Harrow (2018–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - Ex Animo - full transcript

Previously on Harrow...

You need me.
-I don't need anyone.

What if I quit and, you and me,
we sail to Bora Bora?

Fern, I'm sorry. I have to stay.

We're not in the 'why' business, Harrow.

We're in the 'what happened' business.

Sergeant Soroya Dass. New Scene
of Crime, just up from Melbourne.

Doctor Daniel Harrow. Prick.

So, this is where you live. There's
something I want to show you.

Fishermen found something
down there this afternoon.

I knew you'd love it.



A finger. Looks mechanically cut to me.

My feet hurt.
-Quit complaining.

Yeah, well, this is fantastic.
Great shortcut.

Hey, you both wanted a shortcut.

I didn't want Miss Jackson to kill us.

She will if she...
-Here. The track? See?

I told you. Come on.

Come on.

What's the problem now?

The person you have
called is not available.

Please leave your
message after the tone.

Fern, it's me.

Please, let me talk to you.

You didn't give me a chance to explain.



I can't leave a message so...

..call me back, OK?

Please.

I can't believe you did that.

You resign, you un-resign...

You gonna quit again?

I can't see that happening.

You're an idiot.

OK. The, the river bones case.

Yes.
-It's just bones.

So, I thought it would make more
sense to give it to Fairley,

given his expertise with orthopaedics.

But, then...

..you seem to love a mystery, so...

I do.
-So... You or Fairley?

"You or Fairley", what?

Shoot.

Me or Fairley do the his or hers

shoe-and-handbag photo spread
for Humblebrag Weekly.

What?.

I say give that to Fairley.
I'll take the bones.

Good, 'cause CIB are
turning up this afternoon,

looking for an update.

Do I want this? No.

Do I want to flick it to Homicide? Yes.

Can I? No.

Not till it looks like murder.

Well, it looks pretty murdery to me.

Looks kinda gangland.

Very... gangland.

Plus there was a finger
bone deliberately severed.

Possibly post-mortem?

Possibly.
-Do you have a skull?

We're still diving.

Well, how long was he in the water for?

It's very difficult to say.

Well, roughly.

Roughly between two and six years.

Two and six...?

Do you have any idea how many people

are reported missing
in Australia every year?

38,000...

38,000.

Over six years, that's...

Two hundred and...

..228,000.

Now, admittedly, half of them are
women and two thirds of them show up

and Queensland's only
a fifth of the population.

But that still leaves a pool of...

15,200.

Well, it's a shitload
of missing persons.

God, do you have any
clue who this guy was?

None whatsoever.

But I do have the
nation's top pathologist.

You should be able to
get a profile, right?

There's some big bones still intact.

Do you want to talk?
-Nope?

I want to talk.

Yeah, but we'll just end up on
Macklemore and cool sculpting again.

You resigned and now you're back.

Alright? Something happened.
Something...

Something changed your mind.
-Nothing changed.

That's the point.

I think this is just one guy,
no double-ups.

We are still missing a bunch of bones,

the top vertebra, clavicle, patella.

Skull.

Do you think he was beheaded?
-No.

There's no sign of it.

Skulls detach and roll around,

and with that current, it
could be anywhere downstream.

Well, we'll need a big bone
for the sectioning.

What about the humerus?

I think we should sample
a bone from the concrete.

A femur would be best.

Well, it's pretty well stuck.
It'll take a while to get out.

Well, then, let's take our
time and get it right.

Harrow.

Feel like getting some sunshine?

What do you need?

Everyone away. I want
this whole area cleared.

Gentlemen and ladies,
let's get outta here.

Come on, out.

Think anything's gone?

Like what?

Like her heart. Full moon last night.

Ask any cop. Full moon's
when the crazy happens.

A bit hard to tell yet.

Been here a few hours.

Ambient temp...

Not much hypostasis.

Not much blood left in her.

Yeah, but I can't see any blood spatter.

You?

I think she was dead
when she was cut open.

Yeah, that looks like a sharp knife.

We'll start a search for that.

Dass.

Got a sec?

The boys found her car.

She was a ride-share driver.

Yeah. Philippa Wedburg.
40, single mother.

Her phone's still here.

Exactly. We're talking to the family
to see if we can get the passcode.

Hey, seal this area off too?

Yep.

