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Hey! Dude, come on!

You can't lie on the field
where you're blocking the...

No way.

What the hell?

Blunt force trauma.

Hey, Todd, you alright?

Do you want to sit down
for a minute?

The circle-- The crop circle.

What are you saying?

Aliens made a crop circle.

Jacob's lying in the center
of an alien crop circle,

but on grass, not crop.

You know this person?

No-- Well, only
that his name is Jacob.

He runs, uh, Jacob's Burgers
in town.

And the circle--

what makes you think
it's alien-made?

Because there's an Aliens Are
People Too convention in town,

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

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

but we call them spirit circles.

Because spirits
rather than aliens made them?

No. Because they died
from overconsumption of vodka.

They pickled their livers.

Of course.

This your ball, Todd?

Uh... yeah, it is.

And where were you
when you hit this?

- You think my ball killed Jacob?
- It's possible.

Nah. They came before me.

- Who's they?
- Aliens.

He's dead center,
dead on a crop circle.

Hey, Todd, are you high?

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

except that one time
that I completely forgot about

until you just triggered me!
- Okay, Todd.

What's with all the alien stuff?

What more evidence
do you want?

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

Yeah, okay. We got it.

Oh, oh!

Uh...

Oh. Uh, can I go?

What's so important?

Oh, I'm training
for speed golf.

Every four hours,
I have to hit nine holes.

I've got the last one to go.

Speed golf?

Yeah. Three clubs, one ball,
fast as you can.

That's for my niece's
school fundraiser.

So, uh, this alien convention,
where is it?

At the Croc.
Hey, uh, I 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's lying
in a circle of death.

Best we get a grass sample.

I am a pathologist,
not a greenkeeper.

Unless there are possible links
surrounding his cause of death

and any chemical compound
found on the vegetation.

Certainly, Mike.

Good thinking.

Well, I need a coffee.

♪ No nanahi i noho au ♪

♪ E pouri te ngakau ♪

♪ Rongohia ake reo ♪

♪ Ehara i te whakaharatau ♪

♪ Ka paroro te rangi ♪

♪ Ka ru te whenua ♪

♪ Hui katoa ki te tangi ♪

♪ Whakameatia mai ♪

Her name is Alfie Gingernuts.

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?

DC Chalmers, Brokenwood CIB.

I'd like to ask you
a few questions

regarding
this morning's incident.

Grimm. Janet Grimm.

You'd better come in.

How did you know Jacob Lewis?

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.

Hmm.

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.

He'd say
he was going for a walk.

He'd be hanging out
in the trees.

The other members used
to complain about him lurking.

Theory 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?

All chefs are a bit weird.

You have a greenkeeper?

Natasha.

Best in the biz.

Okay. Uh, 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.

It's always 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?

Uh, Detective Senior Sergeant, actually.

Uh, Mike Shepherd.

Uh, Detective Kristin Sims,
Brokenwood CIB.

Zelda Belfan, President of
Aliens Are People Too-- AAPT.

- AAPT?
- 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 circle
is in fact a crop circle.

Oh, but most likely,
"for sure."

Oh, sorry. How rude of me.

This is Christopher,
a fellow member of AAPT.

Christopher Kramer?
Yeah, we've met.

Oh? Um, I don't think so.

It was a few years ago, with
regards to the Deschler Clinic.

Hmm. No, I can't say I recall.

Uh, well,
it was a long time ago.

Christopher!

Well, 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
a intimate understanding

of alien life form.

The cosmic beings and I...

communed, shall we say,

connected on a very deep level,

several times.

It was 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.

Z-Zelda is my fiancée.

Wow. Go, you.

No, 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--
he's got it together.

New Christopher is trying hard
and succeeding

to be a fully integrated member
of society.

New Christopher is the only
Christopher that Zelda knows.

Christopher.

New Christopher,
fully integrated.

Got it.

The convention
is in the ballroom.

