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- ♪ This is my prayer ♪
- ♪ My silent prayer ♪

♪ Is for the love we knew ♪

Did you hear that?

It's coming.

It's here!

There's nothing there, baby.
Come back to me.

- What's that on your arm?
- There!

You can see it, can't you?

Can you see it?

What is that?

We're getting out of here.
Now.

It's a...

It's a...

It's a UFO!

They're here!

- They're coming for me!
- Tanya!

Tanya!

Tanya!

Tommy!

Come back!

Tanya?!

Tanya!

Where's Cecile?

Thought she was due here
an hour ago.

It's been the same place,
same time forever, Samuel.

Sunday, 5:00 in the p.m.,
no matter what.

And I've just made another batch
of her favorite Moscow mule.

I have just put a movie
on the projector

for Violetta and Peregrine,
if you'd like to join us.

She's never once let me down.

Starman's Globe Meter warns him

that he is nearing
a Superion invasion ship.

Peregrine!

I need to get somewhere quickly.

- What is it, Birdie?
- It's a telex from Cecile.

- She needs me.
- Okay, I'll drive you.

Did her message
say anything else?

No, no, but for her to ask me
to come to her, it's just...

Her house
is just beyond this bend.

Peregrine, stop, stop.
Pull over.

What's that over there?

That's her car.

Birdie!

It's her.
It's Cecile.

No, try not to touch anything,
Birdie.

What can you see?

I'm not sure.

- Oh, Birdie.
- No, I'm all right.

Just... Just find out
what happened.

Peregrine Fisher, you step away
from that vehicle immediately!

- We didn't touch anything.
- That still does not mean

that you can climb
all over my crime scene.

It's Birdie's best friend.

My deep condolences,
Ms. Birnside.

Dr. Cecile Armand.

You said that she failed
to attend a meeting with you?

It wasn't a meeting.
It was a regular catch-up.

What was her state of mind?

Yeah, sure.

Why do you ask?

There's no sign of skid marks
up here.

If you think she killed
herself, you're wrong.

Many times in the past,
she was pushed to the brink,

and she never took
the easy way out.

James.

Am I right in thinking that
if the cut on her head was fresh

and she was alive
when it happened...

- She'd be covered in blood.
- But there wasn't a drop.

Except for the dry bits
around her nose.

This wasn't suicide
or an accident, was it?

No.

Someone wanted her dead.

So, the new camera
worked out for you?

I wouldn't have gotten away
with taking photos otherwise.

Thank you.

We need to identify a mark
on Cecile's leg.

It didn't match
anything in the car.

Her skin was icy cold.

Well, you said
she was out in the elements.

No, I mean frozen.

Like she'd just come out
of an icebox.

And I found this in her hair.

Ooh, that's sharp.

Well, I'll run some tests
to see what it is.

Birdie?

How did you know Cecile?

We worked together
during the war.

She was a world-class scientist,
and I was an excellent shot.

- A match made in heaven.
- Mm.

We worked for months
behind enemy lines.

There were things that happened
that...

we couldn't tell anyone,
except each other.

Was Cecile
still doing dangerous work?

Something sensitive that
might have made her enemies?

Birdie, if Peregrine is gonna
get to the bottom of this,

you need to trust her.

For the past year, she worked
in a government-run lab,

overseeing
a highly classified project

which she would not discuss,
not even with me.

Where the hell did she work?

This is the place.

This doesn't look
very classified.

That's the point.

I'll head straight in,
create a distraction.

You look around the perimeter.

See if you can find
another way in.

Dr. Cecile Armand, please.

Visitor on site.

Hello?!

Hello?!

Tea? Coffee?

Scotch Finger?

May I help you?

Yes.

I have an appointment, uh,
with Cecile Armand

to see the facility.

I'm afraid Professor Armand
won't be in this morning.

Are you all right, um, Margaret?

That's the first time
anyone's used my name in months.

Come on.
Move this along, please.

The Invisible Woman.

Well, perhaps maybe someone else
can show me the facility.

Madam, I'll need to see
some I.D. first.

- Ms. Fisher.
- Oh.

How did you find this place
so fast?

Birdie knows it.

She didn't mention that to me.

Well, you didn't ask
the right questions.

What are you doing here?

According to the Federal Police,

it's a matter
of national security.

As soon as the murder happened,
Sparrow was told to stay away.

So it is being treated
as a murder.

I had to force my way
into the autopsy.

Not only did Ms. Armand die
away from the accident site...

Her core body temperature
had dropped to freezing.

That's what she felt like.

I didn't...
I didn't mean to touch her.

- It was an accident.
- Okay.

What I want to know is how she
could have been frozen so fast

between sending that telex and
then ending up dead in a car.

Maybe through the wonders
of science.

We need to find out
what the hell goes on in here.

Look, you'd be a fool to try,
Peregrine.

Birdie will find a way.

You can just get
your hands off me, Mister!

See you later, alligator.

In a while, crocodile.

I'm sorry, sir.
The facility's closed right now.

Morning.
I'd appreciate some cooperation.

Where are you from?

Mm.

Oh. No, no, no, no, no.
Please, please!

You're ticklish.

You're ticklish!

Oh!

Good.
You've developed the photos.

Yes, I did.

Indeed.

Well, these marks
on Cecile's legs...

I suspect they're burn marks.

I thought she was frozen.

Is it an ice burn?

Oh, an ice burn
would typically look different,

with white patches or dead skin.

It definitely happened
before her death,

- but possibly the same night.
- What about the blue flake

that I found in Cecile's hair?

Oh, yes,
I have it prepared in my lab,

ready for analysis
in the morning.

