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♪ The Church's "Under the Milky Way" ♪
♪ Sometimes when this place gets kind of empty... ♪
Oh, here we go.
You worried?
About being abducted by aliens?
Uh-uh.
I'm more worried about where we're gonna sleep tonight.
You'll see.
♪ The loveless fascination... ♪
The accommodation's another 20 klicks that-a-way.
You know that, right?
♪ Under the Milky Way tonight
♪ Lower the curtains... ♪
-Why are we off the highway? -Go with me here.
Well, last time I did that, we almost got
shot out of the sky over the Red Sea, so...
Mm-hm.
♪ Down all right...
The hell's that?
Headlights?
There's nothing there.
-Like, nothing nothing. -There's definitely something.
-Help! -Wes!
♪ And it's something quite peculiar... ♪
♪ And it's something quite...
Oh!
Are you okay?
-Oh! -Yeah.
-♪ And it's something... -Look, we gotta go. Come on.
♪ Quite peculiar
♪ And it's something quite peculiar... ♪
Oh, my God, are you okay?
We have to get her help!
How good's this?
Avgas? Love it.
We're not in Kansas anymore.
NCIS? About as far from the water as you can get.
How are yo use?
Special Agent Michelle Mackey.
Good to meet you, Macka. Karl Drysdale.
Welcome to Eerie Plains.
Jim Dempsey, AFP.
-How's it going? -Good, mate, good.
-Yeah. -So how are we tracking?
Any luck finding the missing pilot?
Uh, not yet. Partner's freaking out big-time.
Something was stalking us.
It came up right from behind.
As in a person?
This is gonna sound crazy,
but there were these three bright lights.
Road train, maybe.
No, no, no, this was no truck.
It was flying.
And I swear to God it was checking us out.
Possible it was a plane?
No, not the way it was moving.
It was way too dynamic.
It was hovering and darting around real quick.
No chopper, either.
So what? You thinking some kind of UAP?
Unidentified aerial phenomenon.
UFO?
You're not actually...
You are!
Okay, great.
So what happened next?
Van was FUBAR,
so I tried calling for help,
but had no reception.
So I leave Amy to take care of the girl
and walk off to get help on foot.
Of course, when I got back with the cop,
they'd both vanished.
How long you been working this neck of the woods?
Five years, give or take.
Stationed in Nundle before that.
Little one-horse town outside of Tamworth.
You must like one-horse towns.
No horses out here.
Too dry. Can't afford the feed.
Oh! Bloody hell.
Welcome to my world, mate.
Mate, who are all these people?
Alien hunters.
What?
Eerie Plains is Mecca to every whack-job alien hunter
this side of Roswell.
Oi, you lot!
This is an active crime scene. Move on!
So much for Forensics, mate.
-Evie, do your thing. -Righto.
Random drug tests.
Who wants to go first?
Oh. Oh! Where ya goin'?
Mackey. JD.
I managed to use the cell booster on Karl's truck
to get a call through to Blue.
Look, according to her, Amy managed to get out
an emergency call to RAAF Base Tindal
some time after the accident.
This is US Naval Aviator Amy Hale requesting
emergency assistance for an injured civilian.
-Paramedics and air support. -Ahhh! It's coming back!
-What the hell? Oh, my God! -We have to leave now!
-Help! -Run! Run!
Hey, Sarge.
You're gonna wanna see this.
What's that look like to you?
A crop circle without crops.
Awesome.
All right, you two, take the northern sector
all the way up the highway - once you're there...
Okay. Roadhouse sign-in book.
Look through it. Tell me if you recognize the woman you hit.
Yeah, for sure.
Oi, Bill, what are you doing
bringing that in here?
Well, the cool room's on the blink.
Gotta chill it down before I dress it.
Well, watch you don't drip blood on the bloody carpet.
That's her.
That's the woman I clipped.
Elke Johannson.
Excuse me.
Bridgette, love.
