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- Previously on
"Project Blue Book"...

- We're supposed
to be meeting someone

from Central Intelligence.
Daniel Banks?

- Call me Dan.

Since your intelligence is all
about staying off the radar,

operating in the shadows.

- Evan, I'm glad I caught you
before you left.

- When Carolyn told me
who you were,

I thought you were working
with the FBI.

- What does the FBI want
with Civilian UFO Groups?

- Mimi, you have the ability
to pass along information

to the one person
who could make a difference.

We could blow the lid off
this whole government cover-up.

- Our intel
has the CIA cooperating

with Quinn
and Professor Hynek.

- I think the captain

would provide for much better
source of information.

- After what I just saw
in the desert,

I'm convinced the CIA
has one goal,

to see us obsolete.

If we're going to war,

let's fire
the first goddamn shot.

- And little Johnny Paper
was never seen again.

Why?

Because if you meet
the black dog once,

that's for joy.

You meet him twice,

that's for sorrow.

But if you

meet him three times.

Well then,

you're dead!

- Jimmy Jay.

- You told me
to tell them a bedtime story.

- Go get me some more water.

We need to get these ones
into the tub now.

- Coming right up, Mama.

My Lord.

What in the world?

Hey.

- What's gotten
you all spooked?

- I just saw a flying saucer
land in the woods,

and now these creatures are
running around out there now.

- Jimmy Jay,
haven't you scared

those kids enough
for one night?

- Do I look like I'm foolin'?

Boys, get them kids
down in the cellar, now.

- What in the world's
out there?

- Hello?

General, yes.

I'm sorry,
could you say that again?

I see.
Yes.

Yeah, of course.
Right away.

- Allen?
What is it?

Allen?

- I have to leave for Kentucky.
Some place called Hopkinsville.

- Well, it sounded serious.

- It sounded
like a lot more than that.

- Okay, well,
I will make coffee

and you can tell me
all about it.

- No, no, you just--
just go back to sleep.

I'll call you
when I get there.

What are you doing?

- I couldn't sleep.

So I decided to try on
some of your clothes.

- Looks good on you.

Hello?

General.

Yes, sir.

Roger that.

I got to go.

So I'm gonna be needing this.

- Change of plans?

- We'll wait and see.

- We all set?

- You know,
there's a saying in chess.

"Pawns are the soul
of the game."

You just have to know
where and when to move them.

- When are you gonna take up
golf like the rest of us?

Plan is in motion.

The "pawns" are
on their way to Hopkinsville.

We'll only have
one shot at this,

so let's make sure our aim
is true this time?

- Yeah.

- Make sure.

- Why is it always UFOs land
in the woods?

You know, just once
I'd like to hear

about a "saucer-shaped object"
putting down in Times Square.

- "Take me to your leader."

- You ever been
to Times Square, Doc?

- Yes.
Several times.

- Then you know.

Those aliens would never
make it past 49th Street.

What in the world?

- Hey, come take
a look at this.

- Hello.

- You're the hot shot
Air Force investigators.

- I'm Captain Michael Quinn,

Inspector Allen Hynek.

- So, what'd they tell you
on the telephone?

- Just that a family reported
having an encounter.

That's all?

Come on in.

Folks, this here's
the Air Force.

They're here to help you figure
out what happened last night.

- I told you we already know
what happened, Sheriff.

- What's your name, sir?

- Jimmy Jay Shoemaker.

This is my house,
my family.

- Nice to meet you all.

- Are you gonna believe me?

- All we want is
to just hear your story.

Start to finish.

- My story?

My story is aliens landed here
and tried to kill us all.

- And were you the only one

who saw these aliens,
Mr. Shoemaker?

- No, sir.

We all saw them.

- And who would like
to describe for me

exactly what they--
they looked like?

- It was like a--like
a horror movie in real life.

- Like "War of the Worlds"
only worse.

- Their heads, they were
as big as watermelons.

Beady little eyes.

- I thought they looked
just like us,

but their eyes were big.

Big and black as car tires.

- And they had these claws
like an eagle.

- They weren't claws.
They were hands.

But with only
three long fingers.

- If you ask me,

we're lucky to be alive.

Looks like you guys
had yourselves

a hell of a party here
last night.

- Pardon?

- You know,
sometimes our imagination

can get the better of us.

Especially after a couple
of late night cold ones.