New AAPT 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. Um, alien planets
may not have magnetic poles,

so aliens wouldn't think to have
polar navigational offsets.

If the vessel descended
too quickly

with its door 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 AAA event.

Uh, did either of you know
Jacob Lewis?

Know him? I don't think so.

I'm-- I'm vegan.

It's interesting

that you're holding a convention
in Brokenwood

and then a AAA 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.

I'm hopeful that tomorrow night,

that energy will be returned
in the form of a visitation.

Why tomorrow night?

Oh, as part of the convention.

We're staging a reach-out.

Well, uh...

Oh. Thank you.

Uh, good luck with that.
- Yeah, good luck.

Thank you.
I am so glad I could help.

Me too.

Mm.

Nonbelievers?

Infidels.

They will come around.

Excuse me, Detectives.

Ah. Dr. Plummer,
Reverend Greene.

Is it true about Jacob Lewis?

Uh, 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 fries.

Ooh, yummy.

The, um, truffle thing
is not to my taste.

Lucas has another vice.

And one Holy Sinner
with Double Cheese,

feta and beetroot fondue.
- Ah.

Dare I say it,

a taste of Heaven.

Such a huge loss
to the gastro community.

- So you're members of AAPT?
- No.

I prefer to think that aliens
are their own unique species.

I'm doing research

for my next psychology book,
"Believing is Seeing."

I'm simply here to observe
the power of human imagination.

And you, Reverend?

I can never resist
a free cap.

And of course I'm also here

to offer the Church's
perspective if needed.

- Oh.
- Which is vague at its best.

We can discuss this later.

Uh, it's 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?

I would bet a dwarf planet...

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,

hitting on me for a date.

- The golf course?
- Yeah.

Come on. You'd love it.
It's beautiful at sunset.

There's 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 reckon Piney is
a sight hound or a scent hound?

What?

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

Scent hounds
have supersharp 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?

Meow!

I've got a catsuit 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.

What, 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 I'd 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 scan for balls.

Piney was there 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, uh, thanks.

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

- Natasha?
- Tash. Y-Yeah?

Uh, DC Chalmers.

A few questions
about this morning's incident.

Right. Right, yeah.

Shocking.

What time did you start work
this morning?

Uh, around 7:00 a.m.

Did you notice anyone

on or around the 13th fairway
at that time?

- - Uh, no.
- I was working in here,

busy doing maintenance work.

The mowers constantly
need oil and grease, so...

No, I-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 dick.

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!

Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

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 cuff.

From the same object?

More tests, Mike.

But the tissue damage suggests
it happened at the same time.

At time of death?

With no onset of rigor mortis
when we arrived,

I would estimate
between 6:00 and 8:00 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 weed kill
is a total no-go.

Uh, why do you burn
a circle of grass?

I like polka dots.

I'm gonna burn them all over.

I'm making a bunker.

Step one, burn off the grass.

And step two,
let it sit for a week,

let the roots dry out.

And then dig a bunker.

Why a perfect circle?

Circles are the ultimate
symmetrical shape.

They're balanced.

They evoke harmony.

Symmetry actually helps
calm the players.

My next bunk is gonna 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.

When you won't be able
to afford it. Very wise.

Mm.

- Did I ever mention that I--
- Hate golf?

Many times.

Uh, we found this in the rough,

not far from the crop circle.

I'm guessing it broke
and someone's dumped it.

Be a pretty decent weapon
in the wrong hands.

Uh, get Gina to see if it's
a match for Jacob's wounds.

Um, as we were retrieving this,

I saw a man
loitering on the fairway.

Uh, 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 plates.

Tash didn't recognize 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 aliens.

Ah, yes. On that note,

uh, 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?

Uh, uh, w-why do you want
to know?

I'm intrigued by its contour.

Uh...

Yeah, I can't tell you.

You think it's a UFO?

You do, don't you?

- No. All I'm saying is--
- 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 harboring alien fugitives
in a spaceship?

It's tenuous.

