17x21 - It Came From Outer Space

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why does a love kiss stay in my memory? ♪

- Ooh, Aunt Peggy! - What is it, is it a rabbit?

Ah, it was a sh**ting star.

What are you doing, David?

I'm making a wish.

BRANCH SNAPS

- What's that? - What?

There's somebody there.

I'm shattered, Oscar.

These lock-ins are getting too much for me.

It's good for trade, Gina. It's a nice night for it.

- Goodnight, Oscar, Gina. - Night, Bernie.

Look!

expl*si*n

DOGS BARKING

What was that?

What was that?

Well, it can't be the gamekeeper laying landmines, can it?

- You said you saw a sh**ting star. - I did.

Well, maybe it fell to earth.

Come on, let's get out of here

before the world and his wife come looking for it.

It came from over there, up in the woods.

- What was it? - A falling star.

- What? - A meteorite.

They're surprisingly common, apparently.

It could be, I suppose.

Yeah, well, good job it didn't land here.

I'd better take a look to make sure.

- I'll walk you home first. - Go on, then.

- Night. - See you.

I'll come with you. Goodnight.

- Gooseberry! - Yeah.

People have been k*lled by rocks falling from the sky, you know.

Can I have a word, Sarge?

If it's about a meteorite, I've heard more than enough already.

That astronomer said he watched it all through his telescope.

- What astronomer? - Some stargazer was in earlier on.

Geoff's with him now, looking for debris.

Whatever caused the expl*si*n wasn't a meteorite.

You couldn't see much in the dark,

but I found this once it got light this morning.

Oh, dear!

Who do we know has a licence for dynamite in the area, Alf?

What happened? Can you hear me?

Can you tell me your name?

Come on, we need to get you into hospital.

Easy, steady.

GEOFF: Landed just through here.

GEOFF: We found the site last night.

MAN: Oh, interesting.

In the old days they were thought of as omens, you know,

of bad things coming.

Really? I think that was usually comets.

Oh. Sorry.

- GEOFF: What are you doing? - Collecting samples.

If some of these rocks have been hurtling through space forever,

the information they contain could be invaluable.

Oh, they're not as magnetic as you might expect.

Still, we can check the weight and density back at my car.

DAVID: Wow! So this is where the falling star fell, then.

Start picking up rocks. Didn't you hear what he said?

Yeah. Yeah, he said they'd been falling through space forever.

Not that bit!

Here. He said, "invaluable".

Come on!

- Morning, Joe. - Hello.

I've just taken a man into hospital.

I found him semi-conscious on the Ashfordly road half an hour ago.

An accident?

He's suffering from burns and blast injuries.

- Unlikely to be a coincidence. - JOE: Who is this man?

CAROL: He's in intensive care on a ventilator.

- Do we know his name? - George Branton.

They identified him at the hospital.

No family they could trace. He works as a lorry driver.

Thanks very much. As you say, Alf, unlikely to be a coincidence.

Glad to have been a help.

- Morning, Don. - Hi, Carol.

No reports of any break-ins at the quarry, Sarge.

Well, this lot must have come from somewhere.

See what you can find out about this George Branton.

DS Dawson, join the throng.

We sure it's dynamite?

Mason found a detonator cap nearby.

Who else knows about this?

Just us and someone on life support at Ashfordly General.

Let's keep it that way.

It wasn't a meteorite after all, apparently.

The astronomer says the weights are all wrong.

Thank you, Younger. It may come as a surprise to you

to learn that Mafeking's been relieved.

Pardon?

It was high expl*sives, and that's why CID are here.

If the locals think it was a meteorite, that's fine with us.

Can I have a word, Sergeant?

Who's Mafeking?

- Have you heard of a Larry Fowler? - Erm...

At the quarry at Martindale.

We've had a tip-off he's supplying small quantities of dynamite

to armed robbery teams.

Do we have any evidence against him?

No, not yet.

I don't take too kindly to people

blowing up bits of woodland on my patch, so we'd better get some.

I want to send someone undercover at the quarry for a couple of days.

CID officer?

We're pretty short-staffed at the moment.

Well, if you want to send someone on a fishing expedition,

I've just the man.

MUSIC: 'Hubble Bubble' by Manfred Mann

♪ Hubble bubble toil and trouble

♪ Hubble bubble toil and trouble

♪ Hubble bubble toil and trouble ♪

- Are you Larry Fowler? - What's it to you?

I'm John McRae. The labour exchange sent me.

What do you want me to do?