You remember Elke Johannson?
Was she traveling with anyone?
No, she hitched in on a cattle truck.
I need to use your phone.
Yeah, no probs, darl. I'll set up a tab.
Don't look so surprised.
We do, uh, faxes too,
just, um, not at the same time.
Travis Riggs. How can I direct your call?
I need you to pull service records for
US Navy Lieutenants Wes Chilton and Amy Hale.
Really? Ah, it's a bit out of my pay grade, isn't it?
I really hope not.
I can do it. I can do it.
Blue?
Hello, boss!
Former boss. Not that you're the former.
You're still the boss. I'm the former.
What are you doing at HQ?
Trigger called me.
Said he ran out of mates.
You know, until we get your application off to the AFP...
I know, I know. I'm not officially on the text books.
I'm just happy to help out wherever I can.
Kind of like an emotional tech support dog.
Okay, fine. For now.
While you're at it, see what you can turn up
on UAP sightings in the area.
I hope you have, ah, plenty of reading time,
because Eerie Plains is kind of like Australia's Area 51.
I am getting that feeling.
That didn't take long.
Why? Is she not missing?
They all disappeared from here?
They're not here.
Can I help you with anything else?
I do a mean roadkill burger and fries, if you're hungry.
I'm good.
This is us.
The crash site's over here.
Nearest town?
Oh, 50-plus klicks that way.
So Amy's not walking there in a hurry?
Not in this heat.
We've got an ID on our missing woman.
Elke Johannson, 34. Swedish national.
Wow, long way from home.
Get a lot of backpackers through here.
Alien nuts, mostly.
They'll camp out for a few days,
hoping to get a selfie with E.T.,
before pissing off to their next two-bit Insta moment, you know?
Oi! That's my clientele you're dissing, Karl, darl.
Karl's your classic skeptic,
until he sees one with his own eyes,
which is just a matter of time.
Something these women don't have.
Search teams are combing the area to the south and west.
-We'll take east. -Copy that.
Fax just came for you, love.
I'll put it on the tab.
It's Wes and Amy's files.
Wait. It says Amy put in for a transfer.
What, you think she wanted out?
Pilots and their REOs bust up all the time.
Ma'am.
Speak of the devil.
Ma'am.
I'd like to join the search party.
I appreciate that, Lieutenant,
but out here, you are my responsibility,
and I need to know where you are at all times.
With all due respect, ma'am,
I think the more pairs of eyes out there, the better.
For Amy's sake.
You guys flew together for a while?
Yes, sir.
Trained out of Pensacola.
Never flown with another RIO.
Regular Goose and Mav, huh?
Something like that, sure.
Y'all are based out at RAAF Base Tindal, right?
Yes, ma'am.
So, uh, what are you doing all the way out here?
Well, we had some 'use-it-or-lose-it' type leave.
Thought we'd go see Sydney.
Overland?
What is that - three, four thousand klicks?
How much leave you guys get these days?
My partner's wondering if there's a reason
you took the scenic route.
The Perseid meteor shower.
It's supposed to be incredible.
The best it's gonna be for a decade.
Right. So you're just out here, uh, stargazing.
That might sound hard to believe
for someone who spends their life on land,
but when you fly for a living, all you do is look up.
Something that beautiful filling the firmament?
I couldn't think of a better moment to, you know...
You brought Amy all the way out here to propose?
Yeah.
Wanted it to be special.
Get down on one knee.
Meanwhile, nature's fireworks are playing upstairs.
Why'd you wait till now to tell us this?
Because the Navy finds out
and their flying days together end in a heartbeat.
Hold onto that rock, Lieutenant.
We're gonna find your girl.
So our grid sector's from here...
...to here.
Oh.
Well, what are we doing after lunch?
Whoa. I got footprints.
Two distinct sets.
You don't reckon that's the alien hunters?
These are different.
Check the stride length.
That's them walking.
That's them running.
Running from what?
There's no third set of tracks.
