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♪ This is my plan... ♪

♪ Kiss for the lo... ♪

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?

There! Can you see it?

What is that?

We're getting out of here - now.

It's here!

It's a UFO!

They're here! They're coming!

Tanya!

Tanya?!

- Tanya!
- Tommy!

Come back!

Tanya! Tanya?!

Where's Cecile? I thought
she was due here an hour ago.

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

Sunday, 5PM, no matter what.

Well, I've just made another batch
of her favourite 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's invasion ship.

Peregrine!

- I need to get somewhere quickly!
- What is it, Birdie?

It's a telex from Cecile!
She needs me!

OK, 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.

Oh, no!
Try not to touch anything, Birdie.

What can you see?

I'm not sure.

- Oh, Birdie!
- No, I'm alright.

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 you can
climb all over my crime scene.

It's Birdie's best friend.

My deep condolences, Miss 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?

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 ice-box,

and I found this in her hair.

Oh, 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.
- Mmm.

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 going
to 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 way.

Hello?

Hello?

Tea? Coffee? Scotch Finger?

May I help you?

Yes. I have an appointment with
Cecile Armand to see the facility.

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

Are you alright, um... Margaret?

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

Come on, move this along, please.

Invisible woman.

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

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

Ms Fisher! 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 murdered 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 Miss 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.

OK, what I want to know is how
she could have been frozen so fast

between sending that telex
and ending up dead in her 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.

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

- The facility's closed...
- I'd appreciate some cooperation.

Where are you from?

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

You're ticklish!
You're ticklish!

Oh! Good.
You've developed the photos.

Yes, I did... er, indeed.

Well, these marks on Cecile's legs,
I suspect they're burn marks.

I thought she was frozen.
Is it an ice burn?

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?

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.

Ahh, I already like you better.

Aunty 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'd 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-hm.

No, no, just top that one up.
I don't like to share.

Good girl.

- Avoid him, if you can, sweetie.
- Yeah, 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?

Aunty Madge said
that she was really lovely.

She was.

Bit of a stickler, perhaps,
but a good microbiologist.

This is your space?

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

OK, and your position...

Oh! Er, Scotch Finger?

Hey, it's me.

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

The 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.

- Well...
- I'll get you a phone number now.

He seems very full of himself.

He said the iso chamber is this way.

What a mess! What happened here?

Oh!

Oh, it's icy in here!

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

To death.

What's with all the blue?

- Peregrine.
- Mmm?

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

That's horrible!

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.

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. Oh!

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 look 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.

Oh, 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.

Oh!

Tea?

No?

Jeez!

- Who are you?
- Oh!

And where's Margaret?

I'm Margaret - Meg, actually.
Margaret's my aunty.

Second question.

Well, Aunty 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.

So, how long have you been
in Australia for?

Why you ask, girl?

My accent is not your business!

I'm sorry, I...

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.
- OK.

- But I apologised like a gentleman!
- Let go of my arm!

Make sure you don't go
repeating gossip.

Let go of my arm.

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.

And what about Charles?

His alibi checks out.

He was at the Golden Pins
Bowling Club from 3PM until 7PM

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.

That 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 can get him to test it.

- It can't hurt.
- Mmm.

First of all, Charles,
this is my decision, and second...

Just hold on.

Detective!

You people have been informed
to stay away.

Oh, stay away? From what?

That's classified information.

Mmm, 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,

then there were drinks
after the lecture.

Sounds like a nice evening.

Mmm, 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 grill.

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.

Admit it.

- Two coffees, please, darling.
- Sure.

One of them's for that dashing
policeman. Make it strong.

You think he's dashing?

Don't you?

Oh, well, I hadn't really noticed.

Oh, sorry!

Eugh! Disgusting thing.

- Yes, I plan on giving it a wash.
- Mmm.

- Sugar?
- I have my own sweetener.

Thank you.

So, you left here at 8PM?

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

Alone?

Unfortunately.

Mmm. Mmm.

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.

And who was upset
with her relationship

to put you in charge of the lab?

Hans didn't like it.

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?

Spasibo, my little mishka.

Right on time.

This spying caper's not very
sophisticated, is it, Birdie?

Oh, it rarely is.
It's mostly daring.

- Are you ready?
- Always.

I didn't realise 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, quick!

Bloody hell!

Code red.
This is not a drill. Code red.

- What's going on?
- Lockdown!

Oh!

♪ I got a funny kinda feelin'
comin' in my eyes... ♪

Code red.

♪ And my hair gets long
and my eyes turn blue... ♪

- Whoa! Monsters!
- James! I need to get out of here!

- Oh!
- What?

Whoa! What are you doing? Oh!

♪ I'm a wolf man.

♪ I'm a wolf man, baby

♪ You can 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.

What?

- With you.
- Shh!

What? No!
No, I need to tell you something.

No, now is not the time...

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.
Code red.

This way!

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!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Code red. This is not a drill.
Code red.

We need to get far away from here.

Mishka. My little mishka.

Why on earth does
he keep saying that?

I have no idea.

Whoa! Oh! Oh!

Oh, for god's sake!
Pull yourself together, man!