We need answers.

And we'll get them.

Detective Steed
is already investigating.

Oh, that means nothing.

The people who run that lab
will show the police

only what they want them to see.

- Birdie...
- I will not let my friend

just be thrown away like this.

We need to get
into that facility.

And I don't think your bobby-pin
trick will work this time.

The front entrance is manned,

and there are security readers
on every door.

Perhaps...

...a nice cup of tea
will fix everything.

Tea?

Coffee?

Scotch Finger?

Right.

What happened
to the other tea lady?

Alien abduction?

Ah.
I already like you better.

Auntie Madge was upset
about that lady dying,

so she's taken some time off.

At least we can always rely
on the same stale old biscuits.

Well, I can do something
about that for you,

if you like, Miss...

Professor.
Elaine Montgomery.

Hello.

Poor old Margaret.

Couldn't crack a smile
to save herself.

You're a lot easier on the eye.

Don't start that business, Hans.

- Coffee and a biscuit.
- Mm-hmm.

No, no.
Just top that one up.

I don't like to share.

Good girl.

Avoid him if you can, sweetie.

Like the plague.

The iso chamber
is out of bounds!

Why were you in there?

What do you think I do? My job.

I cleaning the iso chamber.

Well, not now, Rosemarie.

He is very much a rude man.

Charles is very upset,
like the rest of us.

Leave it for now.

We do need to clean up
the old specimens in there

so we can restart
Cecile's experiment.

Is that what she was working on?

That poor scientist.

Auntie Madge said
that she was really lovely.

She was.

A bit of a stickler, perhaps,

but a good microbiologist.

This is your space?

Yes. I oversee all the work
that's done here.

Okay.

Yes, I'm the lead technician.

Uh, Scotch Finger?

Hey, it's me.

- I've made it into the facility.
- Peregrine.

Problem is, Margaret's pass
only gets me into the kitchen,

the upstairs toilet,
and the hallways to serve tea.

Oh, well, if you can
improve on a tea lady's pass,

- I'm sure I can duplicate it.
- I'll do my best.

I'll also keep my eyes peeled
for anything

that could have caused
that burn mark.

Any luck
with the blue flake yet?

The blue flake.

Oh! Yes.

I think it's an epidermis
of some sort.

- A what?
- Skin.

Really? Skin?

Yes.
Skin is three layers,

the epidermis
being the outermost surface.

But it's blue.

What has blue skin?

You didn't get along
with Cecile?

That's not what I said.

We had
our professional differences.

Tea?

Coffee.
Black with one.

And I'm guessing
you like yours strong

and very sweet, Detective.

And preferably made
by somebody else.

What kind
of professional differences?

I trained
at a cutting-edge laboratory.

I tried to drag Cecile
into the 20th century.

- She had her ways.
- Where did you spend last night?

At my bowling club.
I'll get you a phone number now.

- He seems very full of himself.
- Mm.

He said the iso chamber
is this way.

What a mess!

What happened here?

Ohh!

Oh, it's icy in here.

God, it's a good place
to freeze someone.

To death.

What's with all the blue?

- Peregrine?
- Hmm?

Look at the scratch marks
on the inside of this door.

That's horrible.

Ohh.

It's a fingernail.

Cecile's fingers...
Her nails were all broken.

There's no handle
on the inside of the door.

So somebody locked her in here
and waited for her to die.

And moved the body to point
the blame away from this place.

What is going on in here?

I don't know, but I get
the feeling my badge

is a stumbling block.

Luckily nobody cares
about a tea lady. Ohh!

What a wretched excuse
for a reunion.

I need to find out
who's running that facility.

And does the name Malcolm Levine
mean anything to you?

He heads security.

Military, by the looks of it.

It's not ringing any bells.

And anything else you can find
out about the staff there.

You've got an agent
embedded in there?

I wouldn't call her that,
exactly.

Oh, it's no place
for an amateur, Birdie.

She has pedigree, Arthur.

Well, good.

Because you have been known
to let your affections

interfere with your judgment.

Maybe 20 years ago.

I'm gonna find out
who did this to Cecile.

And what? Kill?

Maim? Destroy?

All options remain on the table.

I may even settle
for a simple charge of murder.

You have been out of the game
a long time.

Tea?

No?

Oh, geez.

- Who are you?
- Oh!

And where's Margaret?

I'm Margaret.
Meg, actually.

Margaret's my auntie.

Second question.

Well, Auntie Madge
needed some time off

because of Professor Armand.

It's very sad.

She's gone to stay
with some old friends.

Hmm. Come with me.

Any changes need sign-off.

I didn't see the point
in bothering you,

given all the other troubles.

Very well, then.

But next time,
speak to me first.

Tea?

Yes, thanks.

- Oh.
- What are you doing here, girl?

Oh, I was just running low.

What on earth happened here?

- Did you clean up?
- Me? No.

The police, probably.
They take things.

Right.
Oh, well, that makes sense.

With Cecile's death,
they'd be looking for clues

about her life, her work.

I'm guessing.

You should be like
your Aunt Margaret.

She keeps her job because
she asks not so many questions.

Oh!
Thank you, policemen.

Leave the rubbish for me.

Oh, I wonder who they're from.

The short one.
Small legs, pig face.

Do you mean Hans?

Always with the flowers.

"Sorry" this, "sorry" that.

- Was he sweet on Cecile?
- Yes.

- But she not like him.
- Mm.

So, how long have you been
in Australia for?

Why you ask, girl?

- My accent is not your business.
- I'm sorry.

I fight for my freedom
in Hungary.

I have a right to be here.