But Kristin
as a little, green alien--

surely that's worth a shot.
- In your dreams.

Uh, what about Jacob's café?

Do you know
if anyone wanted to harm Jacob?

No. He was a cool guy.

Did he owe anyone any money?

Mm, the café'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?

Uh, he was 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?

It's just I'm freaking out.

Well, it turns out
Jacob's café have the contract

for catering the AAPT event,

and Freya is a little bit
overwhelmed by the prospect.

Todd.

Hey, I've been thinking about
the crop circle,

trying to make sense of it.

Uh, have you spoken
to Janet Grimm?

- We have.
- Oh, good.

Cos when I saw her this morning,
it was really weird.

What the hell, lady?!

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 the yelling about?

Oh, it's obvious, isn't it?

It was about herding Jacob
into the open space

while giving the spaceship
a clear shot at him.

Ah! Too soon.
Hey, I've got a train.

Someone's telling porkies.

Indeed.

Let's bring in Janet Grimm.

Pay the green fees.
End of story.

Capitalist coercion.

This is probably stolen land
anyway.

No pay, no play.

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

We were this close
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?

Trespassing,
not paying green fees.

Anything would be good
to get them out of my face.

Fellas, can I have a word?

Uh, Janet, we have a witness

who saw you shouting
at Jacob Lewis this morning

on the 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 trees,

but he was also digging up
the grounds.

I'd had enough.
- Why would he be digging?

No idea. Just what he does.

He digs. He looks.

We're gonna need
a formal statement from you

down at the station.

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

I'm sure she can hold the fort.

Don't fret, honey.
Won't be long.

Christopher, you may claim
not to remember me,

but I certainly remember you
well 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
is 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!

Oh! It's like the yolk
of a giant alien egg

has just oozed down
into the grass.

Ah!

Ow! It smells so good.

Christopher,
check the radiation.

Oh!

Oh. Affirmative.

Turned out to be 0.001 mSv's.

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.

Uh, Detective,

y-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.

Great. And--
And remember, I'm a--

You're a fully integrated
member of society.

Yeah. So act like it.

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, 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 $5.

He thought the market
was too high, 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 happened.

So at least your memory
hasn't been affected.

Great. What did you feel
the need to hit me?

I thought you were a prowler.

What do you think you're doing, anyway?

- I came to see you.
- No. You were snooping.

I'm a detective. You know that.

I did have a prowler here
last week.

Oi!

What do you think you're doing?

Uh, 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?

Foreign objects.

- Such as?
- Let's just say

some things belong in this world
and some things don't.

- Hey.
- Hey.

What's with you?

Oh, a bit of a bump
to the head.

By the leading edge
of a spaceship's

prematurely open door?

Ha ha!

I went to talk to Tash.

I was in her shed. It was dark.

She thought I was a prowler.
She whacked me with a shovel.

What a nasty bruise.

No broken skin, though.

Get checked for 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 were
in a circle in the grass,

and the guy you didn't like
ends up getting it,

hit 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 reckons
she saw him.

And there was some damage
around the place.

Although that'd be Alfie.

'Cause, hey, if a course manager
owns a pig,

what do you expect?

It is odd, though, isn't it?

Why bring a pig
to a golf course?

And whatever Janet and Jacob
were arguing about,

I doubt it was the price
of lost balls.

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

Chris Kramer,
Kirk Rollins, and Luke Lamaro

all snuck onto the 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 to die
in the crop circle

to prove their crazy beliefs--

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.

Don't want to miss
any revelations.

You're not really
gonna 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

when we're satisfied
with the service.

Dish out 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 because
my energy flows are disrupted,

and I will hold you
personally responsible.

- Now look what you've done.
- Hey. Hey.

Pay up, and I'll plate up!

With venue hire,
you can lock them out.

With food,
they can scoff and run.

- Did they pay up?
- 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...

- Cosmic overlords.
- Yes.

Uh, 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 onto
something there, Reverend.