Pupil dilation.
I would say he's hallucinating.

Does he... 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's 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 OK?
- Yes, fine.

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

Rah!

You're just a little bear,
Peregrine.

- 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-bam

♪ Bam

♪ Oooooh
Wow-wow-wow-wow

♪ Ahhhh... ♪

Mmm, that was nice.

It was nice.

I wasn't even hallucinating.

James?

James?

OK, this is Hans's print.

Excellent.

How does it work?

Oh, well, I adapted
an old photocopy machine.

Well, basically,
it keeps moving a partial print

over the top of a suspect's by...
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.
- Hmm.

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.

Mmm.

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... 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 Peppers.

That's a brothel.

Oh.

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

Oh.

Oh, and this came for you, sir.

Registered post -
from National Security.

Oooh, goody!

Well?

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 analysing the fingerprints.

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

Yes, Hans's 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 the 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.

See, the fingerprint
was inside the driver's window.

Elaine?

Well, 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.

The kettle's boiling.

She's a woman of mystery.

Mmm. I should get to work.

Ahh, 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?

It was cold as ice.
It was pitch black.

There was not a soul around,

and then suddenly... whoosh!

There were these
three bright beams of light...

...and this sound.

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!

Jeez!

Gotcha!

- Bloody UFOs.
- Oh!

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

Well, these pansy scientists do.

According to this file, that's what
they're investigating - UFOs.

- They're just trying to fob...
- City South Police Station.

- 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.

Mmm. What's she done?

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

And I've just heard Elaine's
fingerprints matched 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?

I can't say I've seen her.

Idiot.

Where the hell is she?

She 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 reconsider our... strategy.

What the bloody hell is this?

That's Elaine, sir. Our suspect.

She's dead.

Her skull's broken.

Oh, Elaine, no!

I need you to step out now, Charles.

As if one dead body
wasn't bad enough.

Well, you can forget about
keeping a low profile now, Levine.

Gave up on that
when your brigade showed up,

flashing your badges around.

Are either of you
interested in the fact

that 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 first-hand 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, I don't need your help.
- Come on.

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.

Sound familiar?

No.

Hmm.

This whole office has been stripped.

Just like Cecile's.

Rosemarie, are you alright?

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.

I know where 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 that are 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 can try.

I think this belonged to Elaine.

- Ready?
- Ready.

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 two,

the things I asked you to do...

We both loved it.

...I realise, 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.

Mmm, 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.

Mmm, yes, the Bumblebee.

Yes, yes, yes,
but this is definitely Soviet.

Soviet?

Well, that might explain this Russian
bear I found on Elaine's desk.

Oh, that would 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 note for an experiment
she was working on called Azure 693.

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.

Hey, 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 realise that, don't we?

I'm starting to get that impression.

Would you please, please,
just be very careful?

Come on.

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.

Well, 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?

Mmm, given past events.

Look, 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! Erm... am I interrupting?

- No.
- Of course not.

Hmm, 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...
- Out!

OK!

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.

Mmm, it proved very unreliable.

It caused a psychosis
in some of the volunteers.

It was shut down about a year ago.

Perhaps it 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?

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 and
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 blue powder or a tablet.

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

♪ Give me a chick that's a-all my own

♪ Gonna shake her till the meat
comes off of her bones

♪ I'm a wild one

♪ Oooh, yeah, I'm a wild one

♪ Oooh, baby, gonna break loose

♪ I'm gonna keep her movin' wild

♪ Gonna keep her shakin'

♪ I'm a wild child
Let's go now... ♪

♪ Well, I'm-a just outta school
like I'm real, real cool

♪ Gotta shake, gotta jive... ♪

♪ I'm a wild one

♪ Yeah, I'm a wild one

♪ Oooh, baby, gonna break loose

♪ I'm gonna keep her
movin' wild... ♪

♪ I'm-a wild, wild, wild, wild... ♪

♪ Give me a chick that's a-all my own

♪ Shake her till the meat
comes off of her bones

♪ 'Cause I'm a wild one

♪ Oooh, yeah, I'm a wild one... ♪

♪ La, la, la, la, la... ♪

♪ Gonna keep her shakin', baby... ♪

Hi.

Tanya?

♪ 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

♪ Come and get me... ♪

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?

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 can't do that.

I have to stay warm so I stay alive!

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

OK. OK.

I'm coming back again, I promise.

- OK.
- Mm-hm?

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...
er, 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 the 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.

Well, 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?

Oh, god. 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.

"X-9, X-9."

Come again?

That's what they said.

Steed, get down to that facility.

"X-9, X-9," 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?

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

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?

Oh!

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 going to 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.

- Arggh!
- Oh!

Arggh!

- Arggh!
- Oh!

Arggh! Oh! Get off me!

- No-one can hear you scream!
- Arggh!

- Arggh! Oh!
- 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.

Uh, 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!

Oh.

- Thank you.
- Oh.

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 in the surface
of a whisky 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 South-Eastern 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.

Mmm.

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.

Ahh.

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

What's that?

What?

- Over there.
- Where?

Oh, no! Arggh!

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... 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.

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