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hey dude come on you can't lie on the
field where you're blocking the no way

Don't force trauma.

Hey, Todd.

You all right? Do you want to sit down
for a minute?

The circle. The crop circle.

What? What do you say?

Aliens made it. Crop circle.

Jacob's lying in the centre of an alien
crop circle. But in graph, not crop.

You know this person?

Nah. Oh, only that his name's Jacob. He
runs Jacob's Burgers in town.

In the circle, what makes you think it's
alien -made? Because there's an aliens

of people too convention in town.

And now he's lying dead in the center of
an alien crop circle.

Back home, many people are found dead on
crop circles.

But we call them spirit circles.

Because spirits rather than aliens,
maybe? No.

Because they died from overconsumption
of vodka.

They pickled their liver.

Of course.

Is this your vault, Todd?

Yeah, it is.

And where were you when you hit this?

You think my vault killed Jacob? It's
possible.

No.

They came before me. Who's they?

Aliens. He's dead centre. Dead in a crop
circle.

Hey, Todd.

Are you high?

No. I told you. I don't smoke that stuff
anymore.

Except that one time that I completely
forgot about until you just triggered

Okay, Todd.

What's with all the alien stuff?

One more evidence you want.

He's dead in a crop circle. Crop circle.

Yeah, okay. We got it.

Can I go?

What's so important?

Oh, I'm training for speed golf.

Every four hours I've hit nine holes.

I've got the last one to go.

Speed golf?

Yeah, three clubs, one ball, as fast as
you can. It's for my niece's school

fundraiser. So this alien convention,
where is it?

At the Crook.

Hey, I've got to go.

My ball?

No.

Hi, Jacob.

You seem to have come unstuck on the
13th hole.

Truly unlucky for some.

Gina, safe to say that the victim died
from his head injury?

Nothing is safe, Mike.

Not when he is lying in a circle of
death.

Best we get a grass sample.

I am a pathologist, not a grain keeper.

Unless there are possible links
surrounding his cause of death and any

compound found on the vegetation.

Certainly, Mike.

Good thinking.

Well, I need a copy.

His name is Alfie Gingina.

You have a pig.

He's not a dolphin, is he?

Well, it's just a pig on a golf course.
It's not what you'd expect, that's all.

Well, he's a guard pig.

People who tell you that dog is a man's
best friend have never felt the love of

a pig. And I don't mean my ex -husband
when I say that.

Cop, are you?

Lucy Chalmers, Brokenwood CIB.

I'd like to ask you a few questions
regarding this morning's incident.

Grim. Janet Grim.

You'd better come in.

How did you know Jacob Bluth?

He'd be here about three times a week.

Usually first thing.

But not to play golf.

Why do you say that?

Because he didn't have any golf clubs
with him.

Never played golf.

He isn't a member.

Did you see him this morning?

No, I didn't see him.

What did he do here?

Good question. I used to ask him if he
was going for a walk.

He'd be hanging out in the trees.

The other members used to complain about
him lurking.

Here he was. He was a voyeur of sorts.

A golf voyeur?

Weird, eh?

Most people watch it on TV.

Then again, he's a chef.

Well, he says he's a chef.

Gourmet burgers, really?

Most chefs are a bit weird.

You have a greenkeeper?

Natasha. Best in the booth.

Okay. Thanks for your help.

And the 13th Fairway will have to stay
closed for a while.

Didn't expect you two to be UFO
aficionados.

Good to keep an open mind.

Bad one about Jacob Lewis.

Wow. Word spreads fast around here.

Thanks, Frodes. Put it on the tab.

Inspector?

Detective Senior Sergeant, actually.

Mike Sheppard.

Detective Kristen Sims, Brooklynwood
CIB. Belda Belfan, President of Aliens

People Too. Opt.

Opt? Yes. And I believe I can help you
with your investigation.

You have some information?

From the account that I've been given,
it sounds very much like a failed alien

abduction. The human body found at the
dead center of the crop circle is the

tell.

Well, at this stage, it's still too
early to conclude whether or not the

is, in fact, a crop circle. Most likely,
for sure.

Oh, sorry, how rude of me.

This is Christopher, a fellow member of
OCT.

Christopher Kramer? Yeah, we've met.

Oh, I don't think so.

A few years ago, with regard to the
Dettler Clinic.

No, I can't say I recall.

Well, it was a long time ago.

Christopher. Maybe that does vibrate a
faint frequency, but the more important

thing is you understand who you're in
the company of. Now, if you need expert

advice on alien abduction, Zelda's our
guiding light on anything

extraterrestrial. Oh, Christopher,
please.

Tell them. Go on. It was 2010.

I was 22, and I was abducted by an alien
spacecraft.

The experience gave me an intimate
understanding of alien life form.

The cosmic beings and I communed.

Shall we say, connected on a very deep
level.

Several times.

It's phenomenal.

My life changed forever.

And from that, I have a theory which
explains how your man, Jacob, is it?

Might have died.

Follow me.

No.

Zelda's my fiancé.

Wow. Go you.

No, no, not go you. This is serious.
It's a committed relationship.

Okay? So, look, that guy you used to
know, the old Christopher, he's history,

okay? And new Christopher, you've got it
together.

New Christopher is trying hard and
succeeding to be a fully integrated

society. New Christopher is the only
Christopher that Zelda knows.

Christopher!

New Christopher, fully integrated.

Got it.

The convention is in the ballroom.

New art, members.

Why am I not surprised?

Trudy.

Oh, looking great, Kirk. Keep it up.

Thanks.

Brokenwood is in close proximity to
Earth's magnetic south pole.

Magnetic radiation passing overhead from
the pole can disrupt an alien craft's

navigation system. That's right.

Alien planets may not have magnetic
poles, so aliens wouldn't think they

polar navigational offsets. If the
vessel descended too quickly with its

prematurely open, then it's likely that
the leading edge of the door struck

the man's head, like so.

It's got aborted alien abduction written
all over it. It's a triple -A event.

Did either of you know Jacob Lewis?

Know him? I don't think so.

I'm vegan.

It's interesting that you're holding a
convention in Brokenwood and then a

triple A event occurs.

It's more than interesting. It's
reinforcing.

I'm constantly communing with cosmic
beings and I put a lot of energy out.

hopeful that tomorrow night, that
energy...

will be returned in the form of a
visitation. Why tomorrow night?

Oh, it's part of the convention. We're
staging a reach -out.

Well... Oh, thank you.

Good luck with that. Yeah, good luck.

Thank you. I'm so glad I could help.

Me too.

Non -believers?

Infidels.

They will come around.

Excuse me, detectives. Ah.

Dr. Plummer, River and Green. Is it true
about Jacob Lewis?

Mr. Lewis was found dead on the golf
course this morning, yes.

You knew him? Not personally, no. We
were well acquainted with his cuisine.

