeah.

He’s coming this way.

Okay, you stay here.

What? No, wait! Wait, Bryan!

Shit, shit, shit!

‐Oi! ‐

Drop it.

Okay.

Oh! I‐‐ Okay.

I suspected your ability
to pick up twigs

would come in handy.

Who are you?

Hey, what’s going on, fellas?

Thank God. This guy‐‐

He's with me.

I did try to warn you
not to come up this way.

Impersonating
a State wildlife officer
is a serious offence.

And so is growing
a rather large crop of cocaine.

You look like a cop.

You look like 15 to life.

Hey, Vince‐‐

Don’t use names.

Yeah, yeah, yep, sorry, sorry.

Um, what are we going to do?

’Cause we got a cop and a...

Pathologist.

A useless guy
and, uh, and they‐‐

they found
one of the dudes
that we shot.

One of the guys?

You mean, the botanist
who brought in your coca plants,

he wasn’t alone?

No, they were brothers.

Hey. Stop talking.

Yep. Yep, sure.

But, Vince, what do we do?

We kill them, too.

But first, where’s your friend?

The one who knows
about Spirit Falls?

Gone. He left yesterday.

I went to your camp.

Three people
slept there last night.

So where is he?

You’re too late, Vince.

Lyle Fairley
is an expert bushman.

He has the fitness
of an Olympian

and the stealth of a ninja.

He knows this rainforest
like the back of his hand.

He can navigate
without a compass

and would have
jumped behind the wheel
of his four‐wheel‐drive,

radioed ahead,
and even as we speak,

he’s probably briefing
a response group

to storm in here and‐‐
and rescue us and...

And... And you should
probably give up.

Your car has no CB radio,

and I flattened the tyres on it.

So if that’s where he’s heading,
he’s in for a surprise.

So, Vince, what‐‐ what do we do?

We shoot 'em.

We shoot 'em.

This is all your fault!

Oh, Jesus! What the‐‐

You and your stupid profile!

‐ What?! ‐Stop moving!

What, fishing,
climbing, show jumping?

There was no photos with horses!

Hey, cut it out!

If you had only been honest,

we would never
have ended up here!

‐Aah! ‐God!

Well, what
about you and your stupid boat

‐that never leaves the dock?! ‐

You know, it doesn’t
make you look cool, Harrow.

Makes you look
financially irresponsible!

Well, at least
I know how to sail it!

Stop moving!

Now!

‐Unh! ‐

Yah!

Some ranger.

I am sorry it required
the use of firearms, though.

That was not my plan.

You did well, mate.

I think we all did well.

So, coca plants.

Mm, hundreds of them.

When I saw them,

I realised that
those two had a lot to lose.

And so did I.

And the body?

Oh, yeah, well,
apparently our botanist,

Branch Goddard,
was wanted for interview

by Customs
after that trip to Peru.

But he and
his younger brother, Whitman,

went missing
three years ago, so...

Excuse I.

Oh! Commersonia bartramia.

Mr Goddard?

Mr Goddard.

We got the men who killed
your brother, Whitman.

They’re the ones
that you and your brother

smuggled
in those coca seeds for.

It's my fault.

He loved me.

He’d do whatever I wanted.

And I said
if we bring the seeds in

that we’d be set for life.

But when they thought
they had all the seeds,

they betrayed you.

Get out of here, Whit! Run!

They shot your brother.

‐ ‐Ohh!

Whit! Whit!

Seeing your brother...

‐ ‐...murdered

must have been
the worst moment of your life.

You tried to run.

Bastards!

But you didn’t die.

I didn’t?

So... this is real.

Yes.

You crawled away,

and you survived out here.

I thought I was dead.

You weren’t.

But I’m afraid your brother is.

We found him.

And we will take care of him.

But now, it’s time
to look after you.

Come.

Hi, guys,
this is Mr Branch Goddard.

He’s been out here
for the last three years.

Cotard’s delusion?

Yes, it's the false belief

that you’ve lost
parts of your body,

or even that you’re dead.

It can be brought on
by severe trauma.

There. It’s good to go.

We never made it
out to the falls.

Yeah, I didn't see
you two naked,

so not all bad.

We did it.

Together, astonishingly.

Yes. We did.

But that whisky
cost 2,000 dollars.

Shit.

Fairley.

What was it
you wanted to tell us?

Do you have cancer?

Cancer? No.

I've, uh...

I’ve decided to retire.

‐Morning. ‐Morning.

Look, about your decision.

I think we should have a ch‐‐

Good morning.

Hi!

Hi.

Hi.

How was the trip?

How‐‐ How was your trip?

Oh, gunplay and cocaine.
Pretty standard weekend.

Did you get your...

Divorce papers signed?

Good as done.

Ah, good. You’re all here.

Is that Max Zoric?

Yes.

Well, Lyle. Daniel.
How lovely to see you.

Bramson.

What are you doing here?

And you must be Dr Molyneux.

I’ve heard you’ve settled in
here very well.

Uh, and who are you?

This is Dr Bramson.
He used to work here.

Before he took
his 30 pieces of silver.

Don’t tell me you haven’t
thought about life
after QIFM, Lyle.

Dr Fairley, Dr Molyneux.

I’d better be getting back.

Renee. What is going on?

Would you two
please come to my office?

Dr Harrow.

How was
the team building exercise?

Surprisingly effective.

Good.

Next on Harrow...

We thought he was your son.

I fear I might
have missed something.

I believe the injury
is a boxer’s fracture.

I’m not sure
I believe anything James says.

How about telling your
long lost sister the truth?

Motor vehicle accident
at an end‐of‐year
school beach party.

Kaara wasn’t drinking.

Whole school
knew she was a drunk.

She was a good kid.

What do you think?

I still think it’s fishy.

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