The toilet's over there. Clean it.

Right.

- Right, here we go, everybody. - BERNIE: What have you got there?

Genuine meteor rocks, Bernie.

Fragments from that falling star that came down in the woods.

Mysterious minerals from a world before time.

- You sure? - I'm positive!

There was a scientist up there this morning collecting them.

They must have missed these ones.

It's a chance in a lifetime, Bernie.

Not interested.

Well, that'll be your loss.

I'm about to contact the British Museum.

They'll not be interested either.

Here you go, Oscar. Genuine local curios.

You should have some of these to show tourists.

Space rocks?

Hurtling through outer space for all eternity,

and then landing in Aidensfield!

What a story they could tell, eh?

You mean they can talk?

Looks like a box of hardcore to me. Now, get it off the bar!

- You're John McRae? - That's me.

I'm Dan. They call me Mad Dan.

Good to meet you, Mad Dan.

I don't plan to be cleaning toilets all my life.

Fair enough. Can you drive a lorry, John?

I can, as it happens.

- Boss? - What?

This man thinks he can drive one of our trucks.

Does he now? OK.

We've got a lot of aggregate.

Get to Fyfield and back in minutes and you've got the job.

That... That can't be done.

Just as I thought. All mouth, no trousers.

I'll do it.

Go with him, Dan.

DAVID: How did you get on, then?

Do you know what the trouble is with folk around here, David?

Flat feet?

They've got no imagination.

- Didn't sell any, then? - Did I 'eck as like!

Pearls before swine, that's what I've been casting.

We need summat to make people really interested.

- You know, I've been thinking. - Oh, yeah?

I mean, you suppose it really was a meteorite?

Of course it was! What else could it have been?

Well, supposing it was something else from outer space.

You know, like in that film when people thought meteorites came,

but then Martians started crawling out from the earth

and k*lling everyone.

Aliens! You could be right, David.

Hey, we don't want aliens k*lling us.

Michael Rennie in that film, The Day The Earth Stood Still.

I mean, he was ever so nice.

And I definitely heard something up there before it all went bang.

You really think we've got aliens in our woods?

I think it's a definite possibility,

and I think you should go and look for them.

MUSIC: 'Take a Heart' by The Sorrows

♪ First you take a heart

♪ Then you break her heart

♪ But before you do

♪ You make it fall for you

♪ Then you give it back

♪ Ah, you shouldn't do that

♪ Seen you walk that floor

♪ Just a-thinking of you

♪ You seen me walk that floor, baby

♪ Right out of my shoes...

Mint? Oops! Watch the road.

♪ Tell me what to do

♪ Just send an SOS

♪ You know my heart's in distress

- Let's try this. - ♪ Won't somebody please... ♪

JOE LAUGHS

Whoo-hoo!

Where'd you learn to drive like that?

Let's just say I've been around the block a few times.

- Don't like losing a challenge. - Man after my own heart.

Look at the state of this! Have you damaged this truck, McRae?

- Not so's you'd notice. - Don't get cheeky with me, Jock.

My name isn't "Jock".

Look, just get on with it, I've another load for you to take out.

I've got a job, have I?

- Do you want it, Jock? - All right. I'll take another load.

You've got misfires for you to sort out.

- How many? - Five.

Five?

Well, maybe if you trained those monkeys better...

Maybe you should pay 'em more than peanuts.

So now you want some an' all, do you?

Do you want me to sort out your misfires?

Just get on with it.

- Misfires? - For the blasting.

You wire the charges up, and off they go.

Only, sometimes they don't.

So you have to get up nice and close and see why they haven't.

- Sooner you than me. - That's why they call me Mad.

Hello, what's going on? Hey? Do you think I'm made of money?

- DAN: Oi! - MAN: Your fault, pal!

All clear, Don.

Easy as pie.

- How's it going, then? - Yeah, fine.

And you've, er... mastered your cover story?

I've had a thorough briefing.

We borrowed the life story of a burglar from Glasgow,

in case anyone checks up on me.

Seems like a lot of trouble to go to, to collar a crook like Fowler.

The people he's selling to might be worth the effort of catching.

Oh, by the way, forgive me for asking,

but what's your sister's name?

Shona?

Paulette. You've read the cover story, then?

Well, Sergeant Miller suggested that we kept you on your toes.

Now, John, who did you share a cell with when you were in Barlinnie?

Tom Hoskins, well-known gangster.

- And what's he up to now? - He's going straight.

