♪ This is my prayer ♪ ♪ My silent prayer ♪ ♪ Is for the love we knew ♪ (unknown object whirring) - Did you hear that?

(whirring continues) It's coming.

(gasps) 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?

(gasps) Can you see it?

- What is that?

(spooky music) We're getting out of here.

Now.

(engine sputtering) - It's a...

It's a UFO!

They're here!

They're coming for me!

- Tanya!

Tanya!

Tanya!

- Tommy!

- Come back!

(Tanya screams) Tanya?

Tanya!

(ominous music) (traffic humming) (Telex powers on) - 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.

(keys clacking) 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.

(suspenseful music) - [Narrator] Starman's Globe Meter warns him that he is nearing a Superion invasion ship.

(speaking indistinctly) (Telex whirring) (bell dings) (suspenseful music) - Peregrine!

(all screaming) I need to get somewhere quickly.

- What is it, Birdie?

- It's a telex from Cecile.

She needs me.

- Okay, I'll drive you.

(suspenseful music) 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?

(ominous music) That's her car.

- Birdie!

(ominous music) - It's her.

It's Cecile.

- No, try not to touch anything, Birdie.

(suspenseful music) - What can you see?

- I'm not sure.

(camera shutter clicking) Oh, Birdie.

- No, I'm all right.

Just, just find out what happened.

(suspenseful music) (siren wailing in distance) (ominous music) (vehicle door closes) - 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.

(ominous music) (upbeat dramatic music) - Dr. Cecile Armand.

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

- It wasn't a meeting.

It was our regular catch-up.

- What was her state of mind?

(police radio chattering) - 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 a suicide or an accident, was it?

- No.

Someone wanted her dead.

(ominous music) - 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.

- (sniffs) 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?

(dramatic music) (car engine humming) - 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.

(suspenseful music) Dr. Cecile Armand, please.

(suspenseful music) - [PA Announcer] 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.

(Margaret crying) - 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.

(suspenseful music) (suspenseful music) (footsteps clattering) (suspenseful music) (buzzer buzzes) (bell dings) (suspenseful music) (Peregrinegasps) - 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.

(lighthearted music) Oh.

No, no, no, no, no.

Please, please!

You're ticklish.

(gasps) You're ticklish!

(laughs) - 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.

(suspenseful music) - Tea?

Coffee?

Scotch Finger?

(suspenseful music) (spooky music) (spooky music) (suspenseful music) - 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.

(suspenseful music) (suspenseful music) - This is your space?

- Yes.

I oversee all the work that's done here.

- Okay.

(speaks indistinctly) Yes, I'm the lead technician.

(buzzer buzzes) (suspenseful music) (suspenseful music) (buzzer buzzes) (suspenseful music) (gasps) Uh, Scotch Finger?

(suspenseful music) (phone ringing) - 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?

(suspenseful music) - 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 spent 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?

Oh!

Oh, it's icy in here.

(gasps) - God, it's a good place to freeze someone.

- To death.

(suspenseful music) 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.

Oh!

(gentle music) - 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.

(birds chirping) (ominous music) (suspenseful music) (buzzer buzzes) (Peregrine gasps) - 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.

(Peregrine sighs) 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.

(suspenseful music) - Tea?

- Yes, thanks.

(lighthearted music) (buzzer buzzes) (bell dings) (cart rattling) - 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.

- (chuckles) Do you mean Hans?

- Always with the flowers.

"Sorry" this, "sorry" that.

- Was he sweet on Cecile?

- Yes.

But she not like him.

- Mm.

(suspenseful music) 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.

(suspenseful music) 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.

(Peregrine gasping) (ominous music) (ominous music) (Peregrine sighs) - 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.

(Peregrine sighs) - 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.

(suspenseful music) - 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?

(switch clicks) - 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.

(laughs) - 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.

(switch clicks) (spooky music) (people chattering) (Elaine laughs) - 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.

(ominous music) - (laughs) So, you left here at 8:00 p.m.?

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

- Alone?

- Unfortunately.

- Mm.

Mm.

(ominous music) (James groans) Mm-hmm.

(suspenseful music) 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?

(James laughs) - Spacibo, my little Mishka.

(James laughs) (suspenseful music) (suspenseful music) (suspenseful music) (Peregrine whistling) (both whistling) - 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.

(alarm blaring) - What's that?

- You might have set an alarm off.

Quick!

Quick!

- Bloody hell!

(man grunting) - [Announcer] Code red.

This is not a drill.

Code red.

- What's going on?

- Lockdown!

- Oh.

(buzzer buzzes) ♪ I got a funny kind of feeling coming in my eyes ♪ - [Announcer] 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!

(laughs) ♪ 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.

(bright music) - Put this on.

- What?

No, it's the truth, Peregrine.

- Arm out.

- [Announcer] 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!

(whooping) - This way.

Come with me.

- [Announcer] Code Red.

This is not a drill.

Code Red.

(both laughing) Code Red.

This is not a drill.

Code Red.

(suspenseful music) - (gasps) They're talking to me.

- The aliens!

- Come on.

- This is not a drill.

Code Red.

(Peregrine gasps) - Everybody needs to leave.

Through that door.

Go now!

- [Announcer] Code Red.

This is not a drill.

Code Red.

- Come on.

(eerie music) - [Announcer] Code Red.

This is not a drill.

Code Red.

(both laughing) (both panting) - We need to get far away from here.

(James speaking gibberish) (upbeat music) (James laughs) ♪ Oh-oh-oh ♪ (James sighs) - Mishka.

My little Mishka.

- Why on Earth does he keep saying that?

- I have no idea.