- I did not shoot up my house
and scare my kids half to death

because I had a few beers.

What do you think I am?
Just some dumb hillbilly?

- That's not what I'm saying.

Could you just excuse me
one moment?

A little help here,
please, Doc?

- Looks like we may need to
deal with this invasion first.

- Just what this circus needs.

More clowns.

- How many aliens were there?
Can you give us a description?

Are we under attack?

- Gentlemen, ladies,
as I said,

our investigation
is just beginning, but I--

- If you could all
just turn around and go,

before we have...

- There is nothing
to report here.

As I said, we will issue
a statement in due time.

We understand
we have unknown...

- Yeah, he had almond shaped
eyes and really long fingers.

- Yeah, how's that?
Big enough?

- Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, that--that's it.

- Jimmy Jay, why don't you
go on back inside?

Please?

Thank you.

Sorry about that.

He'll be available
in just a few.

- That's okay.
I got what I came for.

- What do you got there?

- Description
of the alien invader.

- Really?
Let me see that.

- Hey, you can't do that.
That's my personal property.

- It is now evidence
in an Air Force investigation.

- Give me that back.
- Officer. Thank you.

- Come on, let's go.
- Hey.

- You can't bother
these people, move it.

- What was all that about?

- Looks like Jimmy Jay
is already selling his story.

- Little green monsters.

That's what
they're calling them.

Early reports are saying almost
a dozen aliens were spotted.

- Actual contact?
Like we predicted?

- Local police said it was
a full scale invasion.

- I'm not sure
that's entirely accurate.

- I suppose you were told
something different?

The official story,
I'm guessing.

The cover-up.

- Go ahead, Mimi.
What-what were you gonna say?

- Allen's actually
in Kentucky right now.

And I know from his work,

eyewitness testimony is often
inaccurate, even erratic.

In fact, I've reviewed his
notes on several cases, and--

- I'm sure you have.

That way you can get your
stories straight, and do to us

what the government is trying
to do to the whole country.

Convince us that none
of this is true.

Am I right?

- Yes, ma'am.

- You put up quite
a fight, darling.

How's your head?

- He was called away.

I had no way of knowing.

I can get him for you
the minute he returns.

- I had your word
the first time?

So what value should
I place on it now?

What is this?
What are you doing?

- Where is it?

- No, no, no.

Wait.

- Where are you going?

- It's not safe to stay
in this house any longer.

- No, no, no, no.
We have the situation in hand.

Those reporters,
they won't bother you anymore.

- I don't care about them.

Come on, Ruthie.

- Until we've finished
our investigation,

we're gonna need you
to stop talking to them,

putting these crazy ideas
in their head.

- You still think I'm lying.

If I cared about lying,
I'd had called

the sheriff after
the first night, wouldn't I?

- The first night?

- Yeah, those things came back
two nights in a row.

Second night they came,

I...

I shot one of them.

He ran off into the woods.

I bet you
it's still out there now.

- So I'm an alien
and I get shot.

Which way do I go?

This way?
No.

That way?

Maybe up a tree.

- You're not helping.

- Just think about what
we're doing out here right now.

Look, come on.
Let's...

It's getting dark.

Let's head on back before we...

Hey, Doc.

What is that?

That look like
a handprint to you?

- Possibly.

- Why is it green?

- There is a local
bioluminescent spore,

grows on decaying wood
called "foxfire."

But this wood still looks very
much alive, and this smells...

It's not organic.
It's almost chemical.

- Hey, hey.

I wouldn't touch that
if I were you.

- Well...

until we test it,
we don't know what it is.

- But what if it's, like,
alien blood or something?

- Would aliens bleed
if they were shot, Captain?

- I don't know
how to answer that.

- Did you just eat
that whole tin?

- Grippos Pretzels.
They're amazing.

- Hey, what are we having
for dinner?

- That was dinner.

- What, for both of us?

- I got you your own tin.

I also got bourbon.

- Hello?

- Mimi?

- Allen.
Are you still in Kentucky?

- Yes, and I'm afraid
the Captain and I

are going to have
to spend the night now.

- What is going on?
Can you tell me anything?

I've been reading
all the papers, and--

- Don't pay attention
to any of it.

I'll tell you the real story
as soon as we know it.

Okay?
I promise.

- The people in my group
are calling it an invasion.

- Mimi?

The Captain and I
are managing it.

