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For a bunch of first responders, you're looking

pretty scared right now. - Check.

No, don't listen to her.

Classic Everett bluffing technique.

Just like her old man.

Now, for the moment of truth.

All in.

Oh...

- I call. - Woah.

- Queens, full. - Ooh!

Thanks for coming.

Just like your old man.

I don't know why I keep playing wit' you, kiddo.

What fun would it be without me, Darren?

Don't forget: next week, my place!

- Yep, I'll see ya' then. - OK.

Well, that was a blow-out.

Whatever happened to beginners' luck?

Ah, don't worry 'bout it. Next time, Mia.

Plus, it was really nice having you here, you know?

Usually it's just me and the guys.

It's not really my scene,

but my partner's worried I've been single for too long

and he thought this might be a good place to start.

He thought you'd meet Mr. Forever in a low-key poker game?

I'm not looking for Mister Forever, OK?

Just Mr. Fun for Now. - I hear that,

but don't give up on the poker. It'll grow on you.

Besides, the rush of winning's...

pretty amazing.

I think I'll stick to my rock climbing wall.

That feeling you get when you're at the top...

I beat it beats your poker rush any day.

Yeah, I wouldn't know, 'cause uh...

heights aren't really my thing. - If you ever wanna try it,

let me know. I can set up rope and bolt in no time.

Oh, that's very reassuring.

How about we just go for a drink sometime instead?

Yep, I've got your number so I'll be texting you

about that drink! - Alright, see ya!

Bye, girl.

Oh! Gotta go.

Zoe... what's that?

- Lamp. - Yeah, the lamp part I got.

I'm be-sparkling. I've been watching the Shopping Network,

and 3 AM has all the best stuff.

Oh, be careful... that's a slippery slope.

Hey guys.

Tex, I didn't know you were still in town.

Just for another few days.

Call me later? - Yes.

- Is your phone charged? - Yes!

- Fully charged? - Aren't you leaving?

- Text me? - I will.

- Promise. - Oh my gosh, get outta here.

- Bye, Zoe. - Bye.

It was nice of Tex to stick around.

Yeah, right?

I need some help.

It's my wife. Something happened to her.

- Did she disappear? - No, no, no.

She's at work, but something's wrong.

She's a completely different person.

What do you mean? Different how?

She looks like my wife, she sounds like my wife,

but the woman I kissed on the way out the door today?

It was definitely not my wife.

♪ I see you and you see me

♪ Watch you blowin' the lines when you're makin' a scene ♪

♪ Oh boy, you've got to know

♪ What my head overlooks

♪ The senses will show to my heart ♪

♪ When it's watching for lies

♪ 'cause you can't escape my

♪ Private Eyes They're watching you ♪

♪ Private Eyes

♪ They're watching you, watching you, watching you ♪

♪ Watching you

It's been about a week or so.

This new Clarissa, she's moody and paranoid...

It's like her body's been taken over by a different person.

Has there been a change in your relationship lately?

No, no, nothing like that.

But believe me, she is not the same person.

I woke up last night at 3 AM. She wasn't in bed...

I looked out the window into the backyard, and she was with

another person and they were making these weird gestures

with their hands. - What kind of weird gestures?

Clarissa, she touched her forehead and then

she put her palm out and the other person did the same thing.

It's like some sort of signal or greeting, I don't know.

This other person in your backyard,

was it a man or a woman? - A woman, maybe?

I guess it could've been a man? It was really dark out there.

Can you guys help me figure out what's going on here?

You know, Larry, sometimes the things

that we find out, people don't really want to hear.

I just want my wife back.

If I can't have that, then I want to know why.

OK.

Where can we find Clarissa now?

She owns a travel agency on Kingston Road.

So, my fiancée and I are getting married

And we want to book our honeymoon! Yay!

Why don't I give you some brochures.

You can take them home with you. - Well,

we were thinking... Europe!

Culture, candlelit dinners... - Lovely choice.