I don't know.
Maybe whatever was chasing them never touched the ground.
Oh, that's comforting.
You know, Macka,
I gotta say, you've always struck me as a rationalist.
More than anyone I've ever known.
But you went straight to UFO like it's normal as breakfast.
No, I went straight to unidentified aerial phenomena.
Because that's what it is -
unidentified.
Oh, so you're not a believer, then?
Growing up in Iowa, there wasn't a hell of a lot to do at night,
so I would climb up on the roof of the barn
and just stare up at the stars.
I remember thinking,
it's just so big,
unknowable.
Made me feel small - in a good way.
It just made sense to me that we weren't alone,
and I guess I felt comforted by that.
Can I tell you a secret?
Sure.
For the first 12 years of my life,
I thought the moon was a giant block of Parmesan cheese.
I guess I was comforted by that too.
-That explains a lot. -Yeah.
Macka, three o'clock.
Hey, over here.
Doesn't look like a phone belonging to our missing RIO.
-Must be Elke's, right? -Mm-hm.
Any thoughts on how to unlock it?
That's what emotional tech support dogs are for.
Okay, so we took a deep dive into Elke's socials.
And how did 'we' get on?
Well, uh, Blue worked out
that she's using the same password on every account.
'Truth is out there'.
All one word.
Nice work, Blue.
You too, Trigger.
What'd Trigger do? It was all Blue.
Oh, team sport, Macka. You taught me that.
Wow!
Finally, they're here.
What's it doing?
Hey! Hey!
Be careful what you wish for.
Ah!
Help! Help! Help!
You were saying?
Damn flies!
What the hell is that? Twister?
-Nah, it's a big willy-willy. -Might be time to boogie.
Bloody thing was fine before we stopped.
Yeah.
-There's plenty of petrol. -Hmm.
Strange.
Yeah.
Damn. It's coming in fast.
Aliens don't come out to party in the daytime, right?
No, 100% nocturnal.
You know, E.T., Close Encounters.
-Alien. -Mm-hm.
-Nighttime, every time. -Yeah.
Yeah.
Independence Day.
That was daytime?
It's in the title and everything!
Oh, yeah, I never much liked that one anyway.
-The map! -What?
I lost the map!
So, Bill, I hear you took these shots.
Yep.
What, and you've personally seen the lights, yeah?
Oh, plenty of times.
You stay here long enough, you'll start to see them too.
-So they're real, then? -Real as Roswell.
And that's a real alien fetus too.
And don't let anyone tell you
that moon rock bears a striking resemblance
to every single rock you'll find between here and Alice Springs.
Next thing you're gonna tell me
Buzz Aldrin never sat on that stool.
Mate, I hate to break it to you,
the fella who made this plaque charged by the letter,
otherwise it would have been Neil Armstrong's.
What about this wall of abductees?
They missing for real too?
How should I know? Photography's my thing.
No, the Wall of Fame, it's all Bridgette.
Hand on heart, them and their cars all vanished.
Cut it out. Bridge, there's two girls missing out there.
The whole thing's just a big marketing ploy.
Okay, just keep it down, will you?
I've got a business to run here.
So, you and Bill, you own this setup?
Um, I own the roadhouse.
Bill just helps out, yeah.
Are you married?
Oh, Lordy, no. No, no. Just friends, yeah.
Without benefits.
Thank goodness.
But these are photos of real people who stayed here, right?
That's correct.
Taken from passport photos
when they registered to stay at the campsite?
100%, yeah.
Okay, so I guess my question is
any of them missing for real?
It's probably best to let Bill answer that.
Don't you reckon?
You haven't told 'em about Lucy yet?
Who's Lucy?
We'd been traveling for a few months
before we camped out next to the Departure Lounge.
Oh, that's the name the alien hunters give
to the place where you lost your pilot.
I was busy getting a campfire going when it came.
Just hovering, just way, way up high.
Just a... perfect triangle of lights.