Enough.

Coffee time.

Thank you.

I also thought
that you might like this back.

I found it on the floor.
You must have dropped it.

Don't be embarrassed.

We all make mistakes in love.

Nothing happened between Cecile

and I, if that's
what you're suggesting.

You don't need to explain.

- I might have made a mistake.
- Okay.

But I apologized
like a gentleman.

Let go of my arm.

Make sure
you don't go repeating gossip.

Let go of my arm.

A big mouth will get you killed
around here.

You look flustered.

Peregrine?

I just had a run-in with Hans.

Did he hurt you?

I think he wanted to.

No, don't...
don't blow this for me.

He can't get away with that.

If you say something,
I'll get sacked.

I cannot let Birdie down.

Have you interviewed him yet?

I'm about to.

Well, check out the heater
in his office.

It matches the mark
on Cecile's leg.

What about Charles?

His alibi checks out.

He was
at the Golden Pins Bowling Club

from 3:00 p.m. until 7:00 p.m.
the night of the murder.

There was a tournament,
apparently.

I still haven't figured out
what Cecile was working on,

or what it has to do
with the iso lab.

We're at a loose end, too.

Her car was almost
completely wiped of prints.

Covering their tracks.

We did find half a fingerprint

on the inside
of the driver's window,

but it's just too smudged to
test against any of our files.

Samuel has a fingerprint machine

that he swears
can find prints on anything.

Well, I don't know how it works,

but if you can get
a print to me,

I could get him to test it.

- That can't hurt.
- Mm.

Listen to me.
Listen.

First of all, Charles,
this is my decision.

And, second... Just a minute.

Detective. You people have been
informed to stay away.

Ah, stay away?
From what?

- That's classified information.
- Mm.

This would all be over
a lot faster if you'd cooperate.

But I get the impression
that you're not here to help.

I have to keep
my superiors happy.

They're not interested
in keeping everyone

- at this facility safe?
- That's my job, Detective.

I do it to the best
of my abilities.

Well, one of your scientists
is dead,

and I suspect that they died
right under your nose.

Maybe the best of your abilities
isn't good enough.

Good afternoon.

- Bloody cheek.
- What's wrong?

- That policeman.
- The handsome one?

Yes, well,
he's no friend of ours.

Really?

We'll see about that.

I had a speaking engagement at
Melbourne University last night.

I left here at 5:00.
I was there by 6:00.

Mind if I pop this on, Doctor?

I spoke for an hour and
a quarter, then took questions.

And there were drinks
after the lecture.

- Sounds like a nice evening.
- Mm, let me tell you,

it got a hell of a lot better.

I spent some time
with a young lady.

Could I have her name?

I don't know her name.

We didn't exchange pleasantries.

When was the last time
that you spoke to Cecile?

Oh, I can't recall exactly.

Not a proper conversation,
anyway.

That heats up quite quickly.

Yes. I was planning
on getting rid of it, actually.

- It's always overheating.
- Oh.

Could be quite easy
to burn yourself on that.

- I suppose so.
- Cecile.

She had a burn on her leg
that looked remarkably similar

to that heater grille.

Well...

...now that I think about it,

Cecile did pop in last night,
just before I left.

I asked her to come
to the speaking engagement

- with me, actually.
- She declined?

She was devoted to her work
above all else.

Did that upset you when she
refused your invitation, Hans?

I can have any woman I like.

Except the one that you want.

Tea, anyone?

- Detective?
- No. He was just leaving.

- Thank you, sweetie.
- Thank you, Mr. Peterson,

for your time.
I appreciate that.

My constable will be
following up at the university.

That's what I like. Isn't it?

Mm.

- Two coffees, please, darling.
- Sure.

One of them's
for that dashing policeman.

- Make it strong.
- You think he's dashing?

- Don't you?
- Well, I hadn't really noticed.

Oh, sorry.

Ugh.
Disgusting thing.

Yes, I plan on giving it a wash.

- Mm.
- Sugar?

I have my own sweetener.

Thank you.

So, you left here at 8:00 p.m.?

Mm, and I was in my negligee
by 9:00.

- Alone?
- Unfortunately.

Mm. Mm.

Mm-hmm.

Could you tell me about
your relationship with Cecile?

She was very good to me.

She put me in charge of the lab.

But she
copped a lot of flak for it.

Mm. And who was upset
with her relationship

to put you in charge of the lab?

Hans didn't like it.

He felt like
he was being pushed out.

Now you tell me a secret.

Excuse me?

I'm sure
you have plenty of them,

Detective Steed.

Who are you working for?

Spacibo, my little Mishka.

Right on time.

This spying caper's
not very sophisticated,

- is it, Birdie?
- Oh, it rarely is.

- It's mostly daring.
- You ready?

Always.

I didn't realize it was so big.

That whole side,
that's where the magic happens.

- And you can't get in?
- I just nicked Malcolm's pass

for Samuel to copy tonight.

And I found a tape inside a can
of hairspray in Cecile's office.

It's in with the mug.

It's punch tape.

It's where
she would have stored the data.

- Right.
- Peregrine.

Thank you for doing this.

It's my job.

And don't trust anyone in there.

What's that?

You might have set an alarm off.
Quick! Quick!

Bloody hell!

Code red.
This is not a drill.

Code red.

What's going on?

- Lockdown!
- Oh.

♪ I got a funny kind of feeling
coming in my eyes ♪

Code red.

♪ Well, hair's getting long,
and my eyes turn blue ♪

- Whoa! Monsters!
- James!

I need to get out of here.

- What? Whoa! What are you doing?
- Whoo! Whoo!