I don't want to spend the most romantic week

of my life in a dusty museum, honey.

Sun, sand, surf.

Yes, also a lovely idea.

Well, you're a married woman.

What do you think we should do to find a compromise?

You deserve to follow your own bliss,

and if it takes you down separate paths, so be it.

That's not the normal marriage advice that we receive.

I'm sorry, but my appointment has arrived.

Here. - Do you want our...

number?

Not exactly Sales 101. She couldn't wait to get rid of us.

Right when the mystery man showed up.

Maybe he's her bliss.

I hope for Larry's sake it's not true.

He really loves her. - Well, maybe the business

is in trouble. It would explain her preoccupation and wanting

to keep it from Larry. - She certainly didn't want me

to see what was on her computer screen.

Hey, Zoe. Any update?

Kinda. I've been looking at Clarissa's online profile

and it's pretty standard. It's mostly stuff about travel.

But... there is one website

that she visits a lot.

The Venus Encounter.

Is that a dating site?

Let's just say I'd have an easier time getting backstage

to a Katy Perry concert wearing a Russell Brand mask.

Maybe it's one of those sites for married people

who want to have affairs. - I'll keep trying.

Here comes Clarissa, no mystery man in sight.

Is that a deposit bag?

Huh. Maybe she's going to the bank.

Well, she's not headed to the bank.

Is she redecorating?

Paying with a huge bag of cash?

Here she comes, and she's not alone.

- Who's the friend? - I don't know.

If she is having an affair, it doesn't have to be with a man.

Wouldn't be the first time.

Oh my god, OK! I'm fine. - Tex?

Yeah, I forgot to text him and he panicked.

You get kidnapped one time...

It's sweet, he cares.

Caring, smothering...

They're splitting up. - Ah. You take Clarissa,

I'll take the friend.

Hey.

Clarissa's in a jewelry store, handing over a massive wad of cash.

Yeah, and loose diamonds are a girl's best way to hide her assets.

She's buying loose diamonds for cash?

Larry gets half of what's on the books

and not what's in that velvet pouch.

Mystery friend's at the till now.

She's paying cash

for... shovel, tarp...

garbage bag, bleach, fertilizer...

That's not your typical travel agency shopping list.

No. Maybe it's got something to do with Clarissa

in the yard late at night. - What, a midnight garden club?

Maybe planning the disposal

of Larry's body?

- No. No answers. - Only more questions.

Just...

ignore it, it's Tex again. What are they doing?

Loading the trunk. Wait...

Open palm to forehead. Isn't that what Larry was talking about?

So this woman was the person Larry saw in the backyard

with Clarissa. - Wait,

if Clarissa's preparing to get of Larry's body,

does that make this mystery woman an assassin?

Who wants to be paid in diamonds?

- We gotta call Danica. - And say what?

We've an unidentified woman with a strange shopping list?

Yeah, point taken.

Will you put the guy out of his misery already?

Oh, it's Zoe. Hey, Zoe. What's up?

I've cracked the site. I'm in The Venus Encounter.

Clarissa's profile yet?

and I don't think it's good. My computer's being possessed.

Possessed by what?

By The Venus Encounter.

They are reverse-hacking me!

OK, OK, what do I do?

- I don't know, can't you stop it? - I'm trying!

OMG. They've activated my camera.

They are watching me... watch them.

Zoe, what's going on?

it's fine. I just, uh... I gotta go.

This case can't get any weirder.

OK.

We have a woman who is clearly hiding something from her husband.

She meets with an unidentified man

for a few clandestine minutes.

Then she picks up an identified woman,

pays for diamonds with cash

while her friend picks up a DIY murder kit.

And now we have a dating website with a level

of security so high, it almost fried Zoe's computer.

What if it isn't a dating site?

What if it's a murder site?

What do you do in your time off?

No, no. I read this article about these sites

where people talk about how to pull off the perfect murder.

