The latest example of life-imitating-boxset came this week in the form of a flashback and a foreshadowed finale. First there was the release of correspondence giving clues to the mysterious decision to grant Kim Dotcom New Zealand residency. But just as we were obsessing over a few days in late October 2010, Dotcom did what any good dramatist would: he threw the action forward, to September 15.
Five days before the election, we are to expect a bombshell. The brilliant, diabolical Mr Dotcom will stage an event at the Auckland Town Hall, at which he will produce evidence that his arch-nemesis, Mr John Key, did, after all, know about him before the eve of the famous testosterone-fuelled raid on chez Dotcom in January 2012.
Dotcom will rise slowly to the stage through a smoke-filled trapdoor, wearing a purple velvet gown over a black zip-up top, gently stroking a Maui dolphin. The crowd will rise to its feet, gasping, as the Prime Minister is dragged into the spotlight by a bevy of burlesque dancers over a looped soundtrack of "why are you turning red, Prime Minister?".
A gasp will ripple through the Town Hall as Laila Harre flicks a switch, projecting a hologram of a gathering on the secret 11th floor of the Beehive, where senior ministers, Barack Obama, Gandalf, and someone wearing an "illuminati 4eva" T-shirt are briefing Mr Key on their masterplan. Something like that.
Dotcom's argument for a while now has been not only that Key knew all about him, but that American prosecutors, themselves under pressure from Hollywood producers, urged New Zealand to allow Dotcom to stay in the country, considering it a good place to snare him for extradition to the US.