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Previously on Project Blue Book.

Spaceships, aliens, all this stuff we're asking about.

The Air Force knows they don't exist.

There is nothing that can come out of that sky that you or I can't explain.

If you believe that you have seen these strange lights in the sky, please raise

your hands.

You don't actually believe an inch of this could be for real, do you? The

probability of us being alone in our universe is zero.

And what does your husband do? He can't really talk about it.

I think there's...

Something warm going on.

Logic can't begin to explain what we're doing here.

Something big is about to happen. Something you've been waiting for since

took this job.

Proof. I like to be up there, sir.

No one's better qualified at this stage.

In my opinion, it was an air crack.

I have no idea what kind. I'm convinced that Captain Quinn believes his story,

the confusion described by this orientation, sounds more like hypoxic

After all we've seen, Sold me out. The only way to really get to the truth is

convince them that we don't believe. Because if we don't believe, then we're

a threat. And if we're not a threat, then... Keep our job.

Jobs which will allow us to continue our search for the truth.

into a game.

Losing control.

Has the target been eliminated?

Captain Quinn, what is your status?

Come in, Captain Quinn.

Captain Quinn.

Do you copy?

Do you copy?

Hold on. Hold on.

There are still things that I just can't account for. There is nothing that can

come out of that sky that you or I can't exploit. Even when the truth flies

right over your head, it's still impossible to believe.

You just gotta change everything.

Captain,

what do you think?

It's for the generals. I figured if we advertised our patriotic victories, we'd

earn back some trust.

Give the generals what they want? Let's just uncover the truth in our own time.

You don't seem so sure now.

I've been thinking about what happened up there.

That plane over D .C.

That theory of yours, hypoxic dementia.

Maybe I was imagining things.

Going somewhere?

I just came up last minute.

Top secret flight request to Roswell, New Mexico.

Just came up.

What the hell is going on?

I got another one of those calls last night.

Yeah. Guy ranting about Roswell thing. He knows all the secrets.

All our secrets.

Says he has real evidence this time.

There's always going to be some nutbag out there that says that they have

evidence. You can't take it personal.

Calls are one thing.

Every time I give an inch to someone who's looking to tear our nation apart

conspiracy theories about aliens and flying saucers, it tells me one thing.

I didn't do my fucking job.

Sure, I'm having second thoughts. I mean, look at all these cases.

Every single one of them has some sort of scientific, logical explanation.

You mean excuse.

Well, look, I don't know what I saw up there, but I do know people are scared,

and it's our job to tell them there's nothing to be afraid of. But that

change the fact that you and I have both seen things that can't be explained.

General Harding is ready for you both.

Here we go.

Look what we accomplished in D .C.

An unknown threat buzzes the White House. Hundreds of people witness it,

we're the ones to put it to bed.

How? Because we officially investigated it. I want Project Blue Book to formally

close the Roswell incident.

Closing Roswell means reopening it. You put Blue Book in that position and they

fail, those guys won't be the only ones to lose their jobs. Are you ready to

face that?

Yeah.

Generals.

Sir, you wanted to see us.

We're going on a little field trip.

Where? New Mexico.

I'll brief you in the air. Yes, sir.

Would you excuse us, please, Doctor?

Certainly. Thank you.

If you see anything unusual out there, I want you to call me right away. You got

it?

Yes, sir.

Go ahead.

General Blackstone's an old friend.

Deputy commander of the 58th Bomb Wing. Helped us clean up the whole Roswell

debacle back in 47.

Jimmy. Ryan.

Great to see you.

Must have been about six years now.

Looking more like ten for you.

General. Captain Quinn.

Dr. Hynek, I'm sure the generals told you all about our situation here.

His side of it, yes.

Six years on, we've still got locals spreading lies about aliens running

out in Texas. You said you had a file room set up for these guys so they can

started. We've got the reports all laid out for you.

I'll be right outside if you need anything else.

Thank you.

You're welcome, sir.

This is all redacted. There's nothing here.

You do know what we need to do here, right?

Rubber stamp this and move on.

You want to rubber stamp something like that?

I was actually relieved to get your call, Jim.

Ever since D .C., town's been talking again.

People just don't want to believe.

People?

How many people?

If this was just a weather balloon, why all this secrecy? I mean, there's not

even a photograph of the crash site. This is ridiculous.

I mean, there can't be all there is.

I mean, there's obviously something going on here.