OK, it does seem like Clarissa's planning something extreme, but...

kill Larry? Why?

Look, she's getting off.

I don't get it. They weren't that far ahead of us.

There's Clarissa's car.

Maybe there's a clue to where she was going in her car?

Good thing I wore sneakers.

- Italian leather. - When will you learn?

Clean as a whistle.

Well, there's gotta be something.

We're not here alone.

What's that?

Someone went to a lot of trouble to hide this car.

Because there's something inside worth hiding?

Only one way to find out.

There's a candle like that at Clarissa's agency.

This all looks like stuff from a New Age store.

Only... creepier.

Do you think Clarissa joined a cult?

I understand we have to do community service;

I just don't see why we can't pick

our own assignments. - No. I know, right?

- I loved my community service. - Yeah, because you got to help

orphaned puppies find their new families.

I have to read to seniors.

I mean, I get it. I didn't have grandparents,

so they're trying to, like, show me the value

of old people or whatever. - Hello! I'm right here.

Oh, Grandpa, you're not old, you're vintage.

Hahaha! So what about your assignment, Jules?

Well, I asked for anything to do

with music, so I could teach or tutor,

but I'm supposed to work at a teen help line.

I don't know, that sounds pretty exciting.

I guess. I just don't want to be on a phone for hours.

Why? Because you've been training for years.

Hahaha! Come on, you know you can help people

in lots of ways, you know. And getting outside

your comfort zone, that just helps you grow.

I know all that, but it's... You know what? Never mind.

They fried my motherboard,

that's just cruel! What if they tracked

our IP? They could hack into another computer,

even one as old as yours.

So, Clarissa may

or may not be in a cult. She also may

or may not be plotting to murder her husband.

Zoe, were you able to track down the licence plates

on that old car? - Fakes.

And there's no VIN number. It's too old for GPS.

The car's gone completely off the grid.

The perfect getaway car, but what's in those woods

to get away from? - Yeah. And why

would you need candles? And a gong?

I mean, to open your own druid cult day spa?

What about all that stuff he said she picked up

at the hardware store? Bleach, fertilizer,

that's also a recipe for a bomb. - That would be a first.

Hold on, we don't know anything yet.

We still don't know the identity of the mystery lady.

Or the guy from the travel agency.

Don't forget about the diamonds.

Can't believe I'm gonna say this, but for once,

I think we have too many clues.

That's Larry.

Hey, Larry. Listen, we still don't really have any--

[Meet me at the travel agency. You have to see this for yourselves.]

- What happened? - I don't know. Clarissa never

came home from work. She wasn't answering the agency phone.

She left her cell phone and laptop at home.

I came here to find her only to find this.

Did she say anything about closing her business?

She barely says anything to me anymore.

Guys, I'm really starting to freak out here.

- Do you know this woman? - No.

Maybe she was the one in the backyard with Clarissa.

- What about this man? - I've never seen him. Who is he?

Have you ever heard of the Venus Encounter?

Should I?

It's a website that Clarissa visited.

Did you bring her computer?

Laptop and cell phone,

but she changed all her passwords. Please find her.

Why would someone empty out

their office but leave their laptop and phone?

- To get off the grid? - Well, it worked.

We have no idea where Clarissa is.

Or what she might be planning. - No launch codes

or fake passports on Clarissa's laptop.

I can't even say those are ridiculous things to look for

because right now, everything seems possible.

- Photos? - Just of trips

her and Larry have taken. They really did look in love.

Here's something: it's the last number

that Clarissa called from her cell.

- man: - Hi! This is a friend

of Clarissa Bateman. She suggested I call.

Uh, yeah. Yeah, I guess I would.

[Perfect. Clarissa added the cleanup as well; I recommend it.]

Cleanup? Sure. Sounds good.

Uh... yeah.

How about the, uh, Red Bird Diner,

2 p.m., Queen East?

Did you just make a date with a hitman?

Order up.