- Aah!
- Whoo!

♪ I'm a wolfman, baby ♪

♪ If you see me on... ♪

I think that security guard's
after me.

- What man wouldn't be?
- Code Red.

- This is not a drill.
- Are you drunk?

No, no.

I am a little bit
slow off the mark.

I mean,
that's what Fleur says, anyway.

- What?
- With you.

- Shh!
- No, no.

No, I need
to tell you something.

- No, now is not the time, James.
- You make my job impossible.

- Well, I can't help that.
- Because whenever

you're in the room, I can't
concentrate on anything else.

Put this on.

What? No.
It's the truth, Peregrine.

Arm out.

Code Red.
This is not a drill.

Code Red.

Whoa!

There's a rainbow!
Look!

- Code Red. This is not a drill.
- This way.

Code Red.

- Monsters!
- No!

This way. Come with me.

Code Red.
This is not a drill.

Code Red.

Code Red.
This is not a drill.

Code Red.

They're talking to me.

The aliens!

- Come on.
- This is not a drill.

Code Red.

Everybody needs to leave.

Through that door.
Go now!

Code Red.
This is not a drill.

Code Red.

Come on.

Code Red.
This is not a drill.

Code Red.

Uhh!

We need to get far away
from here.

♪ Oh-oh-oh ♪

Mishka.
My little Mishka.

Why on earth
does he keep saying that?

- I have no idea.
- Whoa!

Oh, for God's sake.
Pull yourself together, man!

Pupil dilation.

I would say he's hallucinating.

- Does he take drugs?
- No!

I don't think so.

He did have coffee with Elaine.

- Which means?
- Well, I'm not sure,

but I need to find out
what that woman is up to.

- Do you have any updates for me?
- Oh, yes.

The blue flake? It appears
to contain a bacteria.

I'm trying to focus
on what kind.

It will take some time,
Peregrine,

but I have
several experiments running.

And we have the cup
for Hans' print.

And do you think
you could make a copy

of this for me by tomorrow?

We will let you know.

Great.

- You'll be okay?
- Yes, fine.

I just need to figure out
what to do with you.

Ohh!

Roarrr.

Roarrr!

You're just a little bear.
Bear-egrine.

There you are.

Here I am.

- Shh!
- What? James?

The walls are listening.

- What?
- Come here.

What?

Closer.

♪ Take my heart ♪

♪ And say we'll never ♪

- ♪ Part ♪
- ♪ Ba-ba-ba-ba ♪

♪ Bum ♪

♪ Ba-wa-wa-waa ♪

♪ Bum ♪

Mm, that was nice.

It was nice.

And I wasn't even hallucinating.

James?

James?

Okay.

This is Hans' print.

Excellent.

How does it work?

Well, uh, I adapted
an old photocopy machine.

Well, basically,
it keeps moving a partial print

over the top of a suspect's
by minute increments,

inching across it until it finds
a match of any section.

So it's like
a pattern-recognition machine.

Yes! Yes, but
a lot more sensitive than most.

Do you think the others know?

- About us?
- No. Why?

Did you... Did you want
to make a public announcement?

No.

It just feels like
we're keeping a secret.

Well, who isn't around here?

Birdie, most of all.

Maybe when she starts
to tell me her secrets,

I'll feel like telling her mine.

It looks like there might be

more than one set of prints
on here.

- Look.
- Huh.

Oh, well, let's check them all
while we're at it.

Thank you.

I'm glad about you
and Violetta.

You knew.

Of course.

- I am a spy.
- Mm.

And we're family.

Should we be notifying
any of Cecile's family?

Oh. She lost contact
with them years ago.

Always put her work first.

Not the first woman to do that.

Why were you so attached to her?

I had a debt to repay.

What?

- You wouldn't want to know.
- No.

I really do, Birdie.

You were away
for most of my childhood.

Mum and Dad
were so proud of you.

But I was...

I was completely in the dark
about my own sister's life.

Well, you were
my little brother.

- I didn't want to worry you.
- I'm not anymore!

You can tell me things.

Cecile and I
and two other agents,

we were in a car accident.

We were being pursued,
and we were driven off the road.

- Really?
- I was hurt, but I could walk,

and Cecile, uh,
well, she couldn't.

So she told me to go.

She begged me.

To leave her behind?

We were in danger
of being caught.

She insisted that I go
and think of the future, and...

...so I did.

I left her there.

Oh, Birdie.

Three years later, she turns up.

She wants to go to the beach.

She refused to tell me
what happened

when I left her there,
just lying...

Oh, Samuel.

Oh, Samuel.
Oh, I feel so guilty.

And she never...
She never, ever judged me.

You missed a button.

Oh.

And I thought
that you might need some lunch.

Thanks. Um...

Oh, my hat!

You probably left it
at the facility.

I'll find it for you.

I'd appreciate that.

I didn't do or say anything
inappropriate last night, did I?

No.
You were the perfect gentleman.

Good, because
I can't remember a thing.

Thank you.

Steed!

Oh, sir, how are you?

Where the bloody hell
were you yesterday?

Oh, I forgot to tell you, sir.

James called in
on his way home from work.

He was chasing up
Hans Peterson's alibi.

Good. Well?

Oh, well, they called back
after James had left.

Hans was at a place
called Pepper's.

- That's a brothel.
- Oh.

Did say he didn't know
the woman's name.

Hmm.

Oh, and this came for you, sir.
Registered post.

From National Security.

Oooh, goody!

Well?

A cup of tea?

Well, I cracked it.
It was a very complex code.

But now
I can't make head nor tail

of all the scientific equations
and all the graphs.