But he's also a police informer, so he can back me up if anyone asks.

Oh, very good. And what were you sent down for, Joe?

Joe? Who's Joe?

- Are you ready? - Yep.

Do you really think so? Aliens?

Look, it's a definite possibility,

so me and Deefer are going to go and look tonight, cos...

Well, they might glow in the dark.

That's dead exciting, don't you think?

Well, it all sounds a bit far-fetched to me.

Yeah, but if the police have been there...

Here's Geoff now. Why don't you ask him what he thinks?

What about?

The meteorite and whether aliens are involved.

I'm... I'm not at liberty to discuss that.

It's a police matter.

Oh, come on. You can, er... you can tell us.

- No, I mustn't give anything away. - See?! There is something.

I am coming with you. As long as that's all right with you.

I suppose we can spare you. As long as you wear sensible shoes.

The quarry's undermanned, the staff are underpaid.

The equipment's in bad nick and it's unsafe.

The lorries are ramshackle

and staff have to go too fast to meet their quotas.

Yes, I did in fact receive a complaint

about a reckless lorry driver this afternoon.

Also, Fowler lost his contract with his haulage company

because he wasn't paying on time.

That's why he's using his own drivers and rented trucks.

So he's in financial difficulty.

If someone's supplying dynamite, I'd say your tip-off's right.

- JOE: He's got to be your man. - GEORGE: Good work, Mason.

We still need hard evidence, though. Can you gain access

to the expl*sives store? - No problem.

We need to know if the stocks match what's on the expl*sives register,

or if there are any discrepancies. - OK.

It goes without saying, Mason,

if you have the slightest concern about your own safety, just leave.

- I'll be fine, Sarge. - Excellent.

DAVID: Wait for me!

Ooh, what's that?

- Where? - Over there.

Look, I can see something. It's like lights.

Come on.

RATTLING

Ooh!

- Did you hear that? - Yeah.

RATTLING AND TINKLING

Come on.

Ooh, what... What if...

David, what if they don't speak English?

- Oh, I hadn't thought of that. - They might not be too friendly.

Now then, I had thought of that.

But that Michael Rennie, he was ever so nice.

BOOMING

SCREAMS

RATTLING

BOTH SHRIEK

BOOMING

Hey! What time do you call this?

- Sorry, I got held up. - I've got my eye on you, Jock.

Hey, my name's not Jock.

So where'd you do time, Jock?

- Who says I did? - It's a small world.

Barlinnie.

Shared a cell with Tom Hoskins, for my sins.

Yeah. See, I know him.

- What was that about? - Nothing.

- How's your misfires? - Well, I'm still here, aren't I?

Where did you learn your expertise?

In the army. In another life.

I'm like a cat, me.

But I've lost count of how many I'm down.

You'd best keep your fingers crossed, then.

Always good advice. See you later, John McRae.

It were right over there, flashing lights and ticking whatsits.

Oh, and did you speak to it?

Oh, not as such, no.

We were going to, it's just...

Well, Dawn... she was a bit scared, so we had to go.

Well, it looks like word got round pretty fast.

Ah, yeah. Erm...

We might have said something

when we got back to the pub, like, afterwards.

Sorry.

Oh, don't be sorry, lovey.

Quite the opposite.

Wetherby, his lordship's been on the phone.

Some sort of mass trespass in his woods.

- Go and sort it out, will you? - Whereabouts, Sarge?

Where the expl*si*n happened.

ALF: Oh, they'll be looking for aliens!

I beg your pardon?

Word's gone round that aliens have landed up there.

I thought we tried to lower interest in the area.

TELEPHONE RINGS

Ashfordly Police Station?

Is something the matter, Younger?

No, Sergeant.

Well, go on then, lad. Sort it out.

ALF: Right, I'll tell him.

DS Dawson, Sarge.

Someone's going round checking on Joe's cover story.

PEGGY: Space rocks, glow in the dark.

Genuine from the alien landing site, ten bob each.

What about that one?

They were five bob yesterday.

Yeah, well, that was before people got interested.

Thank you, sir. There you go.

It's a good morning's work, I call that.

Hey, I'm buying.

- Pint for you, David? - Oh, yes, please.

A pint of your very best for our David,

and I'll have a large brandy.

What is it they say about fools and their money?

Don't sneer, Oscar.

The people have spoken and they agree with me.

What exactly has opened the eyes of the multitudes this morning, then?

Well, don't ask me, ask Dawn here and David.

Oh, yeah, it's true, Oscar. It was dead scary.

