Harrow

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 sheep-a-doodle 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. Renae?

'Ms Warrington' is fine.

Everything OK for Harrow and I to take tomorrow off?

Absolutely.

5:30. A.M.?!

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 gonna be good for building workplace rapport.

And I trust that any employee under supervision

is supportive of building team rapport.

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.

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 and 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.

Yah-huh. After he offloads a few of them fake passports?

Cal, don't talk about... Morning.

Morning! Oh, are you going somewhere?

Interviews with some recruitment agencies.

Aha! Uh, did you want brekkie?

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.

You 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.

I just thought it would be nice.

And, Bryan, I know how outdoorsy you are,

having seen your...whoot-whoo.

My "whoot-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.

OK. Fine.

I've known you two professionally longer than anyone.

I have...something that I want to share with you.

Well, then tell us.

Not yet.

Ah!

Peng Lao deum.

We're camping here?

Oh, no. Oh, thank God!

Our camp site

is four kilometres that way.

What? I know.

It's an embarrassingly short hike for a 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?

Doesn't even have a girlfriend... does he?

Uh...maybe he's coming out.

Fairley?! No, no, no. He's left on read 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 "supple JACK",

the 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.

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.

Yeah. 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!

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 6.

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. Mm-hm.

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.

OK. Let's have a look.

OK.