Angie.

It's that guy Clarissa met at her travel agency.

Edward? Uh...

have a seat.

Uh...

so what now?

Well, first,

I charge a flat fee based on the complexity of the job.

- Right. - I've been doing this for years,

there's nothing I can't get rid of.

- "Get rid of"? - You wouldn't believe

the stuff I've sold. Your trash is my treasure.

Wait. Wait, what are we talking about?

Liquidating your furniture.

I also take electronics. Even clothes.

Oh!

You sold the contents of Clarissa's travel agency.

Yeah. Isn't that why you called me?

Who did you think I was?

A... liquidator. Yeah, someone who liquidates

things and, uh...

You know, can I just talk to my partner and get back to you?

Don't take too long; I'm booking up fast lately.

The good news is we didn't bring

a contract killer to a family diner.

Yep, but we're back at square one again.

Larry called four times

last night. I don't know what else to say to him.

OK, quick question:

what have you guys done with Lady Mystica?

Conroy!

What are you doing here? - OK, well, first of all, it's

Deputy Conroy because this is technically an official visit.

And secondly, what the heck are you guys doing hacking

into the Venus Encounter? - You know the Venus Encounter?

Do I know it?!

I'm a founding member.

Lady Mystica. Her real name is Beth actually.

We've been e-dating for a few months.

- What happened to speed-dating Darla? - You know how it goes:

after two minutes, we just didn't have anything to talk about anymore.

But Beth, I don't know what to tell you,

we just really connected. - So you've been online dating.

Have you met in person? - No.

So, how do you know she's missing?

First, she started missing our e-dates, that was weird.

Then, she started saying that something

big was coming, but she couldn't tell me what it was, so...

I looked up where she lived. - I'm pretty sure

that's e-stalking. - I went by her place.

When I got there, it was empty.

I mean, when I say empty, I mean

totally cleaned out. Then, I discovered that the Venus Encounter

was being hacked. I traced the IP address to this office.

Oh, and um, I found this

at Beth's house. - Hmm...

"Edward Faria." It's the same guy who cleaned out

Clarissa's travel agency. - So it's not a dating site

by the way. Or a "murder site"!

Wha... I mean, what goes on in those twisted heads of yours?

- What kind of site is it? - Well, it's for

open dialogue mainly about a whole bunch of things,

a whole variety of stuff. I tend to focus

on the forums dealing with life on other planets.

Started by this guy

in his basement, but it's grown into

this community now of likeminded people,

like me and Beth.

Get this! Thanks to

Deputy Conroy and his non- reverse-hack-inducing login,

I managed to track the IP to the Venus Encounter server.

Nowheresville, Ontario.

What a coincidence,

this is where we found Clarissa's car.

Great! Another dead end.

No, no, no. Wait, wait. I think this is a henge.

- A what? - You know, a henge?

A Neolithic earthwork used for astronomical observation?

They're usually aligned along celestial

meridian lines.

Yeah!

Yeah! Yeah, this is a henge.

Or... that's just a bunch of rocks on the ground

and we are in the wrong place.

I think I know a henge when I see one.

I'm telling you,

that the way we need to go.

Maybe over the ridge, I don't know.

Over or through?

Is that a door?

I should have known.

Are we really gonna follow him in there?

- You want me to hold your hand? - I wouldn't mind.

- Oh, wow! - What the hell is

that thing? - I don't know, a windmill?

It's obviously a homing beacon!

- Obviously. - You guys, don't you...

don't you get what this is?

He's done it. - Done what?

First contact! The aliens are coming to Earth!

So, Sienna, how was your community service?

Not too bad actually. Old people are really nice!

Thank you! We have our moments.

Hahaha! And what about you, Jules?

Mine doesn't start for another week, but I'm gonna

ask for a new assignment. - Really?

You're so great with your friends, kiddo;

you'd be just as great with a help line.

You have to say that, you're my grandpa,

but I'm not so sure.