Dining at his restaurant, something of
our Friday night treat.

Triple truffle burger with mushroom
filet and chipotle fry.

Oh, yummy.

The truffle thing's not to my taste.

Lucas has another bite.

and one wholly thinner with double
cheese, feta, and beetroot fondue.

Dear, I say it. A taste of heaven.

Such a huge loss to the gastro
-community.

So you're members of Up?

No. I prefer to think that aliens are
their own unique species.

I'm doing research for my next
psychology book, Believing is Seeing.

here to observe the power of human
imagination.

And you, Reverend?

I can never resist a free cab.

And, of course, I'm also here to offer
the Church's perspective, if needed.

Oh, which is very good. We can discuss
this later.

Gina.

Gina. Mike, I've done a preliminary
examination on the victim's body.

And? There are several sites of damage.

I see.

Mike, I think there may have been
multiple aliens involved.

Multiple aliens?

And a solar eclipse, Mike.

I'm on my way.

Bye.

Excuse me?

Lena, hi.

I heard about Jacob.

It's so awful.

Oh, did you know him?

Well, he used to hang out here.

Heading on me for a date.

The gulf.

Of course.

Yeah. Come on, you'll love it. It's
beautiful at sunset.

Lots of birds.

Okay, sure. Why not?

We could take Trudy's dog.

Trudy's dog?

Why?

Well, you know, first date and all. Just
might pay to have an adult in the room.

He was an odd guy.

But cute. Not as cute as Chad was.

But still cute.

Hey, do you think a pony has a sight
hound or a scent hound?

What?

Well, hunting dogs are bred to be one or
the other.

Thin hounds have super sharp noses. You
can train them to pick up on pretty much

anything. I've got no idea.

I'm more of a cat person.

Do you like cats?

I've got a cat suit at home.

Looking for something?

Just out for a casual walk. There's no
crime in that, is there?

Dogs are banned from the course.

You need to leave.

Well, dogs are banned but pigs aren't.
Talk about animal inequality.

Read Animal Farm. You'll get the idea.

Neither of us had read it. And Jacob
admitted he wasn't into cats. Not that

wear my catsuit on a first date.

The catsuit was me and Chad's thing.

Still feels a bit soon, actually.

Uh, Lena, what was Jacob digging for?

Lost golf balls.

What else?

Quite the...

Romantic first date. I was an extra pair
of eyes to scamper balls.

Parnia would say to sniff for the buried
ones.

I wouldn't have thought that lost golf
balls would be buried. Really old ones

are. Jacob said the aged ones are the
most valuable.

Soil preserves them and they become like
antique.

Well, thanks.

We'll be in touch if we need to know
more.

Natasha? Tash, yeah?

DC Chalmers.

Do you have questions about this
morning's incident?

Right, right, yeah.

Shocking. What time did you start work
this morning?

Around 7am.

Did you notice anyone on or around the
13th fairway at that time? No, I was

working in here.

Busy doing maintenance work. The
Mulworth constantly need oil and grease,

No, I didn't see Jacob.

But every other day I did.

How well do you know him? I know him
enough to know he's a self -entitled

That's a strong opinion.

He was always damaging my fairways with
his endless walking and lurking about.

I warned him to get off my greens, but
he'd be a right asshole about it. Hey!

I've had enough of you!

Sucker!

I never did get that hole in one.

And that's as close as you got to him?
Too risky for him to get any closer. I'm

way more accurate at chipping than
driving.

The victim has a severe traumatic brain
injury resulting from a blunt force to

the head.

Extensive fractures radiate from the
central point of impact.

Could a golf ball cause that injury?

No. Too small.

The trauma indicates that a large,
curved object impacted his head.

Possibly a golf club. But, as I was
saying, he also has a welt -like injury

on the side of his calf.

From the same object?

More tests, Mike.

But the tissue damage suggested happened
at the same time.

Time of death?

With no onset of rigor mortis when we
arrived, I would estimate between 6 and

a .m.

And the grass samples?

The grass has been burnt, not sprayed.

But the victim, was his skin or clothing
burnt at all?

No.

I burn the grass off with a
flamethrower.

We're one of the first golf courses in
the world to be certified as organic, so

obviously we kill as a total no -go.

Why do you burn a circle of grass?

I like polka dots.

I'm going to burn them all over.

I'm making a bunker.

Step one, burn off the grass.

Step two, let it sit for a week, let the
roots dry out.

And I dig a bunker.

Why a perfect circle?

Circles are the ultimate symmetrical
shape.

They balance, they evoke harmony.

Symmetry actually helps calm the
players.

My next bunker's going to be an
equilateral triangle.

Thomas!

Excuse me.

Hey!

Can I help you?

I'm Detective... Hey!

Hey!

Starting a new hobby.

I'm saving that treat for retirement.

You won't be able to afford it, very
wise.

Did I ever mention that I hate golf?

Many times.

We found this in the rough, not far from
the crop circle. I'm guessing it broke

and someone dumped it.

It'd be a pretty decent weapon in the
wrong hands.

Get Gina to see if that's a match for
Jacob's wounds.

As we were retrieving this, I saw a man
loitering on the fairway.

Didn't look like a golfer and he took
off once I tried to engage with him.

I couldn't get a read on the number
plate.

Tash didn't recognise him either.

Aside from that, neither she nor the
club manager, Janet Grimm, saw anyone on

the course prior to Todd finding the
victim.

So the fairways were empty.

But for the alien.

Oh yes, on that note, in her shed, Tash
is hiding something strange under a drop

cloth. How strange?

Well, let's just say at this stage it
remains unidentified.

What's under the drop cloth?

Why do you want to know?

I'm intrigued by its contour.

Yeah,

I can't tell you.

You think it's a UFO?

You do, don't you?

No, all I'm saying is that... A flying
saucer.

Well, come on. Why was she being
evasive?

You have that effect on people.

There is no flying saucer. But if there
is, I'll dress up as a little green

alien. Well then, boss, we should get a
warrant to find out. On the suspicion

that a greenkeeper is harbouring alien
fugitives in a spaceship.

It's tenuous. But Kristen is a little
green alien.

Surely that's worth a shot. In your
dreams.

What about Jacob's cafe?

Do you know if anyone wanted to harm
Jacob?

No, he was a cool guy.

Did he owe anyone any money?

The cafe's doing well, so I doubt that.

He was thinking of expanding.

Wanted me to take over some of the
cooking, but that's so not my thing.

Did he seem more stressed than normal?

It's a bit antsy about the rising price
of raw ingredients, but who isn't?

Okay, well, um, thank you for your help.
Can you cook?

Can I cook?

I'm freaking out.

Well, it turns out Jacob's Cafe have the
contract for catering the art event,

and Freya is a little bit overwhelmed by
the prospect.

Tom!

Hey, I've been thinking about the crop
circle, trying to make sense of it.