Are you sure I can't interest you in one, Oscar?

You could have it mounted, in a little frame behind the bar.

If I want a lump of rock, I'll find it in the garden.

It won't do this, though.

Hey, it never did that before.

No, it must be the alien influence.

I want one.

CLATTERING

That's it, I'm not helping you any more. It's too dangerous.

DAN: This is the last.

DAN: And it's not some little cash deal, it's the end of your troubles.

- I don't need it that bad. - Yes, you do.

You're mortgaged up to the hilt here.

Do you want to go bust, lose your nice house?

What are you gonna tell the wife and kiddies?

George is in hospital.

George should've checked the load wasn't decaying

before he picked it up!

Besides, you wouldn't have wanted it going up in here, now, would you?

I've had coppers on the phone, asking me if I've had a break-in.

They're gonna be crawling all over him

as soon as he's fit for questioning.

I can fix that.

LARRY: Without him, you're gonna be a man down.

I can fix that too.

- You can't do it. - I can.

And I will.

With your help or without it.

And if it's without it,

then someday you'll find one of your precious little misfires

rammed up your car exhaust.

Do you hear what I'm saying?

Go through town, would you?

There's a mate I want to visit in hospital.

JOE: So, who's your friend?

Oh, just some bloke I used to know.

Hello.

Hello, I'm John McRae.

- And your name is? - Carol Cassidy.

Very nice to meet you, Carol Cassidy.

I'm sorry I can't stop longer.

Do nurses always smile at you like that?

It's really weird, but yeah, they do.

It's just the effect I have on them, I suppose.

Oh, there you are, lovey.

We need some more rocks. Can you fetch us some?

- What, now? - There's no time like the present.

It's the middle of the day.

I mean, how will I find the ones that glow?

I think they take a while to develop.

Just get us some like we found yesterday.

You not coming with me?

No, well, I'm a bit busy at the moment.

Well, what if I meet the alien?

Well then, you just say, "Take me to your leader."

If he's not very friendly, he might...

All this stuff about Martians is just a story, David.

And if an alien has taken the trouble to come all this way,

then he would want to meet you.

You could become an ambassador.

- An ambassador? - That's right.

You could introduce us

to super-intelligent beings from other galaxies.

You're very good with animals

and there's no reason why you couldn't get on with them an' all!

Right, well, I... I'd better keep looking, then.

I mean, tonight as well.

Absolutely. And take folk with you. We want to keep their interest up.

What?

Er... I mean, I think people'll be very interested.

Wait here a minute. Won't be long.

Wasted journey. He won't be receiving visitors for a long time.

Er... can I have those?

When I finish talking, smile and shake your head.

Someone needs to check on the intensive care patient.

Well, can't blame a man for trying!

- DAN: I hear you know Tom Hoskins. - JOE: Word does get around.

Yeah, I was talking to Tom on the phone.

- Speaks very highly of you. - That's nice of him.

Sends his regards.

Said it'd be nice to see you back in Glasgow soon.

Tom left three years ago. He runs a snooker hall in Aberdeen.

Had you thinking there, didn't I?

How do you fancy some evening work?

- At the quarry? - No.

Is it legal?

- No. - Sounds good to me.

You're sure nobody followed you here?

I've been keeping my head well down.

What time are you meeting this Dan Neeley?

- Eight o'clock. - Did he say what the job is?

Not yet, but it's got to be big.

Fowler's not in that league.

Forget Fowler. You've been focusing on the wrong man.

Neeley is the one who's in charge.

I reckon he's been behind it all along.

He's not got a criminal record. We've nothing on him.

Attempted m*rder at the hospital?

Nobody saw. We'll never make that stick.

If he doesn't have a record, he's about to get one.

- That man is dangerous. - PC Mason knows these people.

We should take his opinions seriously, DS Dawson.

OK. Let's assume a serious crime is being planned.

Meet Neeley tonight, find out what the job is

but let CID take it from there.

We'll call in more resources.

I am onto something here, Sarge.

Well done, Mason. But no heroics.

Find out what the target is, and then out of there.

DAVID: So are we ready to go, then?

I can't, David. I'd be too scared.

What? We're going to be ambassadors.

Not me, I'm not.

Besides, you can't be going out gallivanting.

Need you here behind the bar.

- How about you, Aunt Peggy? - Oh, no. I'm settled here, thanks.

Oh, go on. You've made enough out of these aliens.

DAWN: Oh, come on, Peggy.

