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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!