Christopher?
- Uh, how long did you

commune with
the cosmic overlords?

It's hard to say. Um...

You lose all sense of time.

It's like you're traveling
into the past

and the future simultaneously.

So 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.

But you know
you can't handle this.

Did the aliens have genitals?

- Christopher!
- Okay.

Um, how did you communicate
with the aliens,

uh, if there was a lack
of common language?

By touch.

And if you must know,
I loved it.

And so did they.

Alright, 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.

Alright, 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 imagination.

- 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.
Yes.

- Aliens Are People Too!
- Aliens Are People Too!

- Yeah!
- Alright, everyone!

Thank you.

And see you tonight
at the designated zone!

- Special bunch of humans.
- Mm-hmm.

Cosmic-politan?

Uh. No. Thanks.
We're okay, Lena.

Why 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 7 a.m.?

Wow. A diversion 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, eh, 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.?

Uh, 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 this.

I was at the motel prepping
for my keynote speech tomorrow

titled "Your Neighbor
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 are 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.

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 plate up!

I'm 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.

Sustenance
for our big night ahead.

Mm.

Kirk Rollins is a creep.

Passionate. And there's
delusional, at least.

Rookie mistake.

Should have parked the car
closer to the front door.

Freya,
this is Detective Shepherd.

- Hi.
- Hello.

I see you've had
some success.

It's a disaster.

Jacob's famous truffle tofu
pasta without any truffles.

What? He 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 you.

Good luck!

What do people with steel rods

and pigs rooting around trees
have in common?

What?

Alfie.

Janet.

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' murder.

- How?
- Motive.

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

Alright. Alright.

Best we do this
at the station, huh?

- But Alfie...
- Alfie seems happy to me.

Come on.
- Okay.

Hello, Janet.

Truffles found on
the root system of some trees,

including a certain
variety of pine.

What of it?

Uh, they can fetch
up to $3,500 per kilo.

If one had their own supply,
it's understandable

that they might not like others
helping themselves.

And how far might one go
to protect that supply?

It was an accident.
The discovery, that is.

Alfie, what have you found?

Tuber melanosporum.

Périgord. Black truffles.

Otherwise known as black gold.

I had seen Jacob offered
truffled 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 café was a success.

But then I raised my price.

Only fair to share
in his success.

Oi! What do you think
you're doing?!

Well, I know extortion
when I see it.

You forced 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 onto one right now.

You get off my land
right now!

But he got greedy.

Stuck his little nose in
and wouldn't let go.

I don't know how many times
I chased him off.

I told you to get out of here!

Whatevs.

Aah! What the hell, lady?!

Get the hell out of here!
Go on!

I detest it when
people say "Whatever."

"Whatevs"?

Like fingernails
down a blackboard.

Well, manners
and bad grammar aside,

you still seriously
assaulted Jacob.

Whatever.

Well, he 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-I would never take
someone's life.

Not-- Not for all the truffles
in the world.

Janet Grimm, we need you
to remain in Brokenwood

while we ascertain
whether your pole

delivered the fatal blow
to the victim's head.

You know, 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.

I'll 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.

DC Chalmers?

Yeah. It's Tash.

I think I found something.

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

Who said they were big?

Tash found this 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.

Mm. 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. Yeah. 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 Kristin Sims.
Brokenwood CIB.

And 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.
Was found on the golf course.

It 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 a discus,

and next minute
I'm a murder suspect?

Oh, he didn't say that.

Yeah, but you're thinking it.

Today when I called out to you,
you ran off,

and then you drove away from me
in a reckless manner.

Why?
- Yeah. Look.

I've learnt the hard way
that if I don't say any words,

you can't twist them.

But 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
your discus there?

I just made my first throw
of the morning

when I got a call
about an accident.

To get the job, I've got to
be the first tow 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 in 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 one.

What is the ninth step?

To develop empathy
for the other's perspective.