OK.

OK, so the solstice

is tomorrow. I've been hearing rumours

about a solstice arrival for months.

Do you really believe all this, Conroy?

Little green men are gonna walk out of a flying saucer?

It's not just fantasy. I mean, we can pretty easily

predict the possibility of life on other planets

simply using the Drake equation. - Drake?

Like, he started at the bottom and now he's in space?

No. No, no, no. No, no, no. Look, no. Hold on a second.

No. Doctor Frank Drake.

Look, take the average rate of star formation,

OK, times the fractions of stars that have planets

times the number of planets that can support life

times the number of planets that will develop life

times the number of planets that will develop intelligent life

times the numbers of those civilizations

that will develop transmission capability

times the length of time they'll need

for those signals to transmit into space;

and then what you've got is the number of civilizations

in our galaxy that we might

actually be able to communicate with.

Yeah, it's... it's science.

Well, it's hard to argue with that.

Actually, Fermi did argue

with that and came up with a pretty interesting solution.

Came up with something called the Fermi Paradox.

Ah! I knew it!

I knew there would be a group of true believers

that would be here to welcome

our first alien visitor. Guys, come on.

- That looks about right. - I really hope there's Ewoks.

Dan Varden. Uh, I'm sorry,

Uh, ShamanAlpha,

it is an honour to meet you in the flesh.

It's Eddie Conroy

or, uh... Starmaster.

Starmaster, what a great joy to behold you in the flesh.

Look, I'm sorry I'm late.

I-I didn't know the time.

Or even the place really.

I guess my invitation must have got lost in cyberspace.

How distressing. I'll check with Natalie and make sure

no other worthy Venusites have been neglected.

Uh, who's Natalie?

My girlfriend. Or rather my ex.

Oh! Really? That's too bad because Natalie was like

your biggest supporter. - She still is.

She knows I must be free to offer myself to the aliens.

And by offer yourself, you mean...?

Do not ask what you are not prepared to know.

OK...

Well, this place is great. You're really off the grid, huh?

We're removed from earthbound rules.

Are these other members I might know?

The... Yes! Yes, of course!

This is... this is Angie.

You would know her as AstralMama.

And this is ShadowCreeper.

We've all chatted, like, probably a million times.

Only the worthy can read the signs

and reach us. You were very welcome.

Thank you.

I'm gonna go find Clarissa.

See what you can get from this weirdo alien pope.

Well, um... I'm gonna go look for Beth.

Or Lady Mystica. ShamanAlpha.

Come here.

So, ShamanAlpha, does everyone sleep here too?

Until the Grand Revelation, when the aliens

reveal themselves at last, we must all stay here

focusing our energies toward the skies.

Years of research,

of decoding ancient texts have led me to this moment,

to this place. - So you built it,

and they came. How did you choose

who to invite? - The universe chooses.

I am merely the conduit.

Please, partake. - What is it?

Pure energy.

We must cleanse our fragile carbon-based forms.

I'm gonna find my friend Starmaster,

make sure he's prepared for the cleansing.

Clarissa?

Weren't you just at my travel agency?

How did you find me?

Who sent you?

The universe... hath brought us together.

We were destined to meet. First in the earthly realm,

and... now here.

Yes, of course.

Energies attract like energies.

They do.

Listen, did the universe

tell you to close your travel agency?

I liquidated my assets to buy diamonds for my deposit.

Soon, we'll be travelling on celestial waves,

and divesting ourselves of our earthly possessions

is necessary for purification.

Right.

And would one of those earthly possessions be your husband?

Larry wasn't chosen.

He can't find me.

If he does,

I'm afraid of what might happen.

OK.

I mean if Dan and Natalie can't make it,

what hope do Beth and I have? Maybe I should...

Maybe I shouldn't bother. - Of course you should.

Just be cool, man.

"Be cool."

OK, I got this.

Yeah, on second thought,

don't be cool. Just, uh...

just be yourself.