Just dancing.
Such a beautiful thing.
And then Lucy ran towards it.
By the time I got to where she was standing...
...the lights were gone.
So was she.
No one's seen her since.
Care to tell us
why you neglected to mention Lucy's disappearance?
'Cause there's nothing to it.
Bill would prefer to believe that aliens took his girl
than the fact that she walked out on him.
-So Lucy isn't missing? -No, no, she is miss...
All right.
I wanted to spare you this whole palaver.
What palaver?
It's probably best
we do this down at the station.
We can go over the X-Files there if you like.
Wind's wiped any trace of tracks.
Theirs or ours?
No, I'm good, thanks.
All right, roadhouse is 20 klicks
somewhere in that direction.
Yeah. And our girls are somewhere out there.
We got one ATV.
Maybe an hour of daylight.
Oh, and we're also out of water.
Wait, that was it? You drank it all?
What? It's hot out here, if you haven't noticed.
Girl, I noticed!
Besides, you can always
drink your own pee if you're desperate.
Mid-stream's best, apparently.
Listen. Amy was a Navy-trained navigator.
She was heading due south.
My money says she'll stay the course.
Then I guess we do too.
For real?
Come on.
-Go. -Hold on tight.
Whoa!
Righto.
Here... we... go.
Missing persons files as requested.
Now, like I said, I did my diligence.
Ran all their deets through the COPS database
and missing persons.
See this guy, Peter?
He came through Eerie, now living happily in Paradise.
Tasmania.
Um, we got...
...Stephanie - uh, Avalon, Northern Beaches in Sydney.
Like, do yo use want me to keep going or...
So you ran a check on all of them?
Well, every one, up to a point.
Every time I turn my back,
Bridgette pops another face back up on that wall of hers.
So not every single one.
So my beat covers 4,000 square klicks,
and as far as coppers go, I'm it.
Like, I... I do my best.
Bill's partner, Lucy. You got a file on her too?
Yeah, sure.
The thing with Lucy, but...
She is officially missing.
-Last seen in Perth. -Perth?
Like, 2,000 kilometers away from here?
Yeah, kind of puts a hole in
Bill's alien abduction story, doesn't it?
Sure, but she's still missing.
So what's your take?
Oh, I looked into it.
There's no sign of foul play.
Still, you gotta have a theory, though.
Righto. Between us, I reckon they've had a lover's tiff.
She's walked out on him.
Probably hitched a ride with an interstate truckie.
After that, who knows?
Carol?
Everything all right?
Sorry, I've just gotta take this.
Yeah?
So what do you reckon, Macka?
-Serious? -Deadly.
To answer your question, right now what's bugging me...
...is how Lucy gets taken by aliens here
and then goes missing for real in Perth.
And the fact we have all these witnesses
who all describe seeing a triangle of lights.
And then Elke's phone video suggesting...
...the lights in the sky are real.
And extrapolating from that...
...aliens are real.
Knew you'd come around, Agent Mulder.
Righto, I'm just gonna have to
drop you folks back at the roadhouse.
Bloke's rolled his ute on the Adelaide Road.
You sure you know what you're doing?
'Cause don't really look like it.
You there, D? Come in.
Boss?
Evie and I figure best chance these girls have is
if we stay here and continue our search at first light.
If we head back to base now,
we lose precious time those two girls don't have.
Got enough supplies? Water?
Plenty.
Better sign off, boss.
Don't want to run down the batteries.
Copy that. Mackey out.
Oh! Oh!
Would you look at that!
Okay, you wanna start a fire like that? Come on, now!
At least we're gonna be warm.
Anything?
No. You?
Poor bastard.
Pull up a pew.
We have a couple of beers for Team NCIS, Bridge?
Oh, you can just move that alien fetus
out of the way, if you want.
Old mama alien won't mind.
Wow.
Must be tough being a skeptic among so many true believers.
Oh, I think everything tastes better
with a grain of salt, doesn't it?