I still don't have empathy
for my neighbor's ex,

but I'm trying
to change my ways.

That'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.

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 decathlete. 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 you 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 throws

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 2kg 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 throw

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 exist.

I'm not concerned
with the belief.

It's the worshiping of aliens
that's the issue.

Worshipers' belief
times a few degrees.

Ohh.

Roger, you're hogging
the blanket.

Lucas, please. I'm not!

Uh, when did Luke
learn Alienese?

I taught him yesterday.

Uh-huh.

Out of all of us, I think
that Luke is the best bait,

for want of a better word.

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 eventuate.

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 us,

and none of 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 and not Luke

who they beam up
into their ship.

And I wouldn't say no.

Thank you, Christopher.

Ohh! Ha ha!

Man. This is too much.

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

Interesting choice,
given Jacob Lewis' 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.

Training time again? Really?

No way.

I'm done with speedgolf.
The body count is too high.

Time of death?

Well, 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 his 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 favorite drop cloth.

Hence the tarpaulin.

Well, modesty is important.

Okay, 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 that.

So if I was to slowly
approach that shape

and pull the tarp off,

would you try
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 my kids.

It's gonna be a float
for their school fundraiser.

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

I just don't want Janet
finding out.

Last year, I made
a Thomas the Tank Engine.

You should have seen this thing.
It was so good. It was...

Anyway, Janet busted me.

She accused me of using
the 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. It's absolutely perfect.

Uh, Tash claims
she didn't burn the circle,

but her flamethrower
and her drop cloth

were stolen last night.

- Shut the entire course down.
- Copy that.

I'll put a search team
together.

Gina, can you get me
some grass sam--

Mike, you should know by now

that I always know
what you want.

What the hell's
going on here?

Another person
has been found dead.

Uh, walk with me.

Who was it?

And what's all this gear
on my fairway?

It's too early to tell.

Have you seen anyone
on the golf course this morning?

Well, your cop on the gate
turned away the first players

about 20 minutes ago.

Okay. 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, then.

A little more.
A little-- little more.

Oh. Too much. Heh.

Uh, Ms. Belfan.

Uh, 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 right now.

Detective, please.

There is no need
to cover this up.

It's positive news.

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

Oh, damn. Damn. Damn.

My God.
It's another triple-A 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?
- Mm.

And an unusual marking
on his forehead.

There you go!
God damn it! We missed it!

- Damn it!
- Uh, Zelda,

could I look at your
model spaceship again, please?

Yeah. Christopher, please.

Ah...

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.

Ohh! Ohh!

Detective Shepherd,
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.

Just as 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.
- Mm-hmm. And you, Christopher?

Ripping up the sheets,
eh, Chris?

Uh, yeah, I-I was with Zelda.

Christopher, you are
something out of this world.

Yes. I was, uh, occupied.

And stop pointing
your finger at us.

They killed Luke.

They killed Luke because
he was gonna 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 SIS, CIA, FBI, governments.

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

at 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, a 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?

Uh, 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 keys.

It's not about how many notes.
It's playing them with feeling.

And staying awake.

Oh, come on, bro. Too soon.

Todd!

You had one job.

Look, 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 us home.

Yeah. So brave.
Paid the ultimate price.

For man and alien kind.

Okay.

I understand that Luke
was some kind of offering

to attract the aliens?

But not a sacrificial one.

Luc 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.

A 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?

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.

A-Actually, um, maybe.

Is that multiple choice?

Do you have something
you want to share?

Do I want to know? No.

Should I? I don't know.

Will I? I mean, 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?

So, I saw Luke and Kirk
the other night arguing.

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

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

Intense.

When was this?

Three nights ago.

Where?

Here. Outside of the station.

What were they doing?

Kirk had petrol.

He wanted to
burn the station down,

and Lucas tried to stop him.

And why would Kirk
want to do that?

Because he knows a lot.

Every station has one.
It's criminal.

- Like a scrambling device?
- An electronic beacon.