Listen, Harding wouldn't have brought us if this was a total cover -up. Oh,

yeah, he would.

If he thought we were going to play ball.

After D .C., we're the ones that close cases. Remember?

Doesn't mean every case is a cover -up now.

What's going on?

Stay here.

General,

we have a report of a downed aircraft about 50 miles northwest of here.

Is it one of ours?

No, sir.

I have no idea what it is, but apparently the whole desert's on fire.

All right, let's get that flag out of there. Put some shovels on that fire.

Let's go.

What are you waiting for? Let's go, let's go.

Move, move.

Hey,

what have you got?

This was found at the site, but it's lost.

Let me see that, please.

Thank you.

Doc, what is that?

I don't know yet.

Harding?

It's a, uh... Original Roswell crash was reported in the press July... 1947,

yes.

Chip.

Box has your name on it.

How'd you know how to do that?

What is that? What are you doing?

Evidently, somebody left us a message.

1947, alien spacecraft crashed in this desert.

Before you stands the man who covered it all up, General Hardy.

Tomorrow at 9 a .m. I will show the world proof of what really happened in

Roswell, New Mexico.

You can see this smoke for miles, Jim.

It's only a matter of time before this place starts rumbling again.

Can't have this happen again. I need to find out who did this.

You don't think I'd have an idea.

It's your town.

Jimmy, after what you pulled here in 47, you know who would want to stage a

stunt like this?

Everyone.

General, the captain and I were talking. There's a TV station here in town.

What if we went there to...

Stop this news from spreading. Get ahead of it like we did in D .C.

It's actually a great idea.

Tell them it's a national security issue.

Tell them to keep their mouths shut. Anyone who's got a problem, you let me

know. Sir.

Quinn.

That note.

It stays between us. I understand.

Of course, sir.

just trying to make us look good. If you read the reports, you'd know that

Harding was the man in charge of the investigation and that he ordered all

material gathered at the crash site flown out of the base as quickly as

on two separate planes in case one crashed. How do you know that?

It's classified information.

I have a source to rely on in these kind of situations now.

What source?

We have 24 hours to find out who wrote this. We won't be able to do that if we

wait for Harding to give his orders. But we have to find this. Well, if Harding

finds them first, he'll bury anything they have and we'll never know if any of

them is true.

Hello? Amy.

Oh, Alan.

Where are you? I thought you'd be home hours ago.

I'm in New Mexico.

Roswell, actually.

What? When did that happen?

Late last night.

Harding practically kidnapped us.

I need some information again.

Okay, just hold on.

Is this my handsome captain calling me today? He's running late.

Makes a call to... Cancel.

I'm out of time for a couple days.

Anywhere fun?

Anywhere but.

I'm here. I was hoping to enjoy that warm bed I was in.

The first thing I'm going to need is names of witnesses. You may have seen

something strange, peculiar.

July 1947.

I want to get back.

I promise.

I gotta go.

I'll miss you. You too.

You look flush.

Something burned.

I'm not used to this heat.

You get what you needed?

Have to check back later.

Is this source like a student or something scouring the library?

Yeah, something like that. Come on.

Station's this way.

There was another crash?

No, no. There was no crash.

That's why we're here.

It's all a hoax.

So if anyone tries to report it... What do you mean a hoax?

Well, it's under investigation.

Which means that for now...

Should anything get broadcast without prior Air Force authorization, it would

a national security issue. Totally understand.

Whatever the Air Force wants.

Don't want to lose my license again.

Lose your license again?

What do you mean?

Mr. McDoyle.

Yes. Someone tried to take your broadcast license away.

When? It was back in 47 after the first crash, but it was just a

misunderstanding. You got nothing to worry about this time.

Yeah.

I'm a patriot.

Just like you boys.

Well, that wasn't weird at all, was it? So, on the day of the original crash,

the radio station reportedly broadcast calls from panicked locals who say they

saw an actual ship crash down.

The radio station is now the TV station. The Air Force allegedly confiscated the

tapes of those calls, and it would appear threatened to take away the

license as well. Okay.

How do you know all this stuff?

Why do you know all this stuff?

I told you, after D .C., I started looking at the past cases. You had to

understand the history a little bit more, yes, but these details, there's

nothing in the official reports.

What else do you know about what happened here?

And where are you getting this information? It's just drawn together

various sources, researches, reports. It's all public record.