I think she's gonna like that. Alright?

Beth,

hi.

It's Eddie Conroy, Starmaster.

- Eddie! - Hi.

You're everything I imagined.

Well...

But only the chosen can be here.

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. No, I-I... I was chosen too.

Of course you were.

Haha! And where better

to start our journey together than with the Grand Revelation?

Exactly.

Can I just ask you one thing? - Yeah.

What happened to your house?

I don't need it anymore.

Divesting ourselves of our earthly possessions

is necessary for purification.

Right.

Well, houses are overrated anyway.

- Hey. - Hey.

- We should have a chat with Clarissa's friend. - Yeah, someday.

Excuse me.

Welcome!

You must be AstralMama and ShadowCreeper.

Nice to meet you.

Natalie. I didn't find your profiles

on the Venus Encounter; how did you find us?

- The henge. - On the path.

Oh, you read the signs.

Well then, you are very welcome.

Deposits can be made at the water shrine.

Uh, deposits?

We don't actually have ours just yet.

We were sad to hear about you and Dan.

- Yes. - Our union was interfering

with his purification. You must also purify.

Please, partake

of the purification bars.

We must all be ready

for the Grand Revelation.

This place is bigger than I thought.

Oh! I'm starving, what's in that?

- Nuts. - Oh, allergic.

- Raisins? Honey? - Allergic. Allergic!

- Listen, Conroy... - Hmm?

What's this freaky alien deposit shrine all about?

Well, that is very exciting. That is where

everyone can contribute their diamonds.

You know, diamonds?

Because, as we all know,

rain on other planets is actually diamond rain.

Yeah, we all know that.

So that means, in a galactic sense,

that diamonds are water, and that's what

the alien convoy is gonna need to survive.

So everyone here brought diamonds?

Well, we didn't bring diamonds, but I'm not gonna

tell anybody if you don't. - Alright. So what are we

gonna do about Clarissa? - She doesn't want to go.

She's not being held here against her will.

Well, OK, what if, um...

what if I can just stay here and watch Clarissa for you?

I don't want to leave Beth. I just... I just found her.

Plus, I gotta be honest, if you guys think I'm gonna leave before the Grand Revelation--

Alright, keep your phone on silent and keep it hidden.

Hey, did you know that there's already

five alien species on Earth right now?

That would explain a few things.

It would? I mean it would.

Uh, our client called... three times.

I told him you'd call him back. - OK, but before I do,

could we run a check on Larry? See if there's any reason

that Clarissa might be afraid of him.

On it. Just...

Can I do it from home?

I need to perform an electric craniotomy on your motherboard.

I need to load your sad laptop with software

that actually does something. - Oh.

And Tex called. He's on his way over.

I hope that's OK? - Sure. That's OK.

OK.

Hmm... You are in a good mood tonight.

Yeah, I guess I am.

Listen, Miss Everett, I've been thinking:

what if I moved out here to Toronto?

We could be together more.

Maybe work together. I'm sure Shade wouldn't mind.

No, Shade wouldn't mind.

Let me call him.

Uh, you're gonna...

OK.

- Hey, Ange. - Hey, Shade.

Tex is gonna move to Toronto, and we're gonna work together.

Yeah, very funny.

Next, you're gonna tell me the aliens are on their way.

- They are, aren't they? - You sound weird.

I do?

I... feel weird.

This is a big decision, you might want to think

about this a little bit. - I should. You're right.

And while you're at it,

you should only wear peach from now on.

Peach. I like peach.

Angie, I'm gonna ask you something,

and I want an honest answer.

Angela Everett, will you marry me?

Yes! We should get married!

- Uh, wait. What? - Alright,

- Angie? - Tex:

Oh, I'm so embarrassed.

Was I being a complete idiot? - Not at all. - Maybe a little.

Hey, Ange. I just talked to your doctor.