It 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 torch the place?

Yes.

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

There you go. 11:27 p.m.
Three nights ago.

So Chris Kramer
was telling the truth.

There's a 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? I didn't do 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 interplanetary
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 gonna 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.

Hmm.
We still don't have enough.

Kirk and Luke would
butt heads occasionally.

Differing opinions. But Kirk
would never go that far.

Not to hurt Luke.

Well, he was prepared
to burn down the police station.

Posturing, I'm sure.

Uh, back to last night.

You called off the ceremony.
Why?

We were feeling the cold.

I'm guessing
it was around 2 a.m.

I fear 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 of AAPT.

- Zelda, 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 AAPT from here.

- But you--
- Shh.

Just think about it.

I'll say a big
to
the masters from you.

Thank you, Luke.

You are a hero.

Come on, people! Let's go!

- Ohh.
- Ohh.

That was the last time
I ever saw Luke.

I was so self-absorbed,
I didn't even look back.

He was such a brave man.

You and Christopher ,
you went home?

Back to Christopher's. Yes.

Excuse me.

Kristin Sims.

Hi. It's Freya.

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

I'm so over it.

You know, washing dishes

is a little outside
my job description.

Lucky 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.

- If you say so.
- I do.

So are 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 tow me, man!

This is my restaurant!
I park here all the time!

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

You crossed 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, Freya.

You've been a big help.

Oh, and the dishes, uh,
I would 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' car?

- Yes.
- 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 jeopardize that.

That doesn't really
answer my question.

Did the witness also say
it was self-defense?

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 7 a.m. and 8 a.m.

at 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 of your discus.

We know that you and the victim
argued the day before.

Which leads us to believe
there was some intent

behind the discus
hitting Mr. Lewis.

- No.
- Oh, come on, Bud.

You lost your cool.
That had happened before.

- I video myself.
- What?

I film myself
so I can watch my form.

There was a knee-pivot throw,
by the way.

Felt right on the money.

And that's when
I got the phone call.

- Hey ya, Bud.
- Yeah.

- Free for a job?
- Yeah. For sure.

- It's on Tullamore.
- I'll be there. Bye.

Copy.

We will need a copy
of this video.

The weapon
could be a golf club,

but hard to say without
the actual club to make a match.

But the head injury
was fatal.

No, Mike.

The cause of death
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 lightning bolt on both hands,

he must have been
playing volleyball.

- Volleyball?
- Like this or this.

I love volleyball.
Have you ever played, Mike?

Uh, 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.

Mm.

And the mark on his head.

Uh, freshly done.
Within the last 18 hours.

The ink is marker pen.

Beach volleyball is my favorite.

The men wear swimming briefs.

In Russia,
they are called plavki.

And they are...?

Budgie smugglers, Mike.

Very athletic.

That's it!

68 meters!

The tow-truck call-out center
verified that Bud Johnson

received a call from them
at 7:04 a.m.

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 meters?
- At the point of contact, yes.

Wow.

I know. I looked it up.

Connor Bell's New Zealand
record is 69.5 meters.

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 Lamaro was electrocuted.

Senior.

Ah. Thanks.

Zelda Belfan's on her way in.

Uh, 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. Uh, 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' 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. A 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.

Uh, yeah, I-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, well, 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 did.

Go on. Get out of here.

Uh, convention's finished.

W-We're holding a vigil
for Luke tonight.

A few questions first?

Sure. Yeah.
I'll just put this in the car.

No, no. Questions first.

Sure. Yeah. Um...
Yeah, questions are good.

They-- They provide answers.
Like-- Like, um...

How long's a piece of string?

And what's in the box?

No idea. It's not my box.

I'm just holding it
for a friend.

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

Allow me.

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Christopher!

Car.

You got nothing!

You can try,
but you'll never take me down!

Unh!

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

This is your car,
Christopher?

No!

No?

Oh, Christopher.

Sorry to keep you waiting,
Christopher.