Was that all
from the punch tape?

Yes.
Yes, and I need Violetta to...

Oh, Violetta. I need your help
to decipher this.

Oh, of course.

We were analyzing
the fingerprints.

There was more than one set
of prints on the mug.

Yes, Hans' and mine.

There was a third print.

Someone else touched the rim.

Some...

Well, Elaine picked it up
from the trolley.

Well, this print
matches a fingerprint

that the police
took from the car.

But could it be an old print,
because they were colleagues?

Well, it's possible,
but it's unlikely.

You see, the fingerprint was
inside the driver's window.

Elaine?

No, there's no way
that Elaine could have moved

Cecile's body into that car
by herself.

Oh, wonderful.

Oh, there's more than one
mad scientist in that place.

Now, I have a friend

who's finding out what he can
about that facility.

Who?

He was Cecile and my...

He was our handler.

Oh, the kettle's boiling.

- She's a woman of mystery.
- Mm.

I should get to work.

Ah! Well, in that case,
here is your pass.

Access all areas.

- Thank you.
- Good luck.

- Steed!
- Sir.

Do you believe

- in extraterrestrials?
- Extraterrestrials, sir?

What if I told you
about the night

my mate Larry and I
went fishing on Lake Eildon.

- Mm-hmm.
- It was cold as ice. It was...

It was pitch black, there was
not a soul around, and...

then, suddenly, whoo!

There was these three
bright beams of light.

And this sound.

Mawww!
Mawww!

And I looked up, and then
I looked down into the water,

and then I slowly looked back,

and then, suddenly,
there it was...

- a bloody UFO!
- Geez.

Gotcha!

Ohh!

- Bloody UFOs!
- Oh.

- Do you believe in them?
- No, sir.

These pansy scientists do.

According to this file,

that's what they're
investigating... UFOs.

- They're just trying to fob us off.
- Cityside Police Station.

But they can't
do that. This is murder.

- Peregrine?
- Not a bloody alien attack.

- Of course it is, sir.
- So, what have we got?

- That Hans character?
- Peterson?

- Who was in the knock shop.
- Yes.

- Is he off the list?
- No, not definitely.

Well, who else you got?

Malcolm Levine,
head of security.

- And Elaine Montgomery.
- A woman?

Younger colleague
of the deceased.

Hmm. What's she done?

She went to some lengths to
dissuade me from the case, sir.

And I've just heard Elaine's
fingerprints match

those found in the car
at the crime scene.

Is that right?

Well, let's go rattle
some cages!

Good morning.
I have something for Elaine.

No one tells me

where I can and can't go.

Now, stop right there!

Take me to Elaine Montgomery.
I'm placing her under arrest.

You can't just barge in here!

I have the authority
to place you under arrest!

Oh, I'd like to see you try.

Excuse me.
Did Elaine come through here?

Can't say I've seen her.

Idiot.

Where the hell is she?

She'd better be in here.

It's this way, sir.

Shortbread?

Why are there so many corridors?

What kind
of wild-goose chase are we on?

If my superiors hear about this,
there'll be hell to pay.

Getting tired of hearing
your voice, Levine.

Perhaps we should take a moment
to just reconsider our stra...

strategy.

What the bloody hell is this?

That's Elaine, sir.
Our suspect.

She's dead.

Her skull's broken.

No.

Oh, Elaine, no.

I need you to step out now,
Charles.

As if one dead body
wasn't bad enough.

You can forget about keeping

a low profile now, Levine.

I gave up on that
when your brigade showed up,

- flashing your badges around.
- Are either of you interested

in the fact this poor woman
has been murdered?

A word.

You're outside
your jurisdiction.

I saw the file on outer space,
and your name is all over it.

That intel is a firsthand
account, and it's classified.

My man here
is gonna find a killer.

A real, live human one.
Not a little blue man.

And if you get in his way,
I swear to God,

I will turn you upside down
and inside out

in front of the whole country.

I'll get your ugly mug
on the telly.

That'd be funny, wouldn't it?

- Shh!
- Oh, what the hell?!

I came in just before you did.

- Oh!
- Steed!

Sir.

Tell Mr. Levine what you need.

I need full access
to Elaine's office

and any other personal effects

that she may have had
on the premises.

Thank you, sir.

Well, don't let me down.

I've stuck my neck out for you.

Just what I need.

- Ow! Oh!
- You look stuck.

- No! No, I'm fine.
- Here. Take my hand.

- No, honestly.
- Come on.

I don't need your help.
Um...

Do you think
it was the same person

who killed Cecile and Elaine?

Elaine could have been
an accomplice in the car,

and then she decided
to inform on the killer.

And now the killer's trying
to cover his or her tracks.

Well, we need to look
through Elaine's office.

Roarrr!

- Sound familiar?
- No.

Hmm.

This whole office
has been stripped.

Just like Cecile's.

Rosemarie.
Are you all right?

She was a stupid fool.

Were you friends with Elaine?

No, I was not.

But to die like that...

Not good.

No, it's not good.

I wonder what she was doing
in the wet lab.

Always hiding there, alone.

I hear her talking to someone,
but they never talk back.

Can you account for your time
in the hours

leading up to Elaine's murder?

I was manning the front desk.

You and your boss man
saw me there.

Then tell me this.

The night Cecile Armand died,
how in the hell did someone

get a body out of this building
without your knowledge?

I'm not here 24 hours.

What about
your security card readers?

They're everywhere. They don't
go out of some sort of log?

- No.
- What about your cameras?

I don't think you understand

the idea of a covert facility.

What about that one?

How'd you go with her?

She started the day
after Cecile was found.