You were drugged with scopolamine

of all things. A slightly less

potent version that they think stays in effect for about

four hours. - What's scopolamine?

Famous for its use by cartels. It makes people highly suggestible.

Oh, that explains why I was agreeing with everything everyone was saying.

But what did you eat or drink that could have been drugged?

The purification bar.

Do you still have that extra one that you pocketed?

- Yep, it's at the agency. - Let's get you out of here.

- Talk soon, OK? Feel better. - Thank you.

- Who was that? - A friend.

What? I have friends.

Alright, Conroy texted back. He's working

on hiding all the tainted bars. - That's a relief.

I don't get it. Dan was eating the bars too;

if he's not the puppet master, then who is?

And why target these people?

The wrapper is clean and vacuum sealed.

The bars weren't tampered with. - So the bars were manufactured

with a dangerous drug in them? - Looks that way.

Good news is the wrapper has a serial number

and a corporation code on it. Silver Pine Foods, in Etobicoke.

Silver Pine is a huge corporation;

what were they doing lacing granola bars with scopolamine?

And how did they end up in the hands of Dan Varden?

We're writing a piece on contamination

in food manufacturing.

I can assure you our plant has been recently inspected

and surpassed all code minimums.

Hmm... I'm interested specifically in this product.

Uh, yes. Please wait here.

Got it.

This is it.

Dr. Jeremy MacNeil. He's the lead scientist in the file.

Who are you?

- We're from corporate. - Yeah.

No, you're not.

And I'm calling Security. - We're private investigators.

We're looking into granola bars that came from this facility laced with scopolamine.

What?! That project was scrapped.

You admit you put a dangerous drug

into food on purpose? - No.

We were attempting to isolate the anti-nausea properties

of scopolamine for a range of travel-friendly foods.

But in the end, while making the drug less potent,

we failed to fully eliminate its psychotropic effects.

And let me guess: it makes people highly suggestible?

How could you know that? We only made 2000 bars

and we destroyed them all. - Who are these people?

- It's my research team. - Including none other than Natalie.

So Natalie Parnell

is our mastermind, and she had both knowledge

of the bars and access to steal them.

- Then, Dan Varden's in on it? - No. Dan was eating

the bars too. Did you ever get

that list of everyone invited to Alien City?

There is Clarissa; Beth McMillan;

heir to the McMillan Assets... - Lucky Conroy.

Bradley Northern, app developer;

Fern Wotten, Insta influencer;

Lincoln Kenneth, Yorkville florist.

Is everyone at Alien City well off?

So, this is all about money.

- How disappointingly human. - Conroy mentioned

that Natalie paid for

Dan's alien obsession for years. - Then he gets

so involved, he breaks up with her,

so he can fully invest himself in the aliens.

It is hard to compete with an alien.

Natalie probably started Dan on the bars,

then used his website to curate a list

of people in the right income level suggesting

they divest themselves of their earthly possessions.

Then liquidate that money into diamonds.

Easy to transport, hard to trace.

You know the Grand Revelation is tonight.

How much do you want to bet that Natalie will be

gone by morning leaving a bunch of confused people

with nothing but an insane story to take to the police.

She gets her payback, financial and emotional, and gets away scot-free.

Oh, just when I was starting to get into this whole alien-among-us thing.

We need to get back into that camp.

If only we had some shiny currency to prove our devotion.

Hmm...

Welcome back, team.

I see the granola bars are still in play.

You know, I tried, people have got those things

stashed all over the place. What's the news?

We think Natalie's gonna make a run for it

during the Grand Revelation. - What?!

Why would she do that? - For the real version of these.

No. Guys, guys, those are here for the aliens.

They need them to survive. - Oh, come on, Conroy!

What?! No, wait, hold on.

Wait a minute. Wait, stop. What are you saying?

Are you saying that all of this is just some kind of a scam?

Not just some kind of scam, a straight-up scam.

Hold on. So the aliens are not coming?