Have you spoken to Janet Grimm?

We have.

Oh, good. Because when I saw her this
morning, it was really weird.

What the hell, ladies? Get the hell out
of here. Go on.

So I figured maybe Janet and the alien
forces might be working together.

Because? She was threatening him. Next
minute, he was struck by a spaceship.

What was Lee yelling about?

It's obvious, isn't it?

It was about herding Jacob into the open
space while giving the spaceship a

glass shot at him.

Too soon. Hey, I've got to train.

Someone's telling Porky.

Indeed.

Let's bring in Janet Grimm.

Pay the green fees.

End of story.

Capitalist coercion. This was probably
stolen land anyway.

No pay, no play.

Listen, this is so much bigger than us
not paying green fees. We were this

to actual contact. This close.

I smell bacon.

You've upset him.

It's okay, hon.

It's okay.

No, the actual pigs are here.

Ms. Grimm, we need to talk.

Can you arrest these clowns?

For? Press passing, not paying green
fees. Anything would be good to get them

out of my face.

Fellas, can I have a word?

Janet, we have a witness who saw you
shouting at Jacob Lewis this morning on

golf course.

Who said that?

That's not relevant. What is relevant is
why you said you hadn't seen anyone on

the course when you had.

Well, with all the police activity, it
must have slipped my mind.

What were you arguing about?

He was doing his usual lurking in the
tree, but he was also digging up the

grounds. I had enough. Why would he be
digging?

No idea.

It's just what he does.

He digs.

He lurks.

We're going to need a formal statement
from you.

Down at the station.

Oh, I can't leave Alfie. I'll talk to
Tarek.

I'm sure she can hold the fort.

Don't fret, honey.

Don't be long.

Christopher, you may claim not to
remember me, but I certainly remember

enough to know that you are not a
golfer, as evidenced by your attire.

We wanted to blend in. To sneak onto the
golf course. Why?

To pay our respects to the dead guy.

So, sneaking into a crime scene.

An aborted alien abduction, not a crime
scene.

A AAA event is the scene of an accident.
We came to be at one with the crop

circle.

Beautiful.

They were here.

Right here.

Which means we're only a few hours
behind actual contact.

Aliens were here.

Aliens were here.

It's like the yoke of a giant alien egg
oozed down into the grass.

Oh, it smells so good.

Christopher? Check the radiation.

Affirmative.

Turned out to be 0 .001 MSB.

So about the same as eating a banana,
then.

They still left their mark.

And you still disregarded a police
cordon. Plastic tape. Big deal.

Detective, you don't have to tell Zelda
about this, do you? I just don't want to

stress her out.

I think we can keep it between us.

And remember, I'm Mayor. You're a fully
integrated member of society.

Yeah. So act like us.

Chris, don't talk to pigs.

They're not like us.

They're animals.

Hello?

Once again, what were you and Jacob
arguing about?

His attitude.

Digging up and wrecking your golf
course.

Hostile, wouldn't you say?

What was he digging for?

Golf balls.

Let me guess, the buried ones are aged
and therefore worth more.

A golf ball's a golf ball as far as I'm
concerned.

Hey, you're ripping me off big time.

Supply and demand, that's all it is.

Take it or leave it.

Supply and demand of what?

Golf balls.

I bought them off Jacob for a dollar.

I sold them at the clubroom shops for
five dollars.

He thought the markup was too high and
wanted more money. I refused.

I don't pretend to understand how his
mind works, but he was digging up my

course. We shouted at each other and...
End of story.

Hi there.

How do you feel?

Like I've been hit in the head with a
shovel.

Well, that's a good sign.

Because that is what happens.

So at least your memory hasn't been
affected.

Great.

Why did you feel the need to hit me?

I thought you were a prowler.

What do you think you were doing anyway?

Came to see you.

No, you were snooping.

I'm a detective, you know that. I did
have a prowl here last week.

Oi!

What do you think you're doing?

Lost my keys?

Like hell you did. Get out of here!

He was casing the place.

Looking for a way to break in.

Snooping.

For what?

For an object.

That's it?

Let's just say some things belong in
this world and some things don't.

Hey.

Hey. What's with you?

A bit of a bump to the head.

By the leading edge of a spaceship's
prematurely open door?

Aha.

I went to talk to Tash.

I was in her head. It was dark. She
thought I was a prowler. She whacked me

a shovel.

What nasty bruise.

No broken skin, though.

Head check for a concussion.

Do you want to charge her?

Well, technically I was trespassing, no
warrant.

Trying to get a peek at a flying saucer.

Well, she did mention something about
not belonging to this world.

Daniel, come on now. Let it go. Did you
get anything more useful than a possible

concussion?

Not much.

This morning, are you sure you didn't
see Jacob Lewis?

I already told you no.

Well, it's just that you burn a circle
in the ground.

and the guy you didn't like ends up dead
in it.

But over the head, I'm wondering if
there's a pattern here.

Was it your shovel?

Well, if it was, I wasn't swinging it.

Did you ever see him digging up the golf
course?

No.

Although Janet reckoned she saw him, and
there was some damage around the place.

Although that'd be Alfie.

Go pay the course manager on the peg.

What do you expect?

It is odd, though, isn't it?

Why bring a egg to a golf course?

And whatever Janet and Jacob were
arguing about, I doubt it was the price

lost balls. Perhaps we should take a
closer look at the three amigos.

Chris Kramer, Kirk Rollins, and Luke
Lamarrow all snuck onto Brokenwood Golf

Course today.

Did they say why? To commune with the
alien crop circle.

Or they were looking for something?

Yeah, like that golf club.

That, or whatever they used to kill
Jacob Lewis earlier that morning.

But why kill the caterer?

Maybe it didn't matter who, just
someone.

Someone could die in the crop circle to
prove their crazy belief.

Aliens have come.

Thanks, Frodo.

How's your X -File progressing?

The alien abduction line of inquiry is
not something we're pursuing right now.

Zelda won't be happy.

I don't think Zelda will be truly happy
until she's back aboard the Battlestar

Galactica.

I'll see you in there. I don't want to
miss any revelation.

You're not really going to go in there,
are you? A bunch of crazies.

Trudy, you're not catering the event,
thankfully.

I wouldn't trust that fruitcake to pay
up. You will get your money, and we're

satisfied with the service.

There's some porky pigeon pizzas if you
don't care about the quality. Hey, keep

your voice down.

They're not vegan.

If there is no connection with the
cosmic overlords tomorrow, it will be

my energy flows are disrupted, and I
will hold you personally responsible.

Now look what you've done.

Pay up, and I'll play it up.

With venue hire, you can lock them out.
With food, they can scoff and run.

Did they pay out?

Don't know.

What I do know is they have desperation
written all over them. So watch your

backs.

The cosmic overlords are observing the
way we live and think.

Right now, our culture is too
destructive to be of any use to them.