Just be careful where you put your feet.

I think she was running.

Aaah.

See any footprints?
-No clear ones.

She fell?
-Or was pushed.

Did the fall kill her?

Possible, but...

Ooh, there.

Look, it's rough.

Another one here.

Look at this.

What's that shape in the middle?

I don't know.

Heya.
-We've unlocked her phone.

We found the name of her last booking.

On the ground. Get on the ground.

Shit.
-Get on the ground. Look to me.

Get on the ground.
-On the ground now.

Can... can I call work? I'm late.

You didn't give me a chance to explain.

I can't leave a message, so...

..call me back, OK?

Who you talkin' to?

Your dad?

You should have spoken
to him at the hospital.

He could have helped...
-He's no help.

I didn't like leaving you there.

Yeah, and imagine if I'd let you stay.

What good are you behind bars?

I'm not leaving you like that again.

I don't care what you say.

You're... stuck with me.

What's this?

I... I found them in the bedroom.

I was gonna give it to you.
-No, put it back.

Squatting's one thing,

but breaking and entering
and stealing, that's time.

They're here. They're here.

The owners.

Shit.
-Don't panic. Get your stuff.

Shit.

Cal... Stop freaking out.

Cal, back door.

Shit.

And I saved the day.

And the gamekeeper said,
and I quote you this,

"This has never happened before."

Is this Fairley's lion cub story?
Ooh, I love this one.

I just met Dr Fairley. He has
an excellent reputation.

What do you want, Harrow?

I want to hear the sad part,

where the lion cub gets
killed by your Jeep.

No, I... It was...

Pleasure to meet you, Soroya.
-Lyle.

I heard you made an arrest.

Yeah, but the guy's denying

any knowledge of
using ride-share last night.

He claims his phone was stolen.

Ready?

Skin here, on this
palm heel, is abraded.

Yeah, same.

She fell a few times.

OK, I'm gonna fingerprint now.

Pass me the endocam.

There's a cut on her chin.

A branch?

Too neat. It's triangular.

I think someone held
a knife under there.

Get out of the car.

Move.

OK, mind helping us out?

No sign of sexual trauma.

You'll swab and confirm?

One large incision,

just beneath left clavicle,

parallel with and five
centimetres left of the sternum.

17 centimetres.

Clean, confident cut.

Confident? You mean experienced?

And in a quarry.

Aztecs.
-Yes.

The Aztecs sacrificed humans

to console the spirit of
the god monster Tlaltecuhtli,

who was torn apart
to create earth and sky.

This happens.
-I see.

Tlaltecuhtli liked her hearts beating,

whereas Philippa here...

Was dead before she was cut open.

And her heart is still here.

No, the killer wasn't
trying to remove her heart.

He was removing something
from her heart.

Like a bullet?

If it was, he knew exactly
where to find it, and that's lucky.

Let's remove and sample her heart.

I have to go. I'll take
these to Scientific.

Call me.

She's nice.

Good in the room.

She's horrible.

She's a cop.

They're just as bad as pathologists.

OK, that's everything ready

for histology.

Can I close?

Have we missed something?

Like what?

Can you get that?

Hi. Soroya.

Harrow thinks you're horrible.

You're a pain in the arse.

Horrible and a pain in the arse.

No, no, no, no. Simon was
dropped on the head as a child.

And here I was,
going to ask you for a drink.

A drink?

What, like a 'drink' drink, at a bar?

Like a 'drink' drink, at a bar.

When?
-Now.

Listen, we might need
a list of staff members

that were working on the night,

and the last six months
as well would be...

A word, Sergeant.

Yep.

He is not one of us.

I know that, but I think
he could be helpful.

I understand your position, but...

You're popular.
-Yeah.

But those I don't kill, I make stronger.

You...

Good grace demands silence.

Observe, say nothing.

Absolutely.

So, the guy you arrested whose
phone booked Philippa Wedburg,

this is where he claimed he lost it?

Yeah.

These security cameras, they work?

Yeah. Yeah, in the back.

So, whoever had the phone, did
Wedburg pick them up outside?

Nope.

No, it was booked from a vacant lot
on the other side of the rail line.

No cameras, no nothing.

There. That guy at the bar.

Go back. Replay that.

Well, there's our lad, Clark.
Half cut and then some.

And his phone.

There.