So it's hearsay. Well, you look at it that way, our entire job is hearsay. The

unofficial version of events at Roswell is quite compelling, Captain.

All right, Doc.

July 5th, 1947.

Major storm.

The locals said it was the lightning that took it down that night.

Next morning, a rancher by the name of Mike Connors found his field covered in

strange metal.

He said whatever the debris was, he could tell that it wasn't man -made.

By the end of the day, his neighbors are showing up, collecting bits of it for

themselves, and he felt it was his duty to inform the authorities.

They took one look at it, and they all thought the same thing.

It was part of an extraterrestrial craft.

Then, someone leaked it out.

As soon as the story hit the wire, it caused shockwaves far and wide. Papers

Europe even got a hold of it.

And that is when the big guns rise.

General Harding.

He was put in charge of the investigation, or the cover -up,

you look at it.

Once he got to Connors Farm, no one's really sure what happened. But two days

later, Connors bought himself a brand new car, and the entire town stopped

talking.

During that time, the wreckage was flown out of Roswell and taken to Texas,

where Harding held a press conference.

The saucer, he said, was nothing more than a weather balloon.

I'm going to get a cheeseburger.

You want a cheeseburger?

Did you hear anything that I said? Every word.

Getting at the truth.

And entertaining every conspiracy story are two very different things, Don.

Well, maybe you need to ask yourself which conspiracy you are entertaining

because you saw Harding at that crash site and he was hiding.

Thank you.

Okay,

he's hiding something. Let's say even half your story is true.

How does one person silence an entire town? One by one, starting at the radio

station.

After D .C., we agreed to work together from the inside, following the evidence

wherever it led us. We also agreed to keep our heads down so we don't get cut

off. Harding's regular chaperone. And we just need to be extra careful. Look, if

someone in Roswell really is holding the smoking gun, then this isn't just our

chance to reveal the truth. It also means the cover -up is real, which makes

our duty to bring Harding down.

Look, Captain, I know you swore an oath. I know what Harding has done for you.

But this, this is, it's bigger than that. You realize what you're saying? If

government is covering up the existence of flying saucers in Roswell, then you

and I are in the best position to expose that truth.

Are you willing to do that with me?

It's been a while.

General?

Shit, I forget how hot it gets out here.

I swear I have no idea how you make a living in a place like this.

Oh.

I got your message.

What message?

You really didn't need all the theatrics.

Although, calling my house in the middle of the night just to get me here, that

was ballsy.

What happened?

Seriously, did you spend it all?

Did you lose it at the track?

Who wrote this?

Look, I'm here so we can work this out, just like last time.

You just give me the evidence that you say you've kept, and this is yours.

But this isn't me.

I don't have anything.

You, of all people, should know that I don't like being lied to.

Mike, you really want me to believe that it wasn't you?

Come on.

You know, when you first came to see me, I thought you were here to help.

And you did.

That money changed my life.

And I've regretted it every day since.

Gentlemen, he needs more convincing.

We'll see you next week.

Evan.

Betty.

Oh, you missed a whopper of a meeting today. The Aurora incident of 1897.

I think my mind is still reeling over last week's McMinnville photos, but I'm

glad I caught you before you left.

Oh, I know that face.

You're down the rabbit hole, aren't you?

I'm looking for more on Roswell.

Aren't we all?

Specifically eyewitness testimony.

People who saw the crash, the debris, anything like that.

I'm just so impressed by what you've been able to find.

I'll tell you what.

I've got my research notebook here. I'll copy what I have. I'll bring it to next

week's meeting.

Do you mind if I borrow it?

It's time -sensitive.

You have a time -sensitive Roswell situation?

It's a long story.

Take close care of this, Betty.

But you have to promise to tell me that long story.

Evan, thank you. I will bring this back next week.

I promise.

Who was that?

It was Betty.

Carpenter.

She likes to lurk in the back. Just moved here from Raleigh.

Is that what she told you?

Evan.

I know who that is.

Yeah, I think this trucker, Duncan Booker, that's the best place to start

what I see here.

Thank you. You're a lifesaver.

No problem.

We've got to wrap this up, Doc.

Harding's going to be wondering where we've been.

And the note says the evidence comes out at 9 a .m. tomorrow. We're running out

of time. Come on.

Who's this guy again?

Only witness to claim to have seen the saucer in the sky.

Hello?

Mr. Booker?

Mr.

Booker?

