Harrow

Previously on Harrow...

Ice-cream. What, now?

I think there's only now.

You don't give a shit about Fern. You're just using her.

Did he tell you that he stole money from that dead boy's mother?

What would you like?

Something with 22 million answers in it.

Tech support. Oh, thank Christ. Come in.

This is gonna take me some time. Take as long as you need.

Cybercrime have another go at the shipyard phone?

No good.

We might have another lead on Harrow's son.

James Reed entered the country on a study visa.

Can you check if someone was here

and they wanted to delete something permanently?

Where's your mother? She's dead.

Cancer? Why didn't you call me?

I didn't know you existed. Mum said she didn't know who my father was.

Why did she lie about me?

Hello, Daniel. Tanya?

Un, deux, trois,

quatre, cinq...

The cancer's in remission.

I'm glad.

Really?

When I imagined... this happening,

I thought you'd be...

..more angry.

I thought I would be too.

You must have changed your name.

To Hain, my grandmother's surname.

That's what I exhibit under.

You still paint?

And I still run a checkout.

I manage a boutique in Trowbridge.

Not a fortune in painting.

I'm sorry.

I know how hard you tried to find us.

Why didn't you let me?

You would have talked me back.

Daniel...

..is James in trouble?

I didn't steal a cent.

But I think her son did.

The dead boy? Max.

I think that's why he needed a fake passport.

Why he needed to skip the country, and quick.

You know, it makes sense, if he stole all that money from Mummy.

You know, what I'm thinking

is that Max had access to Mila's banking system.

Suddenly, he has a need to leave the country...

..and now he's dead.

James, is Mila after you because of her son

or because of her missing money?

I don't know anything about either.

Well, if she thought you did, what would she do to you?

I think she'd kill me.

I went to the shipyard

and there was a dead young man who I thought was my son.

I had maybe the worst two days of my life,

then the DNA results came in...

..and the same night, James shows up.

And now you're here,

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

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

I guess he knows that, because now he's not talking to me.

Well, he'll have to talk to me.

Steve.

Senior, Surveillance 2 just uploaded some photos.

From?

Daniel Harrow's boat.

OK.

Jesus. Is that...?

We checked her face scan with Border Protection.

Tanya Ann Hain,

changed by deed poll in 1998

from Tanya Ann Reed.

Pull them in?

No.

Let's see where they take us.

I can't believe you still have the Fiat.

Ha! I remember this.

Found it in a box of your things.

You stole it on our first date,

from that Mexican restaurant in Great Portland Street.

We'd had mescal

and I was worried about that waitress who kept flirting with you.

Why aren't we moving?

Because THEY'RE not.

Police. So...

..we can't go see James.

Harrow.

Will you excuse me for a second?

You're like a failing Instagrammer. You need better followers.

And you needed to tell me about your visitor.

I didn't even know Tanya was still alive!

You had all night to let me know.

Oh, and following me is a great way to encourage open communication.

What else? Tapping my calls?

Harrow, I know your son is in the country

and he is a person of interest in what might be a homicide.

And that is why, even if I did know where he was,

I wouldn't tell you.

So, you don't know where your son is?

No.

And neither does Tanya, so... leave us alone.

Morning. Hi.

Everything OK?

Yeah. Fine.

Me too. I had my two ice-creams last night and slept like a baby.

Oh, my God. I am so sorry.

Something came up. Something always does.

OK. Martin Bruce Peek.

George Vaughn Ilic.

Grave robbers.

Duellists. Members of an historical society.

Mm. Former members.

Why were they duelling?

Well, apparently Mr Ilic said something

to which Mr Peek took offence.

Well, 10 paces at dawn.

And their seconds?

In a duel, the combatants are each accompanied by their seconds,

who try to dissuade them from fighting

and to check and hand over the weapons.

Yeah, well, we're interviewing two people at CIB now

but both claim they thought these two were shooting blanks.

Like my ex-wife, just before we had a daughter.

And the referee, whomever gave the signal to fire?

He's gone to ground. We're looking for him.

So, I'll leave these with you.

Just send 'em back with the clothes and, uh...

..any developments, you let me know.

I...

Well, this is the first duel I've ever done.

Mine too,

although I did nearly kill Abigail Stock -

we were both running for debate captain.

To her credit, though,

she did at least turn up to the event.

Ah. I see satisfaction was had.

Pistols at dawn, eh?

How romantic.

I could shoot you at dawn, if you like, or any time, really.

Oh, ha, ha.

You may recall that I was famously known,

in the Aldenham Secondary Air Rifle Brigade,

as Crack Shot Fairley.

That was because of that pellet that wound up in your gluteal cleft.

No, I... My... But...

Yes, your butt!

Anyway, were there any underlying medical issues?

Uh, it seems Mr Ilic was fit as a fiddle,

same as Mr Peek,

except for minor heartburn and restless leg syndrome.

Hmm. They both had pretty good aim.

They were both long-term members of the Brisbane Faro Society.

Oh, Faro!

A card game derived from Basset and a precursor to poker.

Very popular in Europe in the 18th and 19th century.

Are there any other wounds?

Mr Peek has something very faint here.

Now, is that under the make-up?

It looks like under. I think that's lipstick.

Hmm. Well, makes sense.

Someone kissed him good luck.

Or goodbye, if she knew the pistols were loaded.

Nichols said the witnesses thought the guns were not.

Hmm. Pair of matching flintlock duelling pistols.

Smooth bore. Early 19th, late 18th century.

Worth a bit. Mm.

They were Peek's, apparently. He had a licence.

Well, let's swab their hands for gunpowder residue.

Are the CTs ready? Mm-hm.

Right.

Looking at that path of travel, the one on the left -

the shot broke the fifth rib

and passed right through both ventricles.

Yes and this, through the right lung,

severing the superior vena cava.

They were certainly aiming at one another's hearts.

They really wanted to kill each other.

Or really didn't think they would.

Let's take a look at those lead shots.

Fairley?

Fishing sinkers. Makes sense.

Practical. Easy to get.

"Ruffian."

Hmm. But what was worth killing for?

"Valour withers without an opponent."

Oh, we were all shocked.

I'm still shocked.

And, Miss Mills, you are the club's...

New marketing manager. Right.

Which entails...? Raising interest.

She's doing a great job. She... Yeah.

Uh, forgive me, Ms Mellis,

but you don't strike me as a Faro aficionado.

Oh, uh... uh, well, I was just doing it for my CV

but I've discovered that it's a great game of skill and wit.