Well, that's as useful
as a chocolate teapot.

What now?

I'll get the uniforms door-knocking
for other cameras on the street.

I'm gonna find Mr Check Shirt.

Why did you invite me here?

I heard about you when
I was still in Melbourne.

That you like to get involved.

What else did you hear about me?

That you don't listen. You're conceited.

Your shaving skills are lacking.
You're a loose cannon.

Still want to get that drink?

You took too long to answer.

Shit...

Yes.

We'll see.

You're screwed.

What do you mean?

You're under her spell.

How were drinks?

Confusing.

Hey listen, are we running chem tests

on Wedburg's sternum skin
and sub-sternum tissue?

No, I don't think so. Why?

In case she was shot.

Let's look for bullet wipe.

So, maybe skip the bones

and do that before you go?
-Sure.

And there's someone here to see you.

Good afternoon. I'm Caterina Wedburg.

Philippa Wedburg's daughter.

Dan.... Harrow.

Please, come and sit down.

Um, she's in there...

..the police said.
-Yeah, she is.

Can I go see her, please?

Well...

You could. She's your mother.

But right now, she's my patient.

Patient? You do the autopsies.

You're not gonna make her well.

No.

No-one's going to make
your mum well again.

It makes me very angry.

And it makes me very sad.

But...

..my job is not to be angry or sad.

My job is to find out how she died...

..so we can find out who did this.

And I'm looking at everything.

And I'm taking care of her, I promise.

It's up to you.

This one.

Bingo.

Got it.

See, everything gonna be alright, girl.

Idiot.

Fern.

Didn't think my playing was that bad.

I came down with her
immunisation papers,

thinking... you might need them.

I find this.

I ring Maxine.

"Didn't Daniel resign? Isn't
he going to Bora Bora?"

"No, Harrow changed his mind."

Steph...
-No.

Just...

She knows how much you love that guitar.

If this is what she
does on the outside...

How could you let her down like that?

Again?

It's...

I don't think I'm gonna want
to talk to you for a while.

Re-examination of
Philippa Wedburg's heart.

Removed and sampled earlier same day.

CAT scan identified
small foreign object...

..revealed, by physical
examination, to be...

..a splinter of wood.

Don't... don't do that. I think
I can get this femur out.

Leave that. Look at this.

Ash.
-European ash.

A wood favoured by
traditional European fletchers

for making arrow shafts.

Wedburg was shot by an arrow.

Think about it.

If she was shot with an arrow,
with, say, a barbed head,

it wouldn't pull out, it
would have to be cut out.

And in the process of cutting it out,

the killer nicked off
a bit of arrow shaft.

European ash.

OK.

So, how are you gonna find out
who makes European ash arrows?

I'm not. You are.

Is this what you spend
your spare time on?

Honestly, it explains a lot.

Just find out who, in town...

..sells arrow shafts made of ash.

_

And check in with the organics
lab. They have the splinter.

Well, if you already know
it's made of European ash,

then what are you looking for?

I'll tell you when I find it.

What?

Thank buggery.

How are you, Jack?

Any better and I'd be dangerous.

Stout fellow.

How are you, Jackie?

Visitor?

Piss off, Hovard.

How's Maxine?

Maxine's fine.

And your protege?

As usual... annoying and thorough.

My protege was
annoying and thorough.

So, what's wrong?

A body's come up.

I think it might be a guy that
would have best been forgotten.

Jack...

Were you ever tempted...

To falsify evidence?

Get the door.

I never told anyone this.

Not even Pam.

There was a girl on my table,

exotic dancer, apparently.

Couldn't have been more than 19.

Impacted skull. Broken hyoid.

Strangled.

And I knew who did it.

This copper.

Evil, violent bastard.

Then a second girl, streetwalker,
turned up, similar.

And then a third.

I knew it was this mongrel
killing these girls,

but he was untouchable.

Except...

..I had his blood.

He provided it to exclude him
from a previous crime scene.

All I needed to do was put a drop of
his blood on that girl's blouse

before it went to Scientific.

What did you do?

Nothing.

I couldn't do it.

And it was six years before
he went down for corruption.

And another girl died.

I think of that.

How's the pain?

Ha. Much better.

Love you, Pammy.

No. Please.

So, you're saying that
imprint is from a crossbow?