Yes, but maybe she was sent in
to finish the job.

I don't get the impression
that she's involved.

If I could put her
in a room with my people,

they would make her talk.

Leave her to me.

What was she hiding?

Of course!

Are you talking to yourself?

No, but I think
that somebody else was.

- Can you catch it?
- I could try.

I think this belonged to Elaine.

- Ready?
- Ready.

Oh!

Whatever it is,
Elaine didn't want

anybody else to know about it.

When I think back
on all the places

I used to send you to,
the things I asked you to do...

We both loved it.

I realize with Cecile's passing
that I never thanked her.

- Or you.
- Oh.

She was the brains
of the outfit.

- I was just...
- Always protecting her

with your own life,
time and again.

Not this time.

Birdie.

I need to fix this.

There's a lot of chatter
on the wires.

A lot of interest from overseas
on the facility's experiment.

From what I can gather,

it's a sort
of chemical weapons testing.

High stakes.

Mm. If people are prepared
to murder for it.

Well, whatever
they've got in there,

all the agencies
want to know about it.

Not a lot of detail.

But it should help.

Thank you, Arthur.

Elaine had
hidden this in the wet lab.

It's a long-range
radio transmitter.

So this can send messages
across the world?

To anyone else who has one.

I'm more familiar
with the R-354.

- Mm, yes, the Bumblebee.
- Yes, yes, yes.

But this...
this is definitely Soviet.

Soviet?

Well, that might explain
this Russian bear

that I found on Elaine's desk.

Ah. That'd explain
the "Mishka" babble

- that James was going on about.
- "Mishka" means "bear"

in Russian.

Elaine must have been
less careful

after she gave Detective Steed
the hallucinogenic.

Rosemarie said that Elaine
was always talking to somebody.

She was sending messages
to the Russians.

She was a spy?

According to my source,
everyone wanted

to get their hands
on the same thing...

whatever is in that lab.

But this is the information

that Cecile had stored
on the punch tape.

It's notes for an experiment
she was working on

- called Azure 693.
- Azure.

According to Cecile's tape,

she caught Elaine
transmitting results

that implied
Azure 693 was a failure.

So Cecile knew that Elaine
was working for the Russians?

Yes, yes. And there's
someone else involved, as well.

Elaine's lover.

I just don't have the name.

Well, I need to find out who.

Azure.
Azure is a kind of blue,

- isn't it?
- It is.

Like the fish
and that blue flake.

I need to get some azure.

Yeah, but just don't touch it,
Peregrine.

We don't know what it is yet.

This is bigger
than just solving a murder.

We all realize that, don't we?

I'm starting to get
that impression.

Will you please, please,
just be very careful?

Right.

Quickly,
before Sparrow comes back.

Come here.

Now, you were saying...
the Russians?

Yes, and that blue stuff
that we found near the baths...

It's all connected
to this top-secret experiment

called Azure 693.

Where did you get all that from?

From Cecile's tape
and Birdie's spy friend.

And the Bumblebee.

Well, it's not
quite a Bumblebee,

but that thing that we found
in Elaine's wet lab.

This is all completely bonkers.

But you do believe me?

Given past events.

Sparrow's got a classified file
about UFO sightings

and a girl that went missing
a couple of months ago.

Malcolm's name...
It's all over it.

UFOs?

Well, that, I don't believe.

Sparrow thinks
it's a smokescreen

for whatever
they're really up to.

As much as I hate to admit it,
I agree with him.

Oh, now, that is spooky.

Oh!

Um, am I interrupting?

- No.
- 'Course not.

Mm. Well, before you continue
whatever you were doing,

here's the UFO file, if you feel
like scaring yourself to death.

Tea?

Coffee?

Scotch Finger?

Tea?

What are you doing in here?
Get out!

- But I just...
- Out!

Okay.

The cleaner!

Ahh!

Bingo.

If this blue goo is Azure 693,
I managed to break it down.

It's sourced
from deep-sea algae

collected
in the stomachs of fish.

Fish guts?

I saw some in one
of the covert labs.

It has properties similar to LSD

and appears to be
some sort of hallucinogen.

That must be what Elaine
gave to Detective Steed.

What's the connection between
the Russians and hallucinogens?

Well, I don't know
about the Russians,

but the CIA were testing LSD
as a truth serum.

Yes. It's a very useful weapon
of war.

Mm, it proved very unreliable.

It caused a psychosis
in some of the volunteers.

It was shut down about,
uh, a year ago.

And perhaps popped up again
in Australia.

Did Cecile work for the CIA?

She would never.

There is
something else in Cecile's notes

that I couldn't
quite understand.

It says that one of her subjects
went missing.

Sparrow got his hands on a file
about a missing girl.

Her name is Tanya.

Wait. Go back one.

There!

That's it.

"Girl disappears.
Possible abduction."

They're blaming the boyfriend,
Tommy Vorton.

"I know no one believes me,

but something took her away
that night,

and, one day,
they'll bring her back."

He's trying to blame
someone else for the abduction.

He said "something,"
not "someone."

And what about the last line?

"I'm not the only one
who's seen things.

They can't keep
all of us quiet."

I need to talk to Tommy.

Have you ever wondered
about the universe?

Like, I mean, just really
thought about what's out there?

Maybe aliens.

Or thousands of living things
on other planets.

Someone somewhere could be
standing on their planet

right now,
doing what we're doing.

- What is it we're doing?
- They're staring up at the stars

and wondering if we're here.

Well, I...

Or maybe we're just alone.

But if you think about it,
you're only really alone

until you start
to look for someone.

And then you find them.