- Whoa!

(James groans and coughs) - 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.

(James laughs) - You'll be okay?

- Yes, fine.

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

- Oh!

- Roar.

Roar!

You're just a little bear, Peregrine.

(laughs) There you are.

- Here I am.

- Shh!

- What?

James?

- The walls are listening.

(Peregrine chuckles) - What?

- Come here.

- What?

- Closer.

♪ Take my heart ♪ ♪ And say we'll never ♪ ♪ Part ♪ ♪ Ba-ba-ba-ba ♪ ♪ Bum ♪ ♪ Bum ♪ ♪ Ba-wa-wa-waa ♪ ♪ Bum ♪ - Mm, that was nice.

- It was nice.

(James chuckles) And I wasn't even hallucinating.

(both laughing) (James snoring) James?

James?

(snoring continues) (Peregrine chuckles) (suspenseful music) (machine whirring) (dramatic music) - 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.

(papers rustling) - Thank you.

I'm glad about you and Violetta.

- You knew.

- Of course.

I am a spy.

- Mm.

(chuckles) 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.

(somber music) - 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.

(laughs) 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.

(somber music) (Birdie sniffles) (somber music) (birds chirping) - 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.

(Peregrine chuckles) (Peregrine sighs) (phone ringing) - Steed!

- Oh, sir, how are you?

- Where the bloody hell were you yesterday?

- (gasps) 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?

(breathes sharply) - 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!

(suspenseful music) - 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.

(Kettle whistling) - 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.

(file thuds) - 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.

- (laughs) Gotcha!

- Ohh!

(laughs) - Bloody UFOs!

- Oh.

- Do you believe in them?

- No, sir.

- These pansy scientists do.

(phone ringing) According to this file, that's what they're investigating, UFOs, they're just trying to fob us off.

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.

(alarm buzzes) (door opens) (suspenseful music) - 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.

(plucky chase music) - Excuse me.

Did Elaine come through here?

- Can't say I've seen her.

(plucky chase music) - Idiot.

(dramatic music) - Where the hell is she?

She'd better be in here.

- It's this way, sir.

- Shortbread?

- Why are there so many corridors?

(dramatic music) (door creaks) (suspenseful music) - What kind of wild-goose chase are we on?

(buzzer buzzes) (bell dings) (suspenseful music) - 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?

(ominous music) - That's Elaine, sir.

Our suspect.

(suspenseful music) She's dead.

- Her skull's broken.

(Malcolm sighs) - 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.

Roar!

Sound familiar?

- No.

- Hmm.

- This whole office has been stripped.

- Just like Cecile's.

Rosemarie.

Are you all right?

- (sighs) 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.

(suspenseful music) - 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?

- (scoffs) 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.

(suspenseful music) - What was she hiding?

(radio static hisses) 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.

(dramatic music) (birds chirping) - 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?

(ominous music) - 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.

(suspenseful music) (suspenseful music) - Tea?

Coffee?

Scotch Finger?

Tea?

- What are you doing in here?

Get out!

- But I just- - Out!

- Okay.

(suspenseful music) (suspenseful music) The cleaner!

(suspenseful music) (buzzer buzzes) (bell dings) (door opens) (suspenseful music) (suspenseful music) (buzzer buzzes) (bell dings) (footsteps clattering) (suspenseful music) (suspenseful music) (suspenseful music) (suspenseful music) (inquisitive music) (suspenseful music) (suspenseful music) (suspenseful music) - Ah!

Bingo.

(bright music) 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.

(suspenseful music) 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.

(insects chirping) - 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.

- (breathes deeply) 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.

(insects chirping) (gentle music) - Stop here.

(suspenseful music) 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 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.

(suspenseful music) - 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.

(suspenseful music) (suspenseful music) (suspenseful music) (Peregrine grunting) (doorknob rattles) ♪ 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!

(upbeat music) ♪ 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 ♪ (singing indistinctly) ♪ 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?

- (whispering) I got it from a UFO.

- (gasps) 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?

- (chuckles) 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.

(somber music) (employee whistling) (whistling continues) (suspenseful music) (suspenseful music) You're not a cleaner, are you?

- And you are not a tea lady.

(suspenseful music) - 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.

- (gasps) Wait!

(somber music) - 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.

- (scoffs) 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.

(Rosemarie sighs) Who brought her in here?

Malcolm?

- But he just follows orders.

- Orders?

From who?

- The Americans.

(suspenseful music) (suspenseful music) (people chattering) - 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 (inhales sharply) - 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?

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

(suspenseful music) (dial tone blares) - 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.

(suspenseful music) (footsteps clattering) - 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.

(Levine sighs) (ominous music) (Gasps) - Help me!

- Tanya?

- (crying) Help me!

- Tanya!

(gasping) - 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!

(both gasping) - 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!

(pants) - 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.

(Elaine laughs) (suspenseful music) 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?

(whistling "The Star-Spangled Banner") 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!

(device whirring) - 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!

(hand pounding) Charles!

(crying) Charles!

Please!

(Cecile sobbing) (ominous music) - 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.

(Charles screams) - Aah!

(dramatic music) (both shouting) Get off me!

- No one can hear you scream.

(Peregrine groans) - Hey!

(dramatic music) - 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.

- (sighs) 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.

(Rosemarie chuckles) - Peregrine.

(sighs) - Oh.

- Thank you.

(sniffles) You're very brave.

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

Hmm?

(gentle music) - 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.

(gentle music) - 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.

(Peregrine chuckles) - What's that?

- What?

- Over there.

- Where?

(leaves rustling) - Oh, no!

(screams) - Aah!

(both laughing) 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.

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