Where's it come from?
My skepticism? It's just who I am.
I'm serious. Tell me.
Oh, I don't know.
Look, as far as I can tell,
we humans are a pretty clever bunch,
all things being equal.
But for almost our entire history,
we've basically been stuck on this big ball of mud, right?
Now, are you telling me a couple of super-smart aliens
build a spacecraft,
hop off their planet, come to ours,
but when they get here, rather than say g'day,
they just take one of us lesser species and piss off?
Why would they do that?
Bloke's got a point.
We've got enough problems right here
without looking for more in the great beyond.
Thank you, Bridgette.
Here's to finding those girls.
Amen to that.
Cheers.
♪ You get away with murder
Ooh!
I gotta hand it to y'all.
This is the only place on Earth
you can die from heat exhaustion and hypothermia
in the same day!
Stop whinging.
Amy has nothing but her wits
and an injured backpacker for company,
whereas we're armed, we know where we are.
-Do we, though? -We have transportation.
Only one of which works!
And we are professionals.
Now I know you're tripping.
Y'all don't believe in that alien stuff, right?
Oh! God, no.
Nah, me neither.
Just for fun, you know, let's just say...
We were to get a close encounter?
Right. What's the plan?
I would have thought that would be obvious.
Virgin sacrifice.
Mixing genres, girl.
Look, there's nothing scary out there but your imagination, D.
Oh! Oh!
And that?
And that.
Oh, it's a dingo, most likely.
Most likely?!
-What else could it be? -Kaya?
-Hmm? -My name is Evie Cooper.
My grandmother was Marjorie Goodes,
a proud Noongar woman.
D! Introduce yourself!
My name is Deshawn Anthony Jackson.
My grandmother is Sheila Jackson.
We're from Los Angeles, California.
We acknowledge and pay our respects here.
We're just passing through.
They look like dingo eyes to you?
They a mean critter?
Yeah, one on its own's not such a biggie.
Okay.
The thing is they tend to hunt in packs.
Get out of here!
Come on, clear off!
-Wait, what was that? -Where?
Shine it over there.
What the hell?
Found four of the skulls and a cluster of bone
near the overhang where JD is.
Figuring the killer used it to hide some kind of shallow grave.
If it weren't for animals digging 'em up,
we might never have found 'em.
Looks like they've been here a while.
Okay. Nice work, guys.
The hell is that?
It's fire weed.
Used to run rampant back home.
Killer probably trucked the seed in when he dumped the bodies.
No, I meant that.
Metal?
Tooth from a saw, maybe.
Maybe, yeah.
So either the aliens carry bone saws or...
...we need to be looking closer to home.
Hey.
Bingo.
Looks like Bill's girlfriend Lucy
didn't make it to Perth after all.
Can I help you?
Need to run through the details of Lucy's disappearance.
Been over that.
Take us through the night she went missing.
Told ya.
The lights came down, she went towards them, and she was gone.
So, uh, how'd she get into the spaceship?
She get beamed up?
Green guys drop a little ladder? She teleport?
I told you.
One minute she was there...
...next minute she was gone.
Where did you get that?
Search party found human remains
they believe belong to your girlfriend and others.
Wanna tell us what really went down out there that night, mate?
Seems the aliens cut up her remains with a saw.
Just as they did with all the others.
-That's not my saw. -It's in your shed.
No, I've never seen it before in my life.
I just heard.
You found remains?
They weren't Amy's. The bones we found belong to other people.
Where's Amy?
You got her holed up in some cave somewhere, pal?
-I haven't touched her. -Where is she?
-Mate! -Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Hey! Back off!
Lieutenant, back off!
Stand down!
Gonna take him down to Karl's cop shop.
Get an official record of interview.
I want to work that photo board.
Try to figure out how many missing people on it are real.
Sounds like a plan.
Can I borrow your ute?
Let's go.
Watch your head.