And your whole world
just flips on its head.

Which is not always
such a bad thing.

You've been very strange lately.

Stop here.

This is where I brought Tanya.

It's lovely.

I asked her
to come away with me.

They all said that I killed her.

Buried her somewhere
in those trees.

I know that that's not true.

Tommy, do you know
if Tanya was ever part

of a testing program?

Like a volunteer?

What kind of testing?

A new drug the government

was experimenting with.

Maybe a... a blue powder
or a tablet?

I-I don't know
anything about that.

I remember there was a kind
of blue rash on her arm.

A rash?

Yeah, like...
more like flaky blue skin.

Like a... like a lizard.

You must miss her.

All the time.

She called me once

a few weeks
after she disappeared.

- Really?
- I could hardly hear her.

There was this alarm
going off.

Whoop! Whoop!

Whoop!

I think she was
on a space station.

♪ I'm a real wild child ♪

♪ I meet all the guys,
I'm gonna meet all the chicks ♪

♪ Shiver and shake
until I get-a my kicks ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm a wild one ♪

♪ Ooh, yay, I'm a wild one ♪

♪ Ooh, baby, gonna break loose ♪

♪ I'm gonna keep her
moving wild ♪

♪ I'm gonna keep her shaking,
baby ♪

♪ I'm a real wild child ♪

♪ Give me a chick
that's all my own ♪

♪ Shake her till the meat
comes off of the bone ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm a wild one ♪

♪ Ooh, yay, I'm a wild one ♪

♪ Ooh, baby, gonna break loose ♪

♪ I'm gonna keep her
moving wild ♪

♪ I'm gonna keep her shaking,
baby ♪

♪ I'm a real wild child ♪

Let's go now!

♪ Well, I'm just out of school,
like, I'm real, real cool ♪

♪ Got to shake ♪

♪ Got the message
that I got to be alive ♪

♪ I'm a wild one ♪

♪ Ooh, whoa, I'm a wild one ♪

♪ Ooh, baby, gonna break loose ♪

♪ I'm gonna keep her
moving wild ♪

♪ I'm a wild, wild,
wild, wild, wild ♪

♪ Shake it, shake it,
shake it, shake ♪

♪ Shake her till the meat
comes off of the bone ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm a wild one ♪

♪ Ooh, yay, I'm a wild one ♪

♪ Ooh, baby, gonna break loose ♪

♪ I'm gonna keep her
moving wild ♪

♪ I'm gonna keep her shaking,
baby ♪

Hi.

- Tanya?
- ♪ Love me, honey ♪

♪ I'm a real wild child ♪

♪ Squeeze-a me, baby ♪

♪ I'm a real wild child ♪

♪ Come on over, darling ♪

♪ I'm a real wild child ♪

Oh, boy, it's hot in here!

It has to be... for my skin.

Stops it from getting worse.

What's wrong with it?

I got it from a UFO.

When you were with Tommy?

Tommy?

Is he here?

No. Remember, you called him
on the phone.

Is he a scientist?

Have you been staying here,
Tanya?

Yes. I have to stay safe
so I can help the scientists.

Which scientists?

I don't remember their names.

There was
this one lady scientist.

She was really nice.

But she stopped coming
to visit me, though.

- Cecile?
- Yes!

Cecile!

I'm gonna help them all
by saving the world!

That's a big job for one girl.

Yes, but...

...when they cure me,

then we'll all be safe again.

- From the UFO?
- Yes.

Will you dance with me?

Uh, I'd love to,
but I can't right now.

Please!
I'm all on my own.

Tanya, who gave you
those carnations?

Oh, they're lovely, aren't they?

My special friend Rosemarie
gave them to me.

She said they were from Cecile.

Why don't you come with me?

Oh, no, no.
I-I can't do that.

I have to stay warm
so I stay alive.

If I get cold,
all of me will turn blue!

Okay. Okay.

I'm coming back again.

I promise.

- Okay.
- Mm-hmm?

Yeah.

You're not a cleaner, are you?

And you are not a tea lady.

Why have
you been holding Tanya here?

- To help her.
- Well, it doesn't look like it.

The poor girl's half-mad.

It will take time to fix.

Tanya said that Cecile
was helping her.

Were you working together?

I will not speak
while you point that gun at me.

You lose.

Wait!

Cecile and me,

we met in Europe in the war,

and, later,
she helped me escape.

So you're an illegal alien.

I am doctor,
but without any papers,

- I am cleaner.
- Let me get this straight.

You've been testing
this truth serum on students,

and Tanya had a bad reaction
to it?

I help with her skin.

Without a cure, she could die.

So, here, I test my medicines
to help her.

What they do to Tanya...
very wrong.

- You disagreed with Cecile?
- No.

Cecile,
she know it was wrong, too.

She test Tanya's skin.

Yes, there was a flake of it

caught in her hair
when she died.

She died because
she tried to make them stop.

After they bring Tanya in, uh...

What you say...

A helicopter?

The UFO.

No UFOs.

That was military rubbish
so they hide

what they do to Tanya
with those pills.

Because everyone's more afraid
of Martians

than they are of bad people.

Who brought her in here?

Malcolm?

But he just follows orders.

Orders? From who?

The Americans.

If you pull out
your support now,

my work is all for nothing.

I don't take orders from you!

You'll regret this.

No.

You picked the wrong team, mate.

And so Cecile tried
to shut down the experiment.

She wanted that girl
to get help.

So, who is working
for the Americans?

Well, Rosemarie suspected Elaine
at first,

but it has to be
someone else on the inside.

It has to be.

You know,
I heard somebody whistling

"The Star-Spangled Banner."