Some crossbows are cocked by the
user putting a foot into a stirrup

and drawing the string up to the nut.

OK.

European ash, which I
found in Miss Wedburg,

was commonly used
to make crossbow bolts.

Commonly? When, commonly?
-Middle Ages.

A European medieval crossbow bolt.

It's not an everyday item.

A unique identifier.

Which is why our killer took
the time to cut it out of her.

So, where do we find
a European crossbow bolt

in NOT medieval NOT Europe?

Simon...

..has his uses.

Yeah, I sell a few of 'em.

Crossbows are Category M weapons.

Yeah, that's why I check
the licences of all my buyers.

And I make sure I wait

the appropriate cooling-off
period before delivery.

And I tell you lot of all my sales.

Ash bolt?

Yeah.

Maple vane?

Yeah.

Attached with rabbit-hide glue.

What do you want?

Do you know this woman?

Been to Brisbane recently?

I don't go to Brisbane. It's shitty.

You make the bows, you sell the bows

and we trust you to tell
us who buys the bows.

I can see a loophole or two.

And if someone wanted a bow
but didn't want it reported?

You gave someone
a crossbow off the book.

Who?

I don't know anything.

Well, I know that illegally
supplying a Category M weapon

could get you a 10K fine,

and I also know that
supplying a restricted weapon

that's been used in a murder

could get you five years inside.

VKR, this is Whisky 5-8-9...

Wait.

What a naughty boy.

Giving away a crossbow?

Well, giving away a crossbow for sex.

Would you break the law for sex?

No.

Not even a threesome?

Is this your cosplay material?

No. They brought it all.

When did they film this?

About six months ago.

Did you get their names?

Did they take off their masks?

Well, yeah, but not in the room.

Can you describe them?

Yeah... No. Not really.

Um, they were, you know...

What?
-Hot.

Can you give me something?
Were they a couple?

Yeah, I think so.

Aagh.

What's that pattern?

I don't know. It's not clear.

Then they took the crossbow
and bolts and left.

There we go.

Sam, get onto the tech guys.

I want to find that guy
and his girlfriend.

Is this clear enough
for facial recognition?

You bet your arse it is.

Why are you releasing him?
Are you happy about this?

No, but Wedburg's car was a mess of DNA

and we didn't find any of
their DNA on her clothes.

Anna, the girlfriend, denies being
in the sex tape with your bow maker.

No crossbows or bolts in their house.

Although we did find
a heap of iffy shit.

Iffy, like what?

Books, black magic,
Druid stuff, lunar charts.

Full moon.

This sucks.

Settle down, tiger. We'll get him.

Ooh...

Sorry.

I'm sick to the nuts of you, Harrow.

What's wrong with Blake
Poyner's left hand?

How did you know...?

OK, fine. Poyner attempted
suicide as a teenager.

He severed the tendons
in his left wrist.

But, listen, Harrow, we've got
this now, OK? Leave it alone.

Yes?
-Anna?

Hi. Daniel Harrow.

Is Blake home?

Not yet.

Excuse me? I don't understand.

You can't be here.

You need help, Anna.

Why? Are you a lawyer?

We can't afford a lawyer.

What a terrible business.

It wasn't you in that sex tape, was it?

The police already searched everything.

Don't mind me.

This is Blake's stuff, right?

It is.

And you can't be here without a warrant.

I'm not a cop.
-Well...

Then I can break your face.

What, with your good hand?

Blake...

It wasn't you that shot
Philippa Wedburg, was it?

And it sure wasn't your girlfriend here.

So, who did?

You'll never know.

Someone's protecting you.

Who made you that?

She must be very special.

You'll... never... know.

A candle.

Yes.

Have you heard of the Cimetiere
des Saints-Innocents?

Cemetery of the Innocents?

Paris, yes.

In the late 1780s, it was literally
overflowing with corpses.

So, it was closed, and all
the bodies, thousands,

were exhumed and moved to a
quarry, which became catacombs.

What was left were
tonnes of margaric acid.

A lake of human fat.

So, the government

told the soap makers and
tallow chandlers to have at it.

Paris was not short on
candles that summer.

What's that?

The wick.

Yeah, I get that. What's it made of?

Human skin.

And I want to know whose.

Daniel, look at you.

You used to be such a
handsome young man.

What happened?