- But the people
in my group are--

- Is there anything else?

- A man named Daniel Banks
has been calling the house.

Said he needed you to get in
contact with him right away.

- Banks.

All right,
well, if he calls again,

you tell him that I'm in
Hopkinsville for the night,

and I should be home tomorrow.

- Will do.

- Um, I have to go before it
gets dark, but I'll check in

first thing in the morning when
we're back on the road, okay?

- Okay.

Bye.
- Bye.

- Evan?
It's Mimi.

How would you feel

about going
on a road trip with me?

- No.

No.

Please.

- You were always my favorite.

Before I go...

is there anything
you would like me to tell her?

You know I'm going to find her.

And when she's old enough,

recruit her.

I just hope for your sake

that she's not going
to disappoint us the same way.

- Don't you fucking dare.

- Finish.

- General sold me
a bill of goods.

Blue Book was just
the beginning, they said.

A first step to greater glory.

Promised me the future.
All I do is run in place.

- Did you know that bourbon was
invented by a Baptist minister?

That's true.

- I open up my soul to you,

all you do is give me
a history of booze?

- All right, well, if we're
talking about personal matters,

then why don't you tell me

something about this new woman
in your life?

- How did you know about that?

- You're much more
of an open book

than you think, Captain.

- I am, am I?
- Yes.

All right then.

Well, what else you got
figured out about me?

- You want kids.

Desperately.

But the very idea
of it terrifies you.

I imagine that's to do

with some sort of
tragedy in your past.

- I think that
bourbon's giving you

a little extra
confidence there.

- Well, am I wrong?

- It's Susie.

Mimi's friend.

- Susie.
- Yeah, Susie.

- Susie, Susie?

- Why, I'm not--
this is--does--

Does Mimi know about this?

- No, no, this has sort of
been our little secret.

I like her, Doc.

I like her a lot.

So how long you and Mimi
been together?

- 15 years.

15 years?

- You know, sometimes it feels
like the day we first met.

- She still does it
for you?

- Yeah.

I like her.

I like her a lot.

Something out there.

- We really need
some light out here.

- Yeah.
Where's that lantern?

- It's back
at the farmhouse.

- Hello?

- Anyone have a match?

I hit the road the minute your
wife told me where you were.

Blew out a tire
outside of town.

I've been on foot
for almost an hour.

- That's a long walk.

- In the dark?

In this part of the South?
Yeah, it is.

- Yeah, what was so important

that you had
to get here tonight?

- The CIA has acquired

intelligence detailing
an imminent threat.

- What kind of threat?

- An invasion.

An alien invasion.

- Come on, that's
not even funny right now.

- I know.
It sounds completely crazy.

- Well, I don't know.

Where exactly is this intel
coming from?

- Her name is Rebecca.

- And who is Rebecca?

- She drew this.

Rebecca is part of a new,
highly classified intelligence

gathering program developed
by the CIA called "MK Ultra."

It involves precognition.
Seeing the future.

She's the one who drew this.

- Hang on.

- What is that?

- One of our eyewitnesses here
described this.

- This "Rebecca,"
when did she draw yours?

- Four days ago.

- She tell you anything else
about this upcoming invasion?

- Yeah.

She said that Hopkinsville
is the center point.

And that you two were the
only ones who could stop it.

Maybe we should've gone left
at that fork five miles back.

Why are you slowing down?

- I'm asking for directions.
Locals will know where to go.

- Stay here.
I'll ask.

Afternoon, sir.

We--we were just looking
for Hopkinsville.

- What'd he say?

- He didn't have
to say anything.

Let's just go, come on.
- Well, let me talk to him.

- What? No, no, no.
Wait. Mimi.

- Excuse me, sir?

- If you're after them aliens,

you can just turn
right back around.

- Sorry?

- You newspaper people.

You come down here
and make us all look foolish.

You go on now.

- No, we're not
from the newspaper.

- Sir, you can't
point that at her.

- Everything's fine.

We're part
of a civilian UFO group,

and we're trying to get
to the truth.

So we can tell the world
what really happened here.

But you don't believe
the story, do you?

- I've known that family
a long time.

Them and the truth
are not related.

And if Jimmy Jay's lips
are movin', he's lyin'.

- Well, then his story
shouldn't be the one that

gets out and makes everyone in
town look foolish, should it?

