Harrow

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.

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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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.

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.

(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?

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.

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.

This is really unfair.

When?

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.

There we go.

- 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?

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