Life, Carol.

Look...

..about that DNA from the candle.

Shut the door.

We're avoiding a scandal.

The Vice Chancellor does not want
splashed all over social media

the fact that one of our students
was caught stealing cadaver parts.

Caught and reprimanded?

Caught and expelled.

I don't suppose there's any chance
you could tell me who it is.

It's Harrow. Remember
that girl from the bar?

Charlotte?

Did you follow me?

'Cause I shook the cops
but I didn't see you.

I didn't follow you.

I worked it out.

He's smart.

Yes, my love, he is smart.

Yeah, well, not everyone appreciates it.

Who else knows?

Heaps. I'm a blabbermouth.

Just kill him, love, like you said.
-Shh-shh-shh-shh-shh.

I think you're alone.

I am.
-So, what do you want?

I want to know you.

I want to know what it
feels like to hunt.

Just take the car. Take it all.

Run.

Run.

I want to know how it felt

when you chased her under the moonlight.

Like wolves.

Like wolves.

Let me.

Blake wanted to shoot her.

But...

His bad hand.

Idiot.

My God.

Aaagh.

Aaaagh.

No.

Aaagh.

Please.

I have a daughter.

You couldn't lift her out of there,

but you couldn't leave
the arrow inside her.

So...

I envy you.

How you hunt.

Just you, your bodies, your
weapon of wood, your power.

The power in that bright moment,

when you have your prey
within your sights.

The choice is all yours.

To spare a life...

..or to take it.

The power it takes to pull that trigger,

so small, so beautiful...

..that sends death on your command.

That's what I envy.

The power in you... that says...

"Now...

"..is the time...

"..to kill."

Stop.

Back.

Get back.

It's time to go.

Let him.

You missed the woman, didn't you,
Blake? But you won't miss me.

Let him have his reward.

He loves you.

He's under your spell.

Take it, love.

You're a clever man.

What a shame.

I'm used to it.

Kill him.

Go.

Drop the knife. Put down the knife.

Get down. Get down.

Down on the ground.

We're just in here.

OK.

You did her hair.

I had my assistant do it.

Is there anything you want to know?

Do you think that she was scared?

Yes.

But she tried to get away.

Why her?

Just bad luck.

They ordered a ride. They didn't
care who was behind the wheel.

But you got them, right?

Thanks to your mother...

..we found what we needed.

Yeah, we got 'em.

Why would I short-change you?

I dunno.

What would happen the
next time I needed you?

I dunno, mate.

Is this why they kicked you
out of the force, Lewison?

What's that?

Healthy paranoia?

Chronic stupidity.

So, what's her number?

I'll try that now.

Alright.

Good luck.

Yeah?

Daughters are precious.

Fern?

Fern?

Are you in there?

I'm sorry.

I wanted...

I still so much want
to go away with you.

And I wish I could tell
you why I can't, but...

I was gonna tell you.

I SO want to tell you, but...

I think it's better
that I don't right now.

And I'm not being selfish this time.

And I don't love my work more than you.

I don't love anything more than you.

Listen, if you're in there...

..let me in... please?

Idiot.

So, this is the bone you sectioned?
-That's our femur.

It's heavier than you'd think.

It's a pretty fine powder.

Yeah, which we leave
for the technicians.

So, you finally got that femur out.

Sectioned, sampled
and ready for analysis

first thing tomorrow morning.

You don't look too happy about that.

No, I am. That's great work on that.

That'll really speed things up.

But, it's late. Why don't
you go home, see David?

Half-hour, tops.

I'll just go and clean up Exam 1.

Are you OK?

Yeah. Fine.

I'm good.

Well, we're almost
finished here, apparently.

If you're not busy, maybe you
want to grab that drink?

Or... another night, maybe.

Sorry.

Yeah.

There's just one more
thing I need to do.

Sure.

It's OK, Mr Hovard. It's OK.

Next on Harrow...

I put the river bones concrete
through the CAT scan.

There's something there.

Whatever you've done,
your secret's safe.

How awesome is getting
out of the office?

I hate lizards.

That cut's too neat.

Crocodile teeth didn't do that.

How could you not be?

Not be what?
-In love with her.

I'm not in love with her.
I work with her.

Jesus Christ, do they let any
idiot into medical school?

You wouldn't want to be taken by
one of those things, would you?