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-You put the line in the water, and wait.

-For what?

-For the fish to bite.

-Bite what?

-The bait.

-It seems very inefficient.

-One quick pulse from me, and you'd have a sack full of fish.

-And you'd miss the thrill.

-I don't get it.

-Halt. Halt.

-Oh, great.

Here's trouble.

-Where are you off to, sunshine?

-You have no right to interrogate a citizen--

-We're going fishing.

-Fishing?

What's this fishing?

-A human pastime of monumental stupidity.

They put a line in the water and wait for a fish to bite it.

-I don't get it.

-You and me both, brother. -Humans.

When will they learn?

K9: Morons.

Those cyborgs give all us robots a bad name.

-Now, there's a line you don't hear every day.

-This fishing's going to be easier than I thought.

-No.

It shouldn't be like this.

They're supposed to be swimming.

-I don't like their chances.

-Stop!

My olfactory receptors detect an unsafe substance.

-What is it?

-I cannot easily recognize the substance.

-Ah!

-Oh, sorry, K9.

Didn't see you.

What's doing this?

JORJIE: [RAPPING] Mister, if you twist it at the chickah it's

a fast breaking bone shaking shaker.

Shake a credit, make a sister tell that mister he can not

miss it if he twist it at the chickah.

It's a fast breaking bone shaking shaker.

Shake a credit, make a sister tell that mister he--

-Blood of Pythagoras.

Darius, what are you doing?

-Well, it's just that-- I thought that these might

be interesting to have a look at.

Um-- It might be fun to try and--

GRYFFEN: Read?

-Yeah. Yeah, read.

That's it.

-Darius, the last time I saw you with a book,

you were using it as a cricket bat.

You weren't going to try to sell those, were you?

-Sell?

No.

-Pick them up.

And take them back to the library.

-OK.

JORJIE: It's a fast breaking bone shaking shaker.

Shake a credit, make a sister tell that mister he gonna

blister if he twister, I said chickah,

it's a fast breaking bone shaking--

-Jorjie.

-I said shake it. It's a fast--

-Jorjie. -Ah!

Sorry, I didn't hear you.

-Obviously.

Shouldn't you be at ballet class, or something?

-No, it's wing chun kung fu on Thursdays.

Right after lacrosse training.

Oh, and soccer training.

-Have you ever considered voice training?

-Oh, really? You think that I--

-No.

-Uh, did you want something, professor?

-Just keep-- keep it down a notch.

-Sorry. Right.

So what killed it?

-Definitely poison. Something highly toxic.

-What the Heisenberg?

Where did you find this?

-Starkey found it.

By the river.

-It's a most unusual chemical composition.

Starkey, can you run these valences through our database?

-Sure, prof.

-This cycle of rasinic biphenyl is

virtually unknown in our solar system.

Welcome to Earth.

Welcome to Earth. -It's a fish.

-Yes, but the toxins on its scales

are definitely extraterrestrial.

-That must be going around.

I just saw these little guys that

looked like they came from another galaxy.

-Oh, where?

In the street?

What is wrong with K9?

-Get affluent from the river.

It's getting me brief.

-Hop up here, and let me take a look, K9.

Oh, phew.

I say.

-Oh, that's typical.

Every time there's a bad smell, blame the dog.

-Ha ha. Yeah.

-We have a match.

Chenium.

-Chenium?

-What is Chenium?

-Chenium is a byproduct from the manufacture of Qualon 37.

-Qualon 37.

Of course.

Why didn't you say?

Well, at least that clears that up.

-Qualon 37 is used in the manufacturer

of interdimensional spacecraft, and its Chenium

byproduct is highly corrosive.

-Highly.

-It's also a devastating long term environmental degrader.

-If this builds up in the food chain,

85% of all life forms in the Thames valley will die.

-Whoa.

We're lucky they're not making Qualon 38.

-They have information we need.

-Yes, sir.

-And they're withholding it.

That in itself is a crime.

-But we haven't given them anything

to eat or drink for three days now.

-Clearly that's not working, so be a little more persuasive!

-Inspector.

What are you doing here?

-I may well ask the same question of you.

-This is our alien technology archive, so I'm often here.

Because this is my jurisdiction, but not yours.

-Have you finished?

-Actually, no.

I need to speak to you about the actions

of your special security unit.

-Hand picked by me.

Every one of them.

-Our tripwire sensors have picked up

inconclusive alien traces in NW 12.