We must strive to achieve a greater
sense of harmony.

Only then...

Will they begin to purify us?

Now, Lucas, now.

Reverend. Your mention of the aliens
helping us to be better interplanetary

beings resonates with the Christian idea
of humanity being prepared for eternal

life.

I wonder if God, rather than your
cosmic... Cosmic overlords. Yes, I

wonder if...

God might make a much better job of that
transformation.

I actually believe that God is an alien,
a cosmic overlord.

So you might be on to something there,
Reverend Christopher.

How long did you commune with the cosmic
overlords?

It's hard to say.

You lose all sense of time.

It's like you're traveling into the past
and the future simultaneously.

In Earth time, I'd estimate around 10
days.

Were the aliens naked?

Uh, yes.

Were you naked?

Christopher, I told you. I was at a
music festival. Of course I was naked.

you know you can't handle this.

Did the aliens have genitals?

Christopher. Okay.

How did you communicate with the aliens
if there was a lack of common language?

By touch.

And if you must know, I loved it.

And so did they.

All right, everyone, that concludes my
presentation.

Now let's move on to planning tonight's
event. Now that the lights and equipment

are sorted, then there's only one thing
left to do to attract an alien

spaceship. Can I please have a volunteer
from the audience to offer themselves

up as an abductee?

Oh, Christopher.

No, sorry. We already have a volunteer,
and we don't want the cosmic overlords

to have to choose between the two of
you. All right, everyone!

Let's please give a round of applause to
our hero, Luke!

Yes!

Luke, your bravery is truly commendable.

If abducted, I can truly say that your
life will be enriched beyond

Bring it on!

Yes!

My abduction will be further proof, not
only that aliens exist, but they are

here for good, not evil.

I am willing to stake my life on it.

Aliens are people too.

Aliens are people too.

Aliens are people too.

Aliens are people too.

Aliens are people too.

Yeah!

Thank you and see you tonight at the
designated zone.

Special bunch of hymns.

Cosmic Holiton?

Uh, no, thanks. We're okay, Lena.

What were you two in there?

Uh, we came to ask a couple of
questions.

While infiltrating our meeting.

You two were on the golf course
yesterday.

Yes, you saw us. They're slow learners.

Were you there earlier in the day, say
around 7am? Oh.

Conversion tactic.

Who do you work for? Secret Service?
CIA?

CIB, actually.

We like to keep it local.

Well, asleep in my motel. Alone?

No. I was with my dreams.

And you?

I was with Zelda.

Don't ask what he was doing, though.
Hey, Christopher.

X -rated.

Is there a problem?

The police, or should I say government
plants, have been spying on us.

We have nothing to hide.

Good. Where were you yesterday between 7
and 8 a .m.? Why are you looking at

Luke? I've told you it was an aborted
alien abduction. A triple A event.

Yeah, we are the experts in this field.
Trust us.

I can handle it.

I was at the motel prepping for my
keynote speech tomorrow titled, Your

is an Alien.

In fact, you're more than welcome to
attend to hear my proof.

And what proof would that be?

Leaked top secret documents detailing
how aliens are living among us.

Here and now. We're so blinkered by
normality that we can't see them.

But Jacob Lewis saw them.

I'm sure of it. Whatever Jacob saw
killed him. But alien interference is

unlikely. Then how do you explain the
crop circle?

Burn off with a flamethrower by a
greenkeeper.

Routine. A conspiracy of doubt.

Ms. Belfan, you said you didn't know the
victim. But you were seen arguing with

him the night before he died.

Hey, pay up and I'll play it up. Oh.

Sure, we met. However, I didn't know
him, and we weren't arguing. We were

negotiating. But you had a problem with
Mr. Lewis.

Oh, there was no problem. In fact, the
food should be here soon.

That's an intro. Big night ahead.

Kirk Rollins is a creep.

Pish that in his delusion, at least.

Rookie mistake.

Should have parked the car closer to the
front door.

Brea, this is Detective Shepard. Hey.

Hello. I see you've had some success.

It's a disaster.

Jacob's famous truffle tofu pasta
without any truffles.

Well, you forgot to add them.

No, we've run out. I substituted mustard
for it. I'm hoping they won't notice.

Your supplier let you down?

No idea. Jacob sourced them.

I've got to get in there.

See ya.

Good luck.

What do people steal wrong?

And pegs rooting around trees have in
common.

What?

Healthy.

Jenna!

How can I help?

Jacob Lewis didn't supply you with golf
balls, did he?

I'm not sure what you're getting at.

He was hunting for the same thing that
you hunt for.

And what would that be?

Truffles.

Jacob was digging for truffles, but
unlike you, he didn't find any.

Truffles?

They need black walnut trees, don't
they, or English oaks?

We don't have any on the course.

You seem to know a lot about it.

We can have a search team here within
the hour, with a warrant.

If they find any, it could put you on
the frame for Jacob Lewis's murder.

How? Motive.

The search team will do their best, but
it could get messy. All right.

All right.

Yes, we do this at the station, huh? But
Alfie. Alfie seems happy to me.

Come on. OK.

Hello, Janet.

Truffles.

Found on the root system of some trees,
including a certain variety of pine.

What of it?

They can fetch up to $3 ,500 per kilo.

If one had their own supply, it's
understandable that they might not like

helping themselves.

And how far might one go to protect that
supply?

It was an accident.

The Discovery. Let us.

Elton, what have you found?

Tuber Milano spore.

Perigord latrine.

otherwise known as black gold.

I'd seen Jacob offer truffle mushrooms
on his menu, so I thought he might be

interested.

Offered him a private deal, 40 % of the
going rate.

He was happy.

He expanded his menu around truffles,
and the cafe was a success.

Then I raised my prices. I'm only fair
to share in his success.

Boy, what do you think you're doing?

I know, extortion. When I hear it, you
force me to take matters into my own

hands. Well, you won't find anything
here.

Come on, Janet. The golf course has got
to be your source.

I mean, look at Alfie. He's on to one
right now. You get off my land right

But he got greedy.

Ducked a little nose in and wouldn't let
go.

I don't know how many times I chased him
off. Told you to get out of here!

What ifs?

What the hell, lady? Get the hell out of
here! Go on!

I detest it when people say whatever.

What ifs?

I was thinking I was down a blackboard.

Manners and bad grammar aside, he still
seriously assaulted Jacob.

Whatever.

We had it coming.

The blow to his leg or the blow to his
head?

The one that killed him.

You had a weapon and you admit to
beating him on the leg.

I swear I only hit him the once.

I would never take someone's life.

Not for all the troubles in the world.

Janet Grimm, we need you to remain in
Brokenwood while we ascertain whether

poll delivered a fatal blow to the
victim's head.

If word gets out, it'll be like the gold
rush days.