- We created MK Ultra
to investigate the paranormal

after learning the Russians
were working on harnessing

psychic activity
for intelligence purposes.

- Psychics as
a national defense strategy.

What's next, voodoo?

- Unless you're spoken to,
do not address her directly.

Rebecca,
these are the gentlemen

that you told us about.

Is there anything else
I can help you with?

- He has to leave.

- Me?

- We'll step outside.

- But I'd like to observe.

- You can stay.

- Sorry, Professor.

- It's all right, Doc.
I got this.

- I'm sorry.
Some people can block things.

It's just how it works.

- It's okay.

So, what do I--

- Please stop talking.

- Roger that.

- That's talking.

- Where do you find
these people?

- That's something
I can't share.

- Now, I knew someone else who
predicted an encounter once.

- Something big
is about to happen.

- How many people do you have
working at this facility?

- What are you getting at?

- I'm wondering
if I may have met someone

who either works here
or worked here at one point.

Demonstrated the same
kind of precognitive ability

with an insider's knowledge
of government intelligence.

- Well, tell me more,

you know, about this--
this person.

- Whatever kind
of shelter you find,

settle down and make
the best of it.

If there are others with you,

help them by being
as calm as you can.

- Hey, asshole.

- So...

Evidently this--
this is all

gonna happen
in Hopkinsville tonight.

- You know, I was hoping
that we were gonna witness

some genuine clairvoyant
phenomena here today.

I was really was,
but look at these.

Just vague enough
to induce anxiety.

This is no different
from an inkblot test,

except in this case,

you're only seeing
what she wants you to see.

- How could she be
so confident then?

- With all due respect,
the Captain and I

have not completed our
investigation into Hopkinsville

and bringing
in military personnel

will only create a panic.

Thank you,

but we still have
a case to close.

Captain?

I'm not saying I don't think

the possibility
of precognition exists.

- Well, then why be so quick
to dismiss it?

- Well, it's hard enough

trying to solve a case
of alien invaders.

Saying we used CIA psychics
to get there?

I don't know, as a scientist,
I--I simply--I can't.

Certainly not to the generals.
Excuse me.

We were looking
to match a paint color.

Do you do that here?

- We can try.
- How about this?

- That's not paint.

Doesn't smell like it either.

- Well, can you identify
what it is?

- It's a glaze.
Hold on.

- That man in the hat
that led us to D.C.

You said he predicted
that flyover to the minute.

That convinced you, didn't it?

- Yeah, I brought him up
with Daniel.

- Yeah, what'd he say?
- More what he didn't say.

I got the sense there's
a lot more to the story,

but he didn't wanna tell.
- Yeah.

- This is it right here.

- Glaze.
Works just like paint.

- More applications,
better weatherproofing.

- Have you sold any
of this recently?

- As a matter of fact, yes.

Part of a larger order
from our regular customer.

- Can we guess who that was?

- Hello.
- Good evening.

- Bet you they got a horse
with a garden hose

taped to its snout,
call it an elephant.

- Easy, easy.

That's it.
That's it.

- Mr. Shoemaker?

Jimmy Jay?

- This about the aliens,
I'm charging for my time now.

- We're not reporters.

We're from Ringling Brothers.

I'm sure you're familiar
with us, yes?

- Yeah, of course I am.
What are your names?

- This is Mimi.
I'm Evan.

And you're Jimmy Jay,
the famous alien killer.

Well, we've traveled
a long way to see you, sir.

- Well, what can I do
for you folks?

- Well, the bosses
had us come down here,

talk about maybe getting you
to join the big time.

- "The Great Alien Killer,
Jimmy Jay Shoemaker!"

- Course, we just need
to verify some of the details

of your story first.
Isn't that right?

- It's corporate policy.

- So, whatever
you could give us

to help convince our audience
that you're telling the truth.

You know, any physical
evidence, any photos.

- Well, I wish I could help,
but, um,

those government men that came,
they--they took it all away.

They called themselves
Blue Book?

They don't want nobody
to know the truth.

- Hey, Jimmy Jay, they
need you at the box office.

- I'm sorry, but I got
a show to set up for.

But we'll talk after,
all right?

Stick around.

You'll see what a real circus
looks like.

- He's lying.

- About which part?

He's already trying to sell
a painted donkey as a zebra.

- No, about my husband.

Allen wouldn't try
to cover anything up.