You did say they'd be pleased to see us.

Oh, all right then!

But only for an hour.

DAN: This is John McRae. He's looking for a bit of work.

- I've asked him to drive. - No way, Dan.

He's not one of us.

We're a man short with George gone.

It'll take two of us to clear the vault plus the driver.

- Fowler said he'd help. - Fowler?

I need someone who can drive fast and won't panic in a crisis.

McRae fits the bill.

I'm sorry, Dan. I don't know him.

I won't have him in the team.

Are you saying you don't trust my judgement?

Good.

- Don't let me down. - JOE: I won't.

- And don't drive off without us. - No chance.

So, er... when's this job?

Tomorrow morning.

- Where? - Here. In Ashfordly.

Northern Provincial Bank.

We're going in the front door?

Let's have a few drinks, then we're off.

- Look, I need to get some stuff. - No, no.

You're staying with us till the job's done.

- No offence. - None taken.

Is there something on your mind, Sergeant Miller?

Just a feeling. Call it a sixth sense.

Mason goes in there, finds out the target, walks away.

CID do the rest.

- What can go wrong? - Exactly. What can?

ALF: What do we know about this man that Joe's with?

Not much. Erm... Dan Neeley. Ex army.

- Criminal record? - No.

- Army record? - What about his army record?

Well, if he was in the army, he must have a record.

I'll get onto it.

I think we should call it a night, David.

But I saw something.

Well, there's nothing to see.

GASPS

Over there!

Some lights flickering.

TICKING

DAVID: There's that ticking noise. This is just like last night!

Oh, I don't know about this, David.

I thought you said some of them were friendly.

Yeah, but what about the ones that aren't?

Oh, good point.

BOTH GASP

Call of nature. OK?

It's a bank job, tomorrow morning. Here in Ashfordly.

Take us to your leader!

MAN: I beg your pardon?

Oh, he does speak English!

Don't be daft, David. He's no more of an alien than you are.

- PEGGY: Who are you? - Dr Linden.

Oh, you're that scientist.

Indeed I am. And you're that woman

who was hanging about here last night as well.

Last night?

I don't know what he's talking about. What are you doing here?

- Looking for the meteorite. - It'll be in this hole, won't it?

Oh, no, no. This wasn't caused by a meteorite.

This is some kind of blast crater. The police know all about it.

Oh, so if this isn't, then there wasn't one.

Oh, there's no doubt that some kind of falling star

landed in the woods last night.

I was tracking it.

That's why I'm doing this radioactivity survey.

But just haven't found it yet.

What about the aliens? Have you seen any yet?

Certainly not. Oh, unless you count your friend there

with the lantern and the football rattle.

Yeah, er... There is an explanation for that, David.

MUSIC: 'We Are The Moles' by Simon Dupree and The Big Sound

What the hell's he doing here?

You trying to get every Tom, d*ck and Harry involved?

Shut up, Fowler, you're nothing but hired help. I'm in charge here.

JOE: Let me guess. This leads to the bank vault?

Only a few yards to go now. Best get digging.

- Are you blowing the safe tonight? - Roadworks start : hours.

That'll cover the noise.

He could only speak for a few seconds before one of them came in.

But it's a bank raid tomorrow morning,

and he wrote "NP" on the mirror.

- Northern Provincial? - Where is he now?

- He went with them. - He was supposed to bail out.

If he leaves now, they'll scrap the job.

He's putting himself at risk for the sake of the operation.

- Of course. - GEORGE: I had a feeling he might.

ALF: I've got hold of Neeley's army record.

He served in Aden in and he was dishonourably discharged

after he led his men into a no-go area in the city.

So he broke the rules. They were fighting t*rrorists.

They k*lled six civilians. They gunned them down

in reprisal for the bombing of a barracks.

But it was hushed up. They didn't want any publicity.

He's a cold-blooded k*ller.

GEORGE: I take it they're not CID?

I was just about to say, I take it they're not the g*ng?

They've been here all week.

The minute we see anything out of the ordinary, we move in.

If we do that, we won't have grounds for arrest.

I don't care. I just want Mason out of there.

Delta Hotel Three-Nine to Ashfordly Control, over?

Control receiving, Sarge.

'Patch me through to Wetherby, Alf.'

ALF: 'Will do, out.'

GEORGE: 'Anything to report, over?'

Nothing, Sarge. All quiet.

I'll get out and stretch my legs.

DAN: 'We're inside the vault, over.'

OK, we're all clear here.