To a chef, the scent of a truffle
awakens a hunger as primal as bloodlust.

be fending off a stampede of chefs and
their kitchen hands mining up the

fairways.

It's just a little sideline, you see,
for my retirement.

I'd appreciate it if we keep it just
between ourselves.

Thank

you.

Yeah, I think I found something.

Your alien friends must be very small to
fly in that.

You said they were big?

I found it 20 meters downhill from the
crop circle.

Fingerprints made a match on a Bud
Johnson.

Judging by this, I'm sure he's the man I
saw on the fairway.

Why wouldn't you own up to looking for a
discus?

When you use your discus to kill
someone.

Get Gina to check the curvature of that
discus against Jacob's head injury.

A bash with that would do the job.

And Bud Johnson has a prior for assault.

He got 12 months home detention for it.
His ankle bracelet came off six months

ago. Hang on, I think I've read about
him.

Is discus a decathlon event?

I think so.

Yeah. Here, look.

Brokenwood Decathlon star flies high.

Bud Johnson showcased his prowess at the
National Athletic Championships,

earning a commendable fourth place.

Hi, Bud Johnson.

Yeah.

Detective Kristen Sims.

Brokenwood CIB. I believe you've already
met my colleague, DC Chalmers. We think

we have some lost property belonging to
you.

It's a track and field discus. It's
found on the golf course.

That could be mine.

Can I see it?

Yeah, it's back at the station.

Why? We were hoping you could help us
with that.

How? A man was found dead on the golf
course this morning.

So I lose the discus and next minute I'm
a murder suspect?

Oh, he didn't say that.

Yeah, but you're thinking it.

Say, when I called out to you, you ran
off, and then you drove away from me in

reckless manner. Why?

Yeah, look, I've learned the hard way.
If I don't say any words, you can't

them. Surely that's only a problem if
you've actually done something wrong.

I suggest you come back to the station
with us and make a statement about how

your discus ended up on the golf course.

Recorded words are harder to manipulate.

Were you on the golf course early
yesterday morning around sunrise?

Yes. And what were you doing there?

I was discus training.

And did you see anyone else at the golf
course during that time?

No. Why did you leave a discus there?

I just made my first throw of the
morning when I got a call about an

To get the job, I've got to be the first
toe in the scene.

I didn't have time to look for my
discus.

What fairway number were you on?

No idea.

A man was found dead on the golf course.

He died from a severe head injury at the
time you were there.

We know you have a conviction for
assault.

We know that the man you assaulted was
in hospital for over a week.

Do you know why I assaulted him?

Enlighten us.

The drunk prick was my neighbor's ex.

He came to beat her up again.

I made sure it was the last time he hurt
her.

I've done my anger management course and
I'll admit the ninth step is the

hardest. What is the ninth step?

To develop empathy for the other's
perspective.

I still don't have empathy for my
neighbour's ex.

But I'm trying to change my ways.

It's why I'm training so hard.

It's a way of releasing all the
negativity.

Do you know this man?

I don't remember him.

Uh, Gina, you wanted to see me.

Always, Mike. Good evening.

Evening.

The curvature of this type of discus
matches the victim's head injury.

The ticket's late.

Bud Johnson.

I've seen his photo in the paper.

Handsome. He reminds me of a volleyball
player I knew in Vladivostok.

Well, Bud Johnson was convicted for
serious assault. And depending on what

tell me, perhaps.

More convictions will follow.

I will do what I can for you, Mike.

If you allow me to show you my melons.

Uh... Sure.

Imagine this melon is the victim's head.

A very accurate throw that struck at

full speed could also kill.

World champion discus trout travel at
speeds of 26 meters per second, which is

93 .6 kilometers per hour. So it's like
being hit in the head by a very small

car. A two -cage car with no wheels that
flies, yes.

The impact force at high velocity leads
to certain cranial fracture.

If Bud Johnson threw his discus from a
very short range, it would have been a

lethal act.

But did he have intent?

Bud Johnson stated he didn't know Jacob
Lewis, so where's the motive?

So, a freak accident?

Well, if you're training, you're going
to watch the full flight of your throat

to see how far it flies.

He would have had to have seen it strike
Jacob.

Intentional or accidental, either way,
it's a hit and run.

Let's bring him in tomorrow.

I fail to see a meaningful distinction
between belief in extraterrestrial life

and belief in God. There is no empirical
evidence to suggest that either exists.

I'm not concerned with the belief. It's
the worshipping of aliens that's the

issue. Worship is belief times a few
degrees.

Roger, you're hogging the blanket.
Lucas, please, I'm not.

When did Luke learn alienese?

I taught him yesterday.

Uh -huh.

Out of all of us, I think that Luke is
the best mate, for want of a better

He's strong mentally, physically.

You feel a little feeble in comparison.

But you're not at all.

I haven't communed with aliens in 16
years.

I make you all follow me up and down the
country.

Promising alien encounters that never
evacuate.

But they will.

I wonder if Luke would be a better
leader.

If I stood down, we could make him
president.

No way.

We follow you because we believe in you.

There could be a million reasons why
aliens haven't visited Earth, and none

them would involve you.

You remain our one degree of separation
to another life form.

You're phenomenal.

Really? Yes.

Yesterday, Jacob Lewis came this close
to being abducted. That is no

coincidence. They are looking for you.

They are coming.

But it'll be you, not Luke, who they
beam up into their ship.

And I wouldn't say no.

Thank you, Christopher.

I take it this was the venue ART chose
for their reach -out?

Interesting choice given Jacob Lewis's
demise.

This is my fault.

Why? I found both bodies.

I've tapped into some kind of dark
energy vortex.

Well, I think that was just a weird
coincidence.

It's training time again.

Really?

No way.

I'm done with speed golf.

Body count's too high.

Time of death?

Judging by his body temperature, maybe
between 3 and 5 a .m.

How similar are his injuries to the
first victim? He has a head injury on

right temple and symmetrical marking on
his forehead.

But look, Mike, he has burn marks on
both hands.

Cause?

Too early to say.

Did you burn another circle yesterday on
Fairway 6?

No. Did you see anyone this morning on
the course?

No.

Was the circle a perfect circle?

So, who died?

I can't say.

It could have been the thief.

What thief?

I just called into your station to
report it.

Last night, someone broke in here and
stole my flamethrower.

And my favourite drop cloth.

Hence the tarpaulin.

Modesty's important.

I'll get fingerprints in here to see if
they can pick anything up. Until then,

don't touch anything.

But I already put the tarp on, so
technically I've touched it. I can see

So if I was to slowly approach that
shape and pull the tarp off, would you

and hit me with a shovel?

I truly am sorry about that.

No, hold on.

I'll do it.

You can't tell anyone.

It's a surprise for me, kid.

It's going to be a float for the school
fundraiser.

So when you said some things don't
belong in this world... I just don't

Janet finding out.