- Do you really know that
for a fact, Mimi?

After everything
I've shown you.

Look, isn't it at least
possible that Allen's

been selective about what
he's been sharing with you?

- No.

Allen is the most honest man
I have ever known.

- Mimi?

- Allen?

- What are you doing here?

- Professor.
Evan William Blake.

It's nice to meet you.

And--and you're
Captain Michael Quinn.

- Evan's part of my UFO group,

and he's been helping me
with my research.

- Research?
- But what are you doing here?

- This isn't your source,
is it?

- Helping you.

We were just speaking
with Jimmy Jay, and...

I think I may know
what actually happened here.

Mimi?

- Remember I told you
when I was little,

and my dad used to take me
to the circus?

- Yeah, of course.

You said that was
your favorite thing.

- Well, there was one thing
I loved the most.

- Monkeys.

Because they were trained.

- And usually in costume.

- Hey, Doc.

Look familiar?

- Look at this.

- What's going on in here?

- Maybe you'd like to tell us.

- I'm trying to sell tickets.
- No, you tried to pull a scam.

Not only did you waste
the Air Force's time

by putting out
misleading stories,

you also scared
half of Kentucky.

You work with them?

All that talk about
Ringling Brothers was a lie?

I knew it.

You government people will
do anything to hide the truth.

The monkey's part of
a recreation for the circus.

But what happened earlier,

that was real.

And I'll never change my story.

- It's the Army.
- What are they doing here?

- Why is the Army here?
- Those look like Army trucks.

- Doc, what's going on?

- The CIA is preparing
for an alien invasion.

- We have
to follow those trucks.

- Stay here,
tell everyone there's nothing

to worry about,
everything's under control.

- Stop here.
Kill the lights.

You don't want them to see us.

- If they're preparing
for an invasion, Doc,

then why are they hiding?

Did the CIA capture
a flying saucer already?

- Looks more like
they created one.

Not CIA.
Air Force.

- Halt! Hands up!

- Tethered Aerial
Detection System.

Tracks boats, ground vehicles,
manned airplanes,

all from the sky.

Works as
an early warning system.

- And after unproven reports
of an alien invasion,

you deployed them
to Hopkinsville?

- Did you close the case
or not?

- Well, yes, we did, sir.

It was monkeys.

- Circus monkeys.

Hopkinsville was nothing more
than a hoax.

- Those are pretty.

Add a little sugar to the
water, they'll last longer too.

- Vodka, actually.

It's a trick
most people don't know.

- It certainly preserved you
quite well.

He's one of yours, yes?

He's working
with the Americans now.

- How do you know that?

- I'm going to kill him
for you.

And then we'll be even.

Is that clear?

- What else?

- My daughter.

- We won't touch her--

- You won't even think
about her.

- I wish you both well.

- Well, the last thing
we need is more exposure.

So if it's gonna happen, we're
gonna wanna bring them back

on a Tuesday.

What the hell are you doing
in here?

- Southpaw?

You know I hated southpaws
when I boxed.

Rangy bastards.
All of them.

- Did you ever get
knocked out by one?

- I'm sorry.
Forgive me, I'm being rude.

I only stopped by
to drop this off.

- And what is that?

"Research into scheduling
of secret and purposeful

"aerial activity in designated
locations shows promise.

"Both to test levels
of civilian stress

and the response
by local authorities."

Staging a fake alien invasion

after some circus carnie
reports a story?

So you can what?

Swoop in to calm the public?

Prove your worth
to the White House?

- You looking
to start a war, son?

- We have enough problems
worrying about the one

the Russians are trying
to start, General.

You and I should be looking
to avoid one.

- What do you want?

- Time comes,
I'll give you my answer.

Yeah.

I bet you were one
tricky bastard in the ring.

- You ever wanna find out.

Good day, gents.

- Whoa.

Hey.

I'm the one
who should be surprised.

I live here, remember?

Sorry.

- No, it's okay.

I'm glad you're here.

- You are?

- I missed this face.

Go back to sleep
while I shower.

Are you okay?

- Yes.
I just missed you too.

Are you sure you're okay?

- Mimi, can we talk?
- She's not here.

Or Joel.

I've arranged to have them
out of the house.

So you and I can have
a little talk.

- What is this?
What do you want?

- Three, one, five.

Four, five, six.

Five, nine, three.

Nine.