-Keep me posted. -Catch you later.
Yeah, sorry it's taken so long,
but some of these people are overseas and some go way back.
We managed to track down most of them.
Names?
Okay, Stephanie Camden, Hilda Klein,
Sara Duffy, Sue Kaminski,
Peter Fernandez,
Marco De Luca, Nils Jensen and Wanda Nguyen.
All alive and kicking and living their best lives.
So by my count,
that just leaves
Helene Wiseman, Lucy Cavendish,
Ludmilla Rich and Sophie Tan.
And all of them have official missing person files
here and overseas.
And all four had photos doctored
to make it look like they were
somewhere light years away from Eerie Plains.
Okay, we know Lucy was Perth.
And Helene, Thailand.
Ludmilla was Estonia
and Sophie was Central Coast, New South Wales.
All fake.
We have five women still up here, plus Elke.
You only gave me four names. So who's that?
She wasn't in the check-in book, boss,
but I faxed her picture over to Blue.
Blue, run her through facial rec. I want an ID.
On it.
Is it just me, or do aliens prefer blondes?
Oi, give us a hand, will you?
Can someone open the damn door?
CWA meeting, is it?
What's going on?
Who's this?
Um... Oh, God only knows.
Some backpacker passing through, I expect.
No record of her in your books?
If she stayed here, she'll be in the book.
You don't get to pitch your tent till you do.
Find me her entry.
Okay, what's this... what's this all about?
We found human remains out on the claypan.
Lucy's bones, along with a bunch of others.
-What, they're all dead? -Murdered.
Sweet Jesus!
You find her entry yet?
-Um, no. -So what is she doing up there?
Look, I've got no idea, love.
All right, I've got a name for your Jane Doe.
Goes by the name Juliette Cratchley.
She on a missing persons file?
Uh, no. She is dead.
Murdered five years ago near a watering hole
in a town outside Tamworth called, um...
Nundle.
Yes, how did you know that?
Karl likes to sit in Buzz's seat, doesn't he?
Um, yeah. Comes in every Friday night and has a couple.
Reckon he gets a buzz out of sitting in Buzz's seat?
I'm not following you, love.
This is his trophy wall.
These women are his victims.
That's how Amy
got that emergency call through to Tindal.
He must have been close by
with his four-wheel drive phone booster.
JD, pick up, dammit.
Oi, Karl, you there, mate?
Told ya.
You get bugger all reception out here without a booster.
Oi, Karl, you back here?
Shh-shh! It's okay, it's okay, I'm a cop.
I'm gonna get you out of here, okay?
Oi, oi, oi! I've got ya.
You're gonna look amazing.
You've just gotta trust me, all right?
This is gonna be a brand-new look. You're gonna love it.
Get on the ground!
On the ground, Karl, or I'll shoot!
Oh, you shoot me and we both go up.
Yeah, how do you figure that?
Take a look around you, mate.
Hey?
Hey, a 9-mil round.
Go straight through me - fft! -and into that.
Just be smart, mate. We can work this out.
Scream, mate, scream. No one can hear ya.
Hands behind your back. You're under arrest.
-You good? -Yeah.
How come you never pick up when I call?
Oh, whoops!
Watch your head, big fella.
♪ Ella Fitzgerald's "Two Little Men in a Flying Saucer" ♪
Partners, huh?
Well, you fly with someone long enough...
Can we agree that the idea of visitors from outer space
is pure entertainment now?
-Sure. -Great.
I mean... mostly.
♪ Two little men in a flying saucer... ♪
Okay.
♪ Flew down to Earth one day ♪
♪ Looked to left and right of it ♪
♪ Couldn't stand the sight of it ♪
♪ And said, let's fly away
♪ They took a look at a Western movie ♪
♪ Somebody heard them say
♪ If a horse can be a star
♪ Think how dumb the people are ♪
♪ We'd better fly away
♪ Then they shook their little green antennas ♪
♪ And quickly flew away
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