Last year, I made a Thomas the Tank
Engine, and you should have seen this

It was so good.

Anyway,

Janet busted me.

She accused me of using this shed for
moonlighting, and she threatened to fire

me. She can't know.

I can work with that.

And you know it's perfect, right?

Really?

Yeah.

Absolutely perfect.

Tash claims she didn't burn the circle,
but her flame thrower and her drop cloth

was stolen last night.

Shut the entire course down.

I'll be there. I'll put a search team
together.

Gina, can you get me some grass, son?
Mike, you should know by now that I

know what you want. What the hell's
going on here?

Another person has been found dead.

Walk with me. Who was it?

And what's all this gear on my fairway?
Too early to tell. Have you seen anyone

on the golf course this morning? Your
cop on the gate turned away the first

place about 20 minutes ago.

Have you been on the fairway this
morning? No.

We need to close the entire golf course
until further notice.

When can I get my walking pole back?

When you stop assaulting people with it.

Get on with it, man.

A little more.

A little more.

Oh, too much.

Uh, Ms.

Belfan, could we have a word, please?

This is about Luke, isn't it? He's been
abducted. We came by looking this

morning, but we didn't get a warm
reception.

Did you see flashing lights indicating
the spaceship's departure?

He's already said he's been told to say
nothing. Maybe he's a robocop that

missed getting the speech chip
installed.

Kirk, please be respectful. I think his
silence is a really good sign.

Cops are in full -on cover -up mode.

Luke has been abducted. He's probably
communing with the Cosmic Overlords

now.

Detective, please, there is no need to
cover this up. It's positive news.

Luke, Lamara's body was found on the
course this morning.

Oh, damn.

Damn, damn.

My God, it's another AAA event.

There's no evidence to suggest that. Two
deaths, days apart, at the same

location? Of course it's another
abduction attempt.

Is there a crop circle?

Once again, there was a burnt circle of
grass which appears to be man -made.

But you can't be sure. How stupid are
you? Can you not see the parallels?

Did he have a head injury?

And an unusual marking on his forehead.
There you go.

God damn it, Wynne. Damn it.

Zelda, could I look at your model
spaceship again, please? Yeah,

please.

Do you think he suffered?

I should never have left him alone.

Identical. That says it all. They came
for me after all they're here.

And Detective Shepard, please follow me.

But why is he dead?

Well, that's a good question. And when
we find the offender, we will be asking

them that.

It's just a matter of interest.

Where were you two this morning between
3 and 5 a .m.? Asleep in my motel,

missing all the action.

Alone with your dreams, I guess.

You got it.

And you, Christopher?

Ripping up the sheets, eh, Chris?

Yeah, I was with Zelda.

Christopher, you are something out of
this world.

Yes, I was... occupied.

Stop pointing your finger at us.

They killed Luke.

They killed Luke because he was going to
reveal top -secret intel today in his

keynote speech.

He had proof that aliens live among us.

When you say they... You.

They, them, the FIS, CIA, FBI,
government.

Luke's blood is on their hands. Your
hands.

Every last one of them.

Your overhead projector's on fire.

Here's the original.

Luke's marking is exactly the same as
the crop circle the aliens made in 2010

the music festival when I was abducted.

And you were found in that circle?

Yes.

Oh, my God, it's a message.

Marking Luke with your design is saying
they want you.

Why would they kill him?

Well, miscalculation, unintentional, I'm
sure. Military assassination, more

likely.

Everyone's opinion is welcome.

Down at the station.

So, what were you guys doing at the golf
course last night?

I was in charge of the lighting and
sound system.

And playing the music. Yeah, and playing
the music.

Impressive. Yeah. I did grade one piano
as a kid. I know my way around the key.

It's not about how many notes.

It's playing them with feeling.

And staying awake.

Oh, come on, bro. Too soon. Todd!

He had one job.

Playing score intergalactically could be
my big break. Like, the biggest stage.

Actually, the biggest. And it's still
expanding.

How well did you know the victim, Luke
Lamaro?

Uh, not at all. No, but he was awesome.
Yeah, yeah, real nice guy.

Yeah, hanging in there even after Zelda
shut it down and sent it home.

Yeah, so brave.

Paid the ultimate price.

For man and alien kind.

I understand that Luke was some kind
of...

Offering to attract the aliens?

But not a sacrificial one.

Luke was to be abducted, just as I was,
to be used as an interspecies cultural

exchange before being returned to us
safely.

Was there anyone in your group, perhaps,
Earth -based, shall we say, who had any

issues with Luke?

Of course not. We were all rooting for
him, and we all wanted him to succeed.

Did you and Luke get along?

Sure. He's a believer.

Bit mainstream, but committed.

You're very committed too, aren't you,
Kirk?

I believe in alien life.

It's no crime.

I didn't say it was.

Why didn't you volunteer to be abducted?

My time will come.

Zelda has the connection.

She believed Luke was the one.

How did that make you feel?

Fine. Your relationship with Christopher
Kramer.

He's such a sweet man.

Yet you didn't choose for him to be
abducted.

He wasn't ready.

Christopher can be a little anxious at
times, and the aliens seek constancy. Or

maybe you were fearful of losing him.

Why would I think that?

Perhaps you knew that whoever went into
that circle would die.

How well did you get on with Luke?

Oh, as well as I did with any of the
other members.

Do you know if he had any enemies?

Anyone he didn't get on with?

No. Well, yes.

Actually, maybe.

Is that multiple choice?

Do you have something you want to share?

Do I want to?

No.

Should I?

I don't know.

Will I? Then I could.

This has to stay between us.

Well, that depends on whether or not
what you've got to say is any value.

If it's just more conspiracy theory,
then sure, it won't go any further. No,

it's not.

Really, Christopher?

Are you sure you're not just wasting my
time?

What I say and believe has value. I am a
fully integrated member of society.

Then prove it.

What do you know?

Sorry? I saw Luke and Kirk the other
night arguing.

About alien weaponry or...? I don't
know.

I couldn't make it out, but it was
heated.

Intense.

When was this?

Three nights ago.

Where? Yeah.

On the side of the station.

What were they doing?

Kirk had petrol. He wanted to burn the
station down and Luke was trying to stop

him.

And why would Kirk want to do that?

Because he knows a lot.

Every station has one. A criminal.

Like a scrambling device.

An electronic beacon.

Sprays the night sky to interfere with
extraterrestrial spacecraft.

Police stations don't have those.

I'm starting to wonder about you.

Are you committed or not?

And you just happened to be across the
road while Kirk was trying to torture

place?

Yes.

doing my best to be a fully integrated
member of society.

There you go, 11 .27pm, three nights
ago.

Chris Kramer was telling the truth.

It's the first time for everything.

A witness claims that several nights ago
you and Luke Lamaro had an altercation

outside this police station.

He was preventing you from committing
arson.

We have it on CCTV.