Wait a minute, so no aliens means no arrival.

Not necessarily.

We'll see in a couple of hours.

Well, let's see if the diamonds are still here.

IT'S HAPPENING!

EVERYONE, THEY'VE LANDED!

It's happening! It's happening!

- I'm ready. - Stay calm, my friends!

Any moment, they will reveal themselves.

This will be the greatest moment in mankind's history:

first contact!

Hey!

- I'm so excited! - I am ready!

Let them come!

We got her.

- Over here! - I don't think so.

But, um... the aliens!

Save it for prison drama class.

Natalie Parnell, you are under arrest

for the theft of these diamonds. And fraud, mass drugging,

kidnapping,

- extortion maybe. - Point is

you're under arrest.

But I just want to know one thing:

how could you betray us?

Betrayed you?!

I love Dan.

All he cares about is conspiracy nonsense.

I cared about him. - OK.

You stole him from me, so I stole from you!

I will not be sorry to leave this place.

Yeah, me neither.

Would be kind of cool to meet an alien, though.

Please tell me you didn't eat one of those bars.

No, of course not, but who are we

to say we're all alone in this universe?

Maybe the truth is out there.

You've been spending too much time with Conroy.

Yeah, I believe I have.

Larry!

Oh, my God! Oh, I'm sorry, Larry.

I shouldn't have hidden anything from you.

You're safe, and it's all that matters.

Now, how about a second honeymoon for my honey?

I hear Roswell is beautiful this time of year.

♪ If I built

♪ A house of stone

Thank you. Hey.

- It's true love right there. - Or it might be

coming towards us right now. - Don't leave me. Don't leave!

Well, we just heard that I'm up for a commendation.

Outstanding bravery and conduct above and beyond.

And to celebrate my new man's

heroism, I'm taking him to the planetarium.

The planetarium?

Haven't you two had enough outer space for one lifetime?

Actually, I think it's time

for a close encounter of our own.

So, how is everyone?

Physically, they're all fine.

Just disappointed and embarrassed.

Well, nobody likes getting conned.

So I invite you rock climbing, and you invite me to this?

Hahaha! It's not the norm, I swear.

The last time I saw you, you were in the hospital

recovering from a drugged granola bar.

I think this is the norm.

Same guy? Still being clingy?

Yeah. Tex wants to move here now.

Everything was so easy.

- What are you gonna do? - I don't know. It sucks.

I mean, I do really like him;

I'm just not ready for anything more.

Well... then I guess that's your answer.

♪ My eyes

♪ I wonder what they're missing ♪

My counsellor won't let me change my community service.

I can't do this help line thing, Dad.

What if I give someone bad advice

and then something bad happens because of me?

OK.

Well, what do you think

Jules would say to Jules right now?

Dad, I know what you're doing.

But just humour me. What if somebody called

the help line with your problem and you answered?

What would you say?

I don't know, I'd...

I'd probably say that I shouldn't let

my lack of confidence stop me from helping someone else.

OK. And...?

And I guess...

I'd remind myself that not every teenager

has someone to talk to like I do.

So maybe I should take a chance,

pay it forward.

See? You gave yourself great advice.

You're a natural, honey.

- Thanks, Dad. - ♪ It's time

♪ To say goodnight

- I wonder who that could be. - ♪ To the ones

♪ You've grown to like - I figured you'd be with Tex tonight.

Well, Tex is on his way back to Seattle

with no immediate plans on returning.

Oh. Sorry to hear that.

It's for the best.

Listen, I've been meaning to talk to you

about something, and I didn't know how to bring it up.

I think we should cancel our engagement.

Hahaha! Please,

the only reason I said yes is 'cause I'd been granola'd.

- Really? - Mm-hmm.

And why wouldn't you want to be the next Mrs. Shade?

So many reasons.

And who is to say that you wouldn't be Mr. Everett?

Oh, I don't know, 2000 years of Western civilization.

All the more reason to change.

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