Duncan Booker.

Hello?

Well, if I was betting on polar desert stuff, I'd go all in on this guy.

You see something?

I'll be right back.

There was more than one crash site.

Hey!

Oh, hold on!

Duncan! U .S. Air Force! You don't need to run!

Air Force?

What are you doing in my house?

I won't be doing running if it's your house.

Door was open, by the way.

If not first, then just still trespass.

We're sorry. We really thought you were inside. We just wanted to talk to you.

Think I pulled that stunt out in the desert, don't you?

Tires. You know about that?

It's a small town. We're gravel fast.

What exactly did you hear?

Something about a hoax exposing evidence. I don't know.

Folks around here are crazy, though, ever since the first one.

All this stuff here.

Maps, diagrams, photos.

You think I'm crazy now? It just looks a whole lot like a plan to expose

evidence. That's all.

It's research.

Nothing wrong with that, is there?

That craft you built in the backyard, is that research as well?

It's my business, not yours. We didn't come here to interrogate you. We just

want to hear your story about that night.

You know what happened the last time the Air Force asked you about that?

No.

It doesn't look like it went well.

Duncan. We're part of Project Blue Book. We'd like to hear your story.

All of it, Van.

Maybe we can help you.

Help how?

I don't think you're crazy.

Maybe we can get the truth out there, but we can't do that if we don't know

really happened.

It wasn't just me, you know.

Judy saw it, too.

Who's Judy?

My girlfriend.

I guess you could say.

One minute, you got some nice rolling thunder.

Then it, uh, sounded like the sky itself was falling.

We watched the ship crash down.

I don't know where we're at.

Judy begged me not to go look, but I didn't listen to her.

Now that day doesn't go by that I wish I hadn't.

Duncan, we should go back.

I called the base to tell them our story.

They threatened us.

Judy was so scared, she agreed to do whatever they wanted her to.

No, don't sign this! I have to sign it! No, no!

Left town shortly after that.

Never saw her again.

That's why I can't let this go.

You know, we used to talk about getting married before all that happened.

told us they'd bury us out in the desert if we didn't say it was a weather

balloon yeah i'm sorry you've seen air force officials threaten your life not

officials just one man i knew

something didn't feel right this time well for all we know it was just a bluff

we can't risk that eisenhower's not the ally we thought if we don't prove our

worth now we can kiss oversight on this matter goodbye

He needs to see that we're in charge.

So seal up the town and tighten it up like last time.

These people have been through enough of that, Hugh.

Hey, don't give up on me now.

We've got to protect the program.

Don't pretend that you do what needs to be done when I'm the one doing it. I'll

call you when I'm finished.

Are you sure you can't stay?

I was going to make blueberry pancakes.

You're a sweetheart.

I can't.

Well, you got to work.

Or do you work? I never asked you that.

It's a boring secretarial job. You won't lose any points. Don't worry.

I'm good.

Can you help me with her?

What are you doing?

I'm sorry, miss. This is a matter of national security.

I need to see what you're hiding under there.

I have to. go to work.

Well, you are going to be a little late.

He's been lying from the start.

You do realize that was the first time to count a party threatening a civilian

to hide what happened here.

A weather balloon fits that story.

If you believe Duncan's story about Harding, you have to believe all of

So you believe he saw a flying saucer fall from the sky?

We'd have to re -interview and check his details, but... It's a theory.

Well, how about this theory?

It's crazy.

Come on.

A man built a flying saucer.

Who does that? Maybe a man struggling with the trauma of a legitimate past

encounter. What about all the other witness accounts? Two people. That's two

people. So far.

There are others, all those people who called into the station. You can't find

them unless you think they, you know, will be lying, too. Well, all I'm saying

is that before we go accusing the U .S. Air Force of a crime, we have to have

some real... That's all it is.

Can't get through here.

I need you to turn this jeep around.

Airman, Captain Michael Quick.

What are you talking about?

What's going on? This is the way out.

Roswell's under quarantine, sir.

Restrict the kill orders on anyone who tries to leave.

Under whose authority?

General Harding.

The whole town's locked down.

Well, this is the way out. What are we supposed to do?

I'm sorry, sir. I need you to turn this jeep around.

You all right, Dad?

Yeah. Close call.

Sir, you got to get out of here.

This town's remembering his playbook, just like before.

Harding silencing Roswell again.

Not if we're here.