So what?

Undo it?

But you were clearly very angry with
Luke. Yeah.

He stopped me from setting things right.

I know what goes on here.

I know you have an electronic beacon on
the roof of this building sending

interference scrambling into planetary
communications.

That interference is probably what
caused the malfunction on the spacecraft

which led to the death of Luke and the
other guy.

It's you who are responsible.

You're right, Kirk.

We do have an electronic beacon on the
roof.

Okay. You actually admit it? It's called
a shortwave radio.

We use it in emergencies in a bid to
help save lives.

You're going to be charged with
attempted arson. What?

I didn't do it. I think the key word
here is attempted.

I'll be back shortly with the paperwork.

Wow.

And I thought Chris Kramer was crazy.

We still don't have enough.

Kirk and Luke would butt heads
occasionally, differing opinions, but

never go that far.

Not to hurt Luke.

While he was prepared to burn down the
police station.

Posturing, I'm sure.

Back to last night. You called off the
ceremony. Why?

We were feeling the cold.

Guessing it was around 2am.

Here I have failed you again.

It's not your fault. Maybe it's Luke.

He's just not ready.

Everyone, listen up.

Frodo, please.

I think we should call it a night.

I apologize to you all.

I've led you all down another blind
alley.

In this case, a cold, dark alley without
cosmic light.

Tomorrow I will resign as the president.

No, you can't. No, it's too late. I'm
too tired to talk. Let's pack up and go.

Wait, wait, wait.

I'm staying.

I'm certain they're coming for me.

I'm happy to stay on my own.

Oh, gosh, Luke, your dedication is so
moving.

I want you to take over for me.

You must lead after me.

But you... Just think about it.

I'll say a big conflitazzi to the
masters from here.

Thank you, Luke.

You are a hero.

Come on, people, let's go!

That was the last time I ever saw this.

So self -absorbed I didn't even look
back.

He's such a brave man.

You and Christopher, you went home?

Back to Christopher's, yes.

Excuse me.

Chris and Sims?

Hi. It's Freya.

I hope you didn't call me here just to
help with these.

It's over it.

You know, washing dick is a little
outside my job description.

Like you.

So, it could be nothing.

Try me.

I was unloading the car just before.

Need a hand there?

Um, no, I'm all good. So that thing the
other day with your boss, it's no

biggie, right?

Jacob's dead?

I know, and it had nothing to do with
me.

I didn't even know the guy.

Say so?

I do.

So we all good?

What did he mean by that thing the other
day?

Jacob used to park outside on the yellow
lines.

He'd always get tickets.

Then a few days ago, he was getting
towed, and it got ugly.

You can't tell me, man. This is my
restaurant. I park here all the time.

Hey, hey, you're a thug, you know that,
mate?

Hey, cross the line, mate.

Don't ever start what you can't finish.

Just breathe, breathe.

Don't ever grab someone from behind.

That was a dumb move.

It may be nothing, but... No, thanks,
Ray. You've been a big help.

Oh, and the dishes are... What if I
could?

Hi, Bud.

We need to talk.

You lied to me, Bud.

About not knowing Jacob Lewis.

We have a witness who saw you tow his
car from outside his burger restaurant.

So do you admit to towing Jacob Lewis's
car?

Yeah. And do you admit to punching Mr
Lewis in the stomach?

Do you know why I like my job?

Tell me.

Because it's a job.

After my conviction, it was the only job
I could get.

I need a job to pay my rent while I'm
training.

I'm training to be a decathlete. That's
my dream.

I wouldn't do anything to jeopardise
that. That doesn't really answer my

question. Did the witness also say it
was self -defence?

That Lewis had a go at me first, or nah,
they left that part out?

I'm going to ask you again.

The day before yesterday morning, did
you see Jacob Lewis between 7am and 8am

the Brokenwood Golf Course?

No.

After you got the towing call out, which
direction did you leave the course?

Towards the car park, of course.

If this is the car park, where were you
training?

I don't know. I'm not a golfer.

I'm just looking for open space, you
know.

Jacob Lewis was found dead on the 13th
fairway.

We know he was killed by a blow to the
head, the wound matching the curvature

your discus.

We know that you and the victim argued
the day before, which leads us to

there was some intent behind the discus
hitting Mr Lewis.

No. Oh, come on, bud.

You lost your cool that it happened
before.

I videoed myself.

What? I film myself so I can watch my
form.

That was a near -perfect throw, by the
way.

Felt right on the money.

And that's when I got the phone call.

See you, bud.

Yeah. Free for a job?

Yeah, for sure.

Carby car.

No, it's house.

We will need a copy of this video.

The weapon could be a golf club, but
hard to say without the actual club to

a match.

But the head injury was fatal?

No, Mike.

The cause of that was cardiac arrest. He
suffered severe arrhythmia.

Caused by? It was triggered by an
electrical shock.

See?

This indicates the entry point of the
electrical current.

Given the storm last night, could he
have been struck by lightning?

Highly unlikely.

For him to be struck by a lighting bolt
on both hands, he must have been playing

volleyball. Volleyball. Like this, or
this.

I love volleyball. Have you ever played,
Mike?

Not in a very long time.

Could Luke's hands and the grass have
been burned by the same source?

No. A naked flame burned the grass.

Oh.

And the mark on his head?

Freshly done, within the last 18 hours.

The ink is Marco Pan.

Beach volleyball is my favorite.

The men wear swimming briefs.

In Russia, they are called plavki.

And they are?

Budget smugglers, Mike.

Very athletic.

The tow truck call out centre verified
that Bud Johnson received a call from

them at 7 .04am.

And his video puts him exactly here.

He's our man.

We're satisfied there was no intent to
injure Jacob Lewis.

And I swear no one's that accurate.

68 metres.

At the point of contact? Yes.

Well. I know.

I looked it up.

Connor Bell's New Zealand record is 69
.5 metres.

Repeat 68 and you'll qualify for the
Commonwealth Games.

I still killed a bloke though, didn't I?

It played out then.

Death by a careless use of an Olympic
-approved sporting implement.

One down, one to go.

Are we calling it?

It's another homicide.

Luke Lamara was electrocuted.

Senor?

Oh, thanks.

Is there one of Belfound's on her way
in?

Do you perhaps need Christopher as your
support person? No, no, I'm fine.

We've been so shaken by Luke's death.

He's struggling as well, I can tell.

And, uh...

I'm struggling to conceal it from him.

What do you need to conceal?

That, um... I'm responsible for Luke's
death.

Both deaths in actuality.

Go on.

It started with a seed of negativity.

Depressive thoughts.

Stemming from the disappointment that I
have been unable to physically reconnect

with the aliens.

And from that seed, there has been slow
but malignant growth.

That growth creates negative energy
vibrations which in turn quaver

out into the cosmos.

The rest I'm sure I don't need to
explain.

No, please enlighten us.