I'm in over my head. I never knew things would get this serious.

I was only supposed to supply a few sticks of dynamite.

I never signed up for this.

Just one thing led to another.

Look, go, if you like. I can handle it on my own from now.

If I go, Dan'll have me k*lled.

You're safe from him.

You don't know Dan like I do.

Trust me, you're safe.

SIGHS

Look, I'm... I'm a policeman.

Walk away now. We know where to find you.

- DAN: 'Ready to move, over.' - Got that, out.

Go on. Look, there's police all round this place.

Dan's going nowhere.

Still another hour until opening.

- Have I missed something? - He's a copper.

He just told me. He told me to quit.

- Told you not to trust him. - Shut up, Mick.

Drive, copper. Turn right at the end of the road.

ENGINE STARTS

That's the bank manager. He always arrives early.

They let the others in in about half an hour.

I'd better go and introduce myself.

DAN: So what's your real name, copper?

- Joe Mason. - You flying squad?

No. I'm just an ordinary local bobby.

- That's an insult! - Where are we going?

DAN: Back to the quarry. Quick as you can, Joe Mason.

See you next time, Mick.

I don't think so, Dan. I've taken enough chances with you.

Suit yourself.

We've got to get a move on, Dan. What are we going to do with him?

- Office. - Move. You heard him. Go.

Get in there, move.

SIREN

They broke in through the cellar and blew the safe,

almost certainly within the last hour.

We'd never have heard anything over the roadworks.

That was the idea, obviously. Let's try the quarry.

- So... So what are we going to do? - DAN: Set off some fireworks.

That way nobody'll be able to tell

how many people were in this place when it went up.

- You've got a decision to make. - What?

JOE: You're going to jail for the robbery.

If you're an accessory to murdering a policeman, you'll go forever.

- They'll think he's dead an' all. - No. He's different from you.

He's got a wife, a family.

He won't run out on them. He's not the type.

- So what are you saying? - You've got a choice.

The police'll be here before long.

You're the one holding the g*n.

SIRENS

DAN: You haven't got the guts.

Don't move.

Or I swear I'll sh**t.

Every time I look in the mirror, Fowler, I see a k*ller.

I've known a lot of K*llers.

You're not one of them.

SIRENS IN DISTANCE

Now get out of here.

LARRY: The man's a lunatic! God knows why he let me go!

Your man, he's got no chance!

So tell me, Joe Mason, how does this end?

There's a lot of men out there with g*ns pointed at you.

I've heard that before. It didn't seem to make much difference.

You said before that you didn't know how many you had left.

- How many what? - Lives.

Probably the same number as you by now.

How many's that?

None.

There is life after prison, you know.

No, I'm not going to prison.

Better to go to jail than to die here.

I'm not so sure.

You know, I think you are.

In fact, I don't think you're going to pull that trigger.

- Is that a fact? - Yeah, it's a fact.

Yeah, you've got a plan.

Otherwise you would have done it already.

So, what's the plan?

Go to jail.

Get released.

Come and find you.

That way, I k*ll you...

..and stay free.

- I'll be waiting. - If you get the chance.

- Can you run? - Run?

Run!

DAN SHRIEKS WITH LAUGHTER

You, Joe Mason!

I'm coming to find you!

LAUGHS HYSTERICALLY

George is making a good recovery.

Yeah, they seem pretty confident he'll be able to testify.

I hope he helps put Dan Neeley away for a long time.

You're a lucky man, Joe.

Hey, I had everything under control.

I'll see you down the station, PC Mason.

Good evening.

- Oh, did you find it? - Not yet.

This is, er... Doctor Linden and he's an astronomer.

He was just looking for the meteorite.

Do you want to see my space rock? It glows in the dark and everything!

Gina, put it on the bar. Where's it gone?

- GINA: Here. - DAWN: See? Look!

GEIGER COUNTER CRACKLES

DAWN: What is that?

This is just luminous paint.

Er... Peggy, I want my money back.

Yeah, quite a few people will when this comes out.

GINA: Come on, Peggy. Cough up!

So... So are not even the rocks real?

Not the rocks, nor the aliens, David.

DAVID: What was it you wanted to show me, then?

LINDEN: Look up there.

Are there really aliens out there, Doctor,

or is it just, you know, another story?

There are more stars in space than grains of sand on a beach.

Many of them will have planets.

Now, it's highly unlikely

that Earth is the only place where life evolved.

Oh, yes, David. There are aliens out there.

We just haven't met them yet.