It's a very difficult tune
to whistle.

I'm just saying
it would take some commitment.

Elaine's lover, whoever he is,

perhaps he found out that
she was spying for the Russians,

and

Hans has quite a way
with the ladies.

And his heater does match
the mark on Cecile's leg.

Malcolm and Elaine seemed close,

but I did see Charles
whispering in her ear.

And what about this poor girl?

Well, whoever it is,
they need her alive.

Don't they?

No.

Not if they can't find a cure.

Tanya ruins
the whole experiment.

Tanya's disease
proves that Azure 693

is as much a poison
as it is a truth serum.

And if the killer thinks the
police are about to arrest him,

he certainly doesn't need Tanya
anymore, does he?

I need to get her
out of there, and fast.

I followed up

on Charles Naylor's alibi
at Golden Pins.

Very strange way
of answering the telephone...

X9X9.

- Come again?
- That's what they said.

Steed, get down
to that facility.

X9X9... That's CIA code.

Go and find out
what the hell they're up to.

Peregrine!

What are you doing here?

I need to find out why the CIA

would be giving Charles
an alibi.

The CIA.

I need to get Tanya out of here.

The girl that went missing?

They've locked her up here
because she proves

that their drug is harmful.

- Where is she?
- In the basement.

But I need you to keep the coast
clear so I can get her out.

- Peregrine!
- Please!

Mr. Levine. Could you take me
to Charles Naylor?

Uh, I'll see if he's in.
Just wait a moment.

No, just take me to him, please.

Help me!

Tanya?

Help me!

Tanya!

He said he was gonna kill me.

It's Charles, isn't it?

He said
he was gonna help me with that.

But he wants to kill me.

I know it!

Azure 693.

Tanya!

You have a very diverse
set of skills for a tea lady.

Not as many as you
and your CIA friends.

Cecile found out
that you and Elaine

were up to no good, didn't she?

Cecile was a nice woman,

but she didn't understand
the true value of her work.

Of course she did.
She was a brilliant scientist.

She just wasn't prepared
to sacrifice Tanya's life

for the sake
of her own ambition.

But you didn't care, did you?

Oh!

Nobody needed
to know about Tanya's reaction

to the testing.
It was just a bit of bad luck.

Well, you've had a lot of bad
luck when it comes to women,

haven't you, Charles?

Elaine was your girlfriend,
wasn't she?

I saw the way you were
with each other.

How humiliating
to have discovered

that she was actually a double
agent working for the Russians,

while you were working
for the Americans.

You were their man
on the inside, weren't you?

Aah!

They took advantage
of your blind ambition.

They found out about Tanya,
and you helped them cover it up

with that silly story
about her being taken by a UFO.

It's a UFO!

You would have done
anything for them, wouldn't you?

Including hiding Tanya,
killing Elaine.

That's why you set off
the alarm.

You wanted us all
out of the facility.

Everybody needs to leave.

Through that door.
Go now!

I wasn't gonna let her beat me.

Poor Cecile.

Please!

Charles!

Charles!

Please!

You froze her to death
in the iso chamber

while she tried
to scratch her way out.

You women.

You don't understand
what real loyalty is.

Well, you didn't have
much better luck

with the men, did you?

You thought Malcolm was on
your side, but he turned on you.

I don't work for you.

- You'll regret this.
- No.

You picked the wrong team, mate.

I don't need to be a part
of this place.

It's a backwater
in the arse end of the universe.

Well, considering you haven't
been able to make Azure 693 safe

without Cecile or Elaine,

I'm not sure what part
of the universe

is gonna want you, Charles.

You're just not up to it.

Aah!

Get off me!

No one can hear you scream.

Hey!

I will admit I needed
your help that time.

Thank you.

Any time.

What will I do now?

I just spoke
to my colleague Birdie Birnside

on the telephone.

She's been decoding
some of Cecile's work notes.

- Cecile's experiments?
- Yes.

She thinks that Tanya's skin
might be helped by a parasite.

Apparently Cecile
hit on the idea

that this parasite might cure
the Azure infection.

I can try.
For Tanya.

Well, I think
that's a great idea.

You need to see Birdie
at the Adventuresses' Club.

She'll fill you in.

She was one
of Cecile's closest friends.

And she'd also like
to help you try

and get work as a doctor again.

Peregrine.

Oh.

Thank you.

You're very brave.

Well, I think you've been
the brave one, Tanya.

Hmm?

Arthur.

How the hell do you do that?

Training.

A flutter in the breeze.

A ripple on the surface
of a whiskey glass.

My sixth sense,

as Cecile used to call it.

I wish it had helped me
on the night she died.

Would you consider coming
back into the fold, Birdie?

Is that an invitation?

Well, things are starting to
heat up in Southeastern Asia.

We could use a good woman
on the ground.

Just let me sit on that
for a while.

So, this is
where it all started.

Mm.
Have you ordered one in,

or do the flying saucers just
show up at regular intervals?

I think
you just have to be open to it.

Ah! Obviously where I'm going
wrong with the whole thing.

What's that?

- What?
- O-Over there.

Where?

- Oh, no!
- Aah!

James!

- That was ridiculous.
- Gotcha.

Well, now it's my turn
to get you.

- Hmm?
- You may have said something...

inappropriate when you were
under the influence.

Do you mean in the cupboard?

I thought you said
you couldn't remember anything.

- I can't. Just bits.
- Oh.

But I, um, wasn't myself.

Well, maybe you were, and
you're not being yourself now.

- Huh?
- That concoction

- that Elaine gave you.
- Yeah?

It was a truth serum.