And when I dispatched my hunter killer squad,

they were turned back by your unit.

-I think you can rest easy.

My elite unit should be more than a

match for any inconclusive aliens.

-Alien intrusion has priority over all other department

business.

If my unit is blocked again, I shall

have to lodge a report with Lomax.

-That would be unfortunate.

-Sir, [inaudible]--

-All right, inspector.

I will instruct my elite unit not

to upset any of your grunts.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got rather a lot

to get through.

-So this is where the poison's entering the river.

-Careful.

My sensors indicate concentration of Chenium

at dangerous levels.

If it goes on at this rate, there

won't be any life forms left.

-Who are they?

-Hey!

-Whoa.

Who put the world on spin cycle?

There's something wrong with my eyes.

-Nothing permanent, I'm happy to say.

Just a shocking case of vertigo.

It may take a while, but your balance

and eyesight should return to normal.

-Thank heavens.

You shouldn't put yourself in danger like that, Starkey.

-I'm fine.

No, I'm not.

-Just in case, hm?

-So help me, here.

What species of space manner was that?

-I have them on file.

Calling it up now.

-What is it?

-No infrared heat signature.

No pulse.

-No vital signs at all.

-So you mean they're not alive?

-Not life as we know it.

So they could be ghosts.

-Ghosts.

Scary monsters.

-You're not really making this any easier for me.

-They are Medes. They are from the planet Mediat.

They're great voyagers, and great practitioners

of avatar projection.

-Which is what?

-It means if they can't be somewhere,

they can combine their powers and send a hologram as proxy.

-I'm getting a headache.

Is anyone else getting a headache?

-We'll have to get out there.

As soon as my head stops spinning.

-No way.

We have to go now.

-We know where the outfall is, so all we have to go

is to follow the drain to its source.

-We?

What do you mean, we?

I think this is a job for you, K9.

I'm happy to leave this whole thing

in your very capable paws.

-Come on, Darius.

Be a man.

-He doesn't do impressions.

-Are you OK?

You're smoking.

-Yes.

Filthy habit.

-No, serious.

It can only get worse from there.

-I have the advantage of being. anaerobic,

so it means I won't asphyxiate.

-OK.

So as you go through the drains, we'll

follow you through the streets.

GRYFFEN: Are you ready?

-K9 is standing by, Gryffen.

K9: Let's rock and roll.

-Where does he pick up these expressions?

-He's got 5,000 movies on his hard drive.

-He should right for a rainy day.

-Take care, K9.

-If you get into trouble, yell.

-It's uncomfortable, but not terminal.

[static]

-You're dropping out, K9.

Repeat, please.

-I'm fine, Starkey.

STARKEY: Don't take any unnecessary risks.

-I'm at a fork in the system.

Hello?

[static]

-Say again, K9?

We're losing you.

[static]

-If it's too tough, just get out of there.

-Have we lost something, inspector?

-Yes.

I have, actually.

Isn't that the schematic of the fallen angel that crash landed

a month ago, and disappeared under mysterious circumstances?

-Certainly looks like it, yeah.

-What's your interest in it?

-Doesn't the whole department want to know where it is?

-What's that feature detail?

-I haven't the faintest idea.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got other things to attend to.

-If you are found to be implicated

in the disappearance of that starship--

-My, you are in a chatty mood.

-Are they cooperating?

-Not yet, sir.

-I want results before the end of the day.

-Are you authorizing torture, sir?

-Such an ugly word.

Why don't you surprise me?

-Gryffen?

Are you there?

-I'll be right down.

Jorjie, your mother's downstairs.

Are you sure you had today free?

-Uh-- well, technically--

-That's what I thought.

Can you take over?

I can't let June see what's going on.

-This is a surprise.

-I need your help.

-What am I looking at?

-It's a Mede spaceship blueprint.

-Fascinating.

And this small instrument?

-That's a molecular refractor.

-How did you come by this?

-Drake's doing something with it.

I think I even know where.

-But why would the Department want to--

-It's not the Department.

It's Drake.

-But isn't his jurisdiction security?

Control of us?

Of our minds?

-It's a Mede starcraft, Gryffen.

I mean, think about it.

A functioning Mede starship can dematerialize.

And that molecular refractor is part

of the technology in vanishment, I'm sure.

-Uh-huh.

So Drake could eavesdrop anywhere

without being seen, even by Lomax.

-Mm.

The ultimate dream for Drake.

To spy with impunity. -Be afraid.

Be very afraid.