We just had to verify
a few things.

This is the property
of the Brokenwood Golf Course.

How'd it end up in your car?

Never seen that before.

Even though your
fingerprints are all over it.

Strange.

This drop cloth...

and this golf club,

again the property of
the Brokenwood Golf Club,

were 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 over the items.

But are they really?

Uh, yep. There they are.

And the other interesting thing
about this

is the, um-- 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...

And 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 Lamaro?

No.

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

this morning?

- In my home.
- Alone?

No. I was with,
you know, Zelda.

In the same room
or separate?

- The same room.
- In the bedroom?

- Yes. Of course.
- Was she sleeping?

Why does that matter?

Well, 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.

Are you sure about that?

Yes. Of course.

Because we were...

You know.

What?

We were... expressing our love.

Sex?

- Yeah.
- 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, um--
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 ceremony.

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-- They will come for him.

I'm not so sure anymore.

Good night.

So if in between 3 and 5 a.m.,

you weren't comforting

your almost,
but not quite yet fiancée

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,

that must have hurt you
a little,

her choosing Luke over you.

Teaching him Alienese.

Favoring him over you.

I want you to
take over for me.

You must lead AAPT from here.

- But you--
- Shh.

Just think about it.

Luke, you are the chosen one.

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.

♪ Well, it ain't a carnation,
but the flower was red ♪

♪ I followed him down
like the message had said ♪

♪ And left it all to Junior,
who was soft in the head ♪

♪ Singing only the good
die young ♪

♪ Ohh ♪

♪ Do I just have to let it go? ♪

♪ Ohh ♪

♪ Do I just have to
tell him no? ♪

What better way to
validate Zelda's beliefs...

...and remove your competition?

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

That blow.
Didn't kill him, did it?

No.

I, uh, had to make it look like
they'd been to visit.

My cousin and master.

♪ You gotta chose yourself a hat
for your sizeable head ♪

♪ And choose another lover
for that side of the bed ♪

♪ Or stay out
and never go home ♪

Pesky gloves.

♪ Ohh ♪

♪ Do I have to tell him no? ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

Pesky gloves.

♪ Do I just have to
let it go? ♪

Pesky, pesky gloves.

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Do I just have to let it go? ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Do I just have to
tell him no? ♪

♪ Hmm ♪

♪ Ohh ♪

What does this mean?

It means you killed Luke Lamaro
to impress your girlfriend.

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

am I?

Not tempted, Todd?

No.

You've put in
the hard yards, though.

No way. You never know
what you'll find out there.

For the record, I hate golf.

But beach volleyball, Mike.

I really think
you'd be a natural.

I don't know what it is
with this dog.

Keeps circling back
to these burgers.

I'll have the
Triple Truffle Supreme.

I'm rather hoping
you still offer

the Holy Sinner
Double Cheese.

With feta
and beetroot fondue?

Coming right up.

- Marvelous.
- Yummy.

Oh, God. I so love pigs.

And cats, of course,
as you can see.

But pigs,
they're the cutest thing!

Mm. 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.

Pigs don't eat hair,
lovely as yours is.

Oh. Okay.
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.

Truffles still on
the menu there, I see.

Eh, seems like a nice girl.
Deserves a break.

Doesn't strike me as a lurker.

- Mm.
- Speaking of which,

where's your offsider?
- Detective Sims?

Yeah, she should be here.

Right about now.

- Hoo-hoo!
- Oh!

♪ Standing on the corner
way down here ♪

♪ Watching the days go by ♪

♪ Gotta pick up
the thread somewhere ♪

♪ Follow it to the end
of the line ♪

We come in peace, Earthlings.

♪ There's a thousand faces
on the street ♪

Detective Sims!

Ow!

♪ Tell me where
the dusty road is ♪

♪ Rock 'n' roll... ♪

Perfect.

You.

What?! Hey!

♪ No time like the right time ♪

♪ And the right time is here ♪