Well, the aliens absorb those
vibrations.

They involuntarily act upon them by
traveling here, creating a

interspecies, co -killing, unwittingly
orchestrated by myself.

They are the bullet, but I am most
definitely the gun.

Well, it may come as some relief to know
that.

With regards to Jacob Lewis's death,
there was no alien involvement.

You seem sure.

I am. Mr. Lewis was killed by an Earth
-based object.

An accident.

I detect cynicism, Detective, and I
thought we were past that.

Not cynicism.

Fact. And Luke?

That is more perplexing.

I left him out there like a lamb to the
slaughter.

I lay awake trying to stop those
negative vibrations emanating.

Holding them back.

But to no avail.

With Christopher.

What? You lay awake with Christopher.

I didn't hear him.

But you were in bed together.

Did he tell you that?

Awkwardly, yes.

Yeah, I was with Zelda.

Occupied. Christopher, bless him.

What do you mean? Well, Christopher is
an interesting man, but he's not ready

for some things, and nor am I in that
regard.

Even though he's your fiancé?

Christopher would like to be my fiancé,
but perhaps one day when we're both

ready.

I'm sorry, I'm confused.

I'm still married.

I have been for 16 years.

Ah, just the man we wanted to see.

Well, I don't want to see you.

Ah, Kirk, the feeling is entirely
mutual.

We're not interested in you. You can
bugger off. You can't say that. I just

Go on. Get out of here.

Ah, convention's finished. We're holding
a vigil for Luke tonight.

A few questions first.

Sure. You'll have to put this in the
car. No, no.

Questions first.

Sure, yeah. Um, yeah, questions are
good. They provide answers like, like,

How long's the piece of string? And
what's in the box?

No idea. It's not my box. I'm just
holding it for a friend.

Well, let's take a look then, shall we?

Allow me.

You've got nothing. You can cry, but
you'll never take me down.

What was that last bit? I didn't quite
hear you.

This is your car, Christopher?

No!

No?

Sorry to keep you waiting, Christopher.

We just had to verify a few things.

This is the property of the Brokenwood
Golf Course.

How did it end up in your car?

Never seen it before.

Even though your fingerprints are all
over it. Strange.

This drop cloth...

And, uh, golf club. Again, the property
of the Brokenwood Golf Club. We're also

in your car.

How do you explain that?

Obviously, someone's broken into my
vehicle and put them both there.

Who?

I think it might be Kirk.

Why would Kirk want to do that?

Ask him.

We might just do that.

And while we're at it, ask him how he
managed to get your fingerprints all

the items.

Yeah, but are they really?

Uh, yep.

There they are.

And the other interesting thing about
this is the grass residue.

There is a pattern here to here.

It's like the grass has all been
flattened in the one direction.

A flow from the outside to the center.

Which in itself might mean very little,
except... This grass, it's a definite

match to the samples from the fake crop
circle.

That places this drop cloth at the crime
scene.

From now on, no more extraterrestrial
excuses, Christopher. We're dealing in

facts. Your fingerprints on stolen items
traceable to the crime scene.

Did you kill Luke Lamarrow?

No.

Christopher, where were you between 3
and 5 a .m. this morning?

In my home.

Alone? No.

I was with Zelda.

In the same room with February?

Same room. In the bedroom?

Yeah, of course.

Was she sleeping?

Why does that matter?

If she was sleeping, she wouldn't be
able to verify that you remained in the

house between 3 and 5 a .m.

She was not sleeping.

You sure about that?

Yes, of course, because we were, you
know... What?

were expressing our love.

Sex.

For two hours?

Yes.

Two hours.

Wow. That's a lot of love, given you had
such a big night waiting for a close

encounter with alien kind.

Well, she was feeling down and she
needed comfort.

The thing is, Christopher, that doesn't
really line up with Zelda's version of

events. I'm still married.

Married to.

When I was abducted aboard the alien
spacecraft, there was a marriage

Sadly, we didn't have time to
consummate.

So I have been keeping myself ready for
that day.

So, uh, no, um, Christopher and I are in
a platonic relationship and

to make things easier on Christopher, we
do not share a bed.

They will come for him.

I'm not so sure anymore.

Good night.

Good night.

So if in between 3 and 5 a .m. you
weren't comforting your

almost but not quite yet fiancé with two
hours of your manhood, then what were

you doing?

Let me jog your memory.

You were feeling overlooked.

Can I please have a volunteer to offer
themselves up as an abductee?

Oh, Christopher.

No, sorry. We already have a volunteer.
We don't want the Cosmic Overlords to

have to choose between the two of you.

As Zelda's most devoted follower, it
must have hurt you a little. Her

Luke over you.

Teaching him alienese.

Favoring him over you.

So even with Zelda lying awake, the fact
that you... didn't share a room, meant

that you were able to slip out of the
house.

Into the greenkeeper's shed where you
knew a flamethrower was kept and any

number of potentially lethal weapons.

What better

way

to validate someone's beliefs and remove

Your competition.

But it didn't kill him, did it,
Rutherford?

That blow?

Didn't kill him, did it?

No.

I, um, had to make it look like there'd
been a visit.

My cosmic master.

You can't have to put her on both sides
of the street. You gotta choose yourself

ahead for your sizable head.

And choose another lover for that side
of the beard.

Or stay out and never go home.

Biscuit glass.

Do what she said to tell him no.

Biscuit glass.

Pesky. Pesky.

Gloves.

What does this mean?

It means you killed Luke Lamarrow to
impress your girlfriend.

I'm no longer a fully integrated member
of society.

Not tempted, Todd?

Nah. You'd be put in a hard yard,
though.

No way.

You never know what you'll find out
there.

For a record, I hate golf.

But beach volleyball, Mike.

I only think you'd be a natural.

I don't know what it is with this dog.
Keeps circling back to these burgers.

I have the triple truffle supreme.

I'm rather hoping you still offer the
holy sinner double cheese. Where's

than beetroot fondue?

Coming right up.

Marvellous. Yummy.

Oh, God, I so love pegs. And cats, of
course, as you can see. But pigs,

the cutest thing.

Interesting fact.

If you died and fell into his pen, he'd
eat all of you over time, leaving only

your teeth and your hair.

And pigs don't eat hair. Lovely as yours
is.

That is interesting.

As promised.

Oh, you took your time.

Well, since Jacob Lewis is no longer
with us, no charges will be laid.

I should hope not.

Truffle's still on the menu there, I
see.

Seems like a nice girl.

Deserves a break.

Doesn't strike me as a lurker.

Speaking of which, where's your off
-sider?

Detective Sims?

Yeah, she should be here.

Right about now.

Watching days go by.

Got to pick up the thread somewhere.

Follow to the end of the line.

Follow to the end of the line.

Becoming T -Surf Lane.

Tell me where

the doctor is.

You What? Hey!