Harrow

Previously on Harrow...

There was a dead young man who I thought was my son,

and the DNA results came in.

There was more than one person at the shipyard

when our victim fell to his death.

Hi, Dad.

Is James in trouble?

I'm not sure he wasn't involved in that boy's death.

I'm not sure I can believe a word he's told me.

Mum had this record too. Did she play it much?

Only when she thought no-one was listening.

You lied to me, Mum.

I guess I learned that from somewhere.

Daniel, did you take the towel?

Who you invite between your sheets is none of my business.

I used to be a neurosurgeon.

This boy had a tumour.

The boy who woke up lost speech, he'd lost movement.

After that, I found it really hard to go with confidence into a brain.

Where is your mother?

Louie. Oh, here.

What on Earth are you doing letting my son in here?

I didn't even know you had a son. Can I see an autopsy?

Absolutely not. Of course you can, Louie.

I need those reports you made on Dr Harrow,

as his supervisor, on my desk this afternoon.

You were in Harrow's email. Tell me what the hell you were doing.

None of your business. He's my girlfriend's father.

He's my father. And it's my business.

How did you get in there, anyway?

Got this from his backpack.

There were rows and rows of operators ripping people off.

That's what your brother was into.

It wasn't me who stole her money. It was Max.

He was going to skip the country, and then he fell.

And the footage on your phone will prove this?

Which is why I need to get it back.

If you don't want to help James, that is fine.

But he's my brother and I'm going to help him.

Looking for Harrow? No. For you.

I need you to do something.

The evidence box is available to be collected tomorrow afternoon.

Can I see some ID please?

You are Catherine Schumann.

What have you got Fern involved in?

I'll take that, thanks.

That's not his phone. It's his sister's phone.

I got your phone, but we can't stay here.

James?

Go ahead.

Antique furniture should not smell like that.

Fish? She's... She's got him.

Hey. Calm down. She's got James.

Calm down. Who? The... The mother.

Who has? The dead boy's mother.

Who? Mila Zoric.

That's his phone?

The cops had this.

Come on.

Shit.

This way.

What the shit was that? I told you James was in trouble.

I told you he WAS trouble, man.

What now, Fish? Have you even thought this through?

I don't know. We're going to go to the cops.

No! What have you two done?

Is this because he was in the police system?

You don't understand.

I understand perfectly.

You both have broken the law and now we can't use it.

We're going to go to your dad. No.

We used his email to get the phone.

Jesus, Fish!

That's got to be her.

No. No. Cal, no.

You got James?

Ah, Callan. The boy who snuck into my help room.

You're a scam artist.

So's your girlfriend.

Clever.

But, yes, I have James.

Tell your girlfriend if she wants her brother back...

Show me James's phone.

Taxi!

Cal... This has gone on too far.

Cal!

Where are you going?

Callan!

Cal!

Tanya?

Harrow.

Harrow. Lyle.

What, no joke at my expense?

Hmm.

What coystrill ribaldry have you been up to this afternoon?

Oh, I was with my son's mother.

Your son's mother?

Yes.

Yes, she's back.

Drink you later.

Good afternoon. Hi.

Got a call from Customs.

A shipping container from Conakry via Cape Town

was opened for routine inspection.

They found this bloke. Shipping container?

That's weeks at sea.

Did he suffocate?

The shipping container was vented.

Was he alone?

Technically, no.

Had about three dozen exotic birds with him.

Clearly for sale on the black market.

Unfortunately, it looks like they didn't cope with the heat, either.

You think dehydration?

All his water bottles were bone-dry.

But, you know, sing out if you find anything noteworthy.

Do you need me involved? Yes.

No.

Doctor Harrow, could I have a moment please?

Louie, can you go up to the tearoom, please?

Do some homework.

Shut the door, please.

Is this about my use of departmental sugar?

I am trying to cut back.

This is your retirement package.

It outlines your severance, your long service, accrued holidays,

superannuation and paperwork to finalise your access

to the department's health benefit scheme.

Are you serious?

I know this comes as a disappointment to you,

but as we discussed...

You're firing me?

Yes.

I'm your best pathologist.

Not anymore.

Sorry, Glen. Nothing personal.

I'm sorry too, Doc.

Daniel, what's going on? Ask Lizzie Bourdon.

There's something I want to... No, not now.

Did you just fire Daniel?

Oh, my God.

You and Dr Fairley will perform the PM

on the shipping container body.

You have made a big mistake.

And you need to get back to work.

Unless you wish to follow suit.

Warrington just fired Daniel.

Oh.

Well...

Let's just do our job, and at the end of the day,

we'll try to talk to the Deputy Coroner.

Fluids and externals.

Looks like he was badly dehydrated.

Yes.

Like his left hand, fingers and thumbnails

are badly split and broken.

He has one, two...

...three puncture wounds on his left index.

Let's open him up carefully, from navel upwards.

There's obviously some gas pressure.

So, what did your final report say? On Harrow?

Only the truth.

Are you cutting him open now?

Oops. Louie. Did that get you?

It got in my eye. Here.

It's OK, mate.

Come here. We'll flush it out.

That's the way. Good. Good boy.

You keep your eyes... Lyle?

...under the water.

Lyle. What?

I see.

What is going on?

We're in lockdown.

Louie!

Glen, let me through.

I can't. The doors are locked.

Louie!

The man they found in the shipping container,

it looks like he died of a virulent haemorrhagic fever.

His organs were all but dissolved.

Your son snuck in here and some fluids got in his face.

Yeah, so we need to get him to hospital, Grace.

Renae, we have to follow emergency protocol.

Until we know what this is, we can't let anyone in, or out.

Louie. Hey, baby.

You OK?

I'm right here.

Mmm. I see what you mean.

It's the phenols from the peat.

You see sphagnum moss, which...

Harrow. Callan.

Another glass, please, Ken. No glass, thank you.

You know, you're a hard person to find.

I'm not in the mood to argue, Callan.

Is that...?

James's phone. We've got it.

But Mila Zoric has him.

Are you sure?

Yeah.