-We've got to stop him.

-K9, we need input.

Where are you?

-The fumes have attacked my intertial compass.

-That reception is bad, K9.

Say it again.

-I'm coming through a 90 degree turn.

I'll have to backtrack.

You-- [static]

-Look over there.

That's gotta be it.

-Oh. Yeah.

-Oh.

-Professor?

-It's me.

The professor's downstairs, talking to your mother.

-Does she know I'm here?

-I don't think so.

-Do you think we should keep going?

-Of course.

Poor K9 is swimming through Chenium.

DARIUS: My advice is that we hang back.

We can get the lay of the land without getting involved.

-I'm going in.

-No, Jorjie, wait!

I'll save you if anything happens.

-As you can see, when I switch to infrared,

there's no body heat.

-Then this is an example of Mede non-physical presence.

-Why would the Mede use a holographic projection

if they can physically vanish and reappear?

-I think it's got something to do with the refractor, which

they no longer have access to.

-Mm.

-Professor, tell her.

K9 is heading into danger.

You've got to tell her.

-Darius, K9, and, uh, Jorjie are, um,

out trying to track down the source of the pollution.

And the direction they're heading is Northwest 12.

-You mean you let them go?

Into harm's way?

-Hopefully K9 is doing all the dirty work.

-Patch us through. Now.

Jorjie?

-Mom?

-Where are you?

-I'm not sure.

It looks like an old factory, or some kind of--

-Listen to me. Get out of there.

Now.

-Hello, hello.

What's all this, then?

What's all this, then?

JUNE: Do you hear me?

[chanting]

JUNE: Jorjie!

Jorjie!

[static]

-June--

-I'm coming, too!

-You've barely had time to recover.

-I can manage.

-Why can't I just be afraid of spiders?

-The craft is ready board, sir.

-Let's do it.

-Yes, sir.

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-What are you doing?

-I saw it on a movie once.

Just hold still, yeah?

-Ew!

Gross.

Stop it.

Stop it!

Yuck!

-Do you have a better idea?

-No.

K9: Do you copy?

Starkey? Anybody?

Starkey?

-K9.

I can't understand you.

K9: Anyone?

I'd even take Darius.

Hello?

-Severe electromagnetic static.

[static garbles]

-K9, is that you?

Picking up some weird interference.

[static garbles]

-K9, when all this is over, you must

let me check your voice motherboard.

K9, what is happening to you?

K9, get a grip!

[static garbles]

-K9.

Do you read me?

K9: Yes, Gryffen.

The Medes are leading me to the source of the pollution.

-Did you say Medes?

-Affirmative.

-K9, I think the Chenium fumes are messing with your mind.

-Pour.

K9: OK.

I'm inside the facility.

Looks like they've started the casting.

GRYFFEN: Can you see Darius and Jorjie?

-Stand by.

I thought only dogs said hello like that.

-K9!

-You all right?

-Get us out of here.

-Run!

-Run for it!

And don't stop until you're over the fence.

I'll hold them off.

-Hey!

Stop them!

JUNE: Hold it right there.

-Mom?

-Command override, Turner Jane. Dash 265 delta.

I don't know whether to thank you or ground you for a month.

-Uh, the first one?

-How are those burns?

-Coping. How is your balance?

-Better.

Well done on everything, K9.

-A shared triumph.

Starkey, can you assist me to give this piece of Mede

equipment back to its rightful owners?

They're waiting for it down below.

-And what are they doing there?

-Somebody who sounds remarkably like Drake locked them away.

-And I suspect he's holding their space

vessel in Sector Z15?

-I hope you're not going to prevent

them from returning home?

-Not that I need to explain myself

to an interfering delinquent-- I want

that Mede starship off our planet.

The sooner the better.

-They'll be very grateful for that.

But they told me they want to do something before they leave.

-What's that?

-Commando override, Turner J. Stand down.

You came in peace, so I must apologize to you

for what you've been subjected to.

I would like to return this.

I've seen to it.

It can't be duplicated again.

I accept that your spacecraft has been illegally

corralled by as yet unknown persons.

I hope that you'll be able to return to it now

that you've got the molecular refractor back.

And you are, of course, free to go immediately.

-Safe journey, guys.

-They say they have one more thing

to do before they go home.

-Good as new, K9.

-Wow.

Look at that.

-It's their spaceship.

They're going home.

-Well, that was an awesome day. Do you want to go fishing?

-Young master, I don't think so.

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