We're working on a plan to go door to door. We're going to start here and work

our way north. If we general.

Sir, what the hell's going on out there?

Where have you two been?

We almost just got killed by an active shooter at your checkpoint.

A shooter?

Roswell's under quarantine.

No wonder people are trying to attack us.

Sir, what really happened here?

No one in this town is falling for that weather balloon theory anymore, and

neither are we. So either you come clean with us right now. Enough.

Ryan, can you give us a couple minutes?

Hell yes.

I got a crazy shooter to deal with now.

First of all, I'm glad you're okay.

Secondly, I'm sorry.

The reason we put out a quarantine was for everyone's safety. More like to keep

the cover -up going. Oh, you think there was a cover -up, do you? Yeah.

You're right.

There was.

A crash in 47 wasn't a weather balloon. That's just what we had to tell the

public. It was a top -secret spy balloon, codenamed Project Mobile.

Its primary purpose was the long -range detection of sound waves generated by

the Soviets' atomic bomb tests.

We couldn't let the Russians know what we were up to, so we lied.

We told the world it was a weather balloon.

Then we tried to put the genie back in the bottle.

So there was a cover -up in Roswell.

To hide a classified government program to keep Americans safe? You're damn

right there was.

Now you know the real truth.

Dismissed.

Even you have to admit it makes sense.

The secrecy, the clamping down on civilians. Need to change initial

And these witnesses did see something they never saw before. No one had. Yeah,

but the debris these witnesses described, sure, there may have been

sophisticated audio equipment on board, but a spy balloon is still just a

balloon made of rubber sticks and tinfoil. How could so many have gotten

wrong?

You worried they got it wrong, Doc?

Or you didn't? Sir!

We found the shooter!

Who's in there? The post I was fired on tried to shoot her back here. They're

setting off smoke bombs since we arrived.

Hold up inside right now. Name's Stuart Terry, former service member.

What are they going to do to him? Professor, stay back.

I want that man alive, you hear me?

Sir. Squad, let's move out.

So he pretty much confessed to shooting at the checkpoint earlier.

You say why?

He said he had a bad taste in his mouth from the last time the military took

over the town.

Couldn't bear to see it happen again.

What about the tire stud?

Swore it wasn't him. Thanks, fellas.

Good team effort.

Get that burn lift out, Captain.

Yeah.

Doug, thanks for your help.

I believe I just pointed at him. You're the one who ran.

Nice work, fellas.

I certainly wasn't expecting this one to ask you to come. What's going to happen

to him?

Well, he'll be facing a military trial and probably spend the rest of his life

in prison.

Let's get back to base.

I want to get on a plane home as fast as possible.

You do live here.

Evan, um...

Hello. This is Alan Hynek's home.

I looked up the address.

Your name's not really Betty, is it?

And you're his wife.

Come inside.

Please.

Do you want a scotch?

Bourbon?

Bourbon's all right.

a couple of ice cubes if that's okay.

Evan, I'm sorry.

I lied about who I was because I was worried I wouldn't be accepted into the

group. When Caroline told me who you were, I thought you were working with

FBI.

They try to infiltrate our groups, not just ours, across the whole country.

But what does the FBI want with civilian UFO groups?

They think we're dangerous.

Well, that's silly.

We are dangerous.

The government is involved in a massive conspiracy to cover up the evidence of

visitors from other worlds. When we try to expose the truth, that makes us

enemies of the state.

How much does your husband share with you?

He shares.

Do you have access to his file? Why are you asking me that? I don't want to make

you uncomfortable, but you are aware of Blue Book's reputation.

Well, are you aware of my husband?

Yes, and it's stellar.

At least for now.

Mimi, you have the ability to do something that we could never do.

To pass along information to the one person who could make a difference.

And that makes you part of the solution.

If I show you what I know...

Together, we could blow the lid off this whole government cover -up.

How's that?

Thank you.

What is it?

I know that look.

Okay.

Why lure in the Air Force claiming a conspiracy if all you were planning to

was go out in a blaze of glory?

Oh, come on.

Still?

Okay.

Because he had no evidence.

His plan was to be martyred for the cause all along. How's that?

That's a shooter.

He's gonna be all right.

Looks like someone beat the hell out of him.

Excuse me there, fellas.

Wait a moment, please.

Thank you.

Who did this to you?

You tried to tell him the man who you're after.

Who?

You tried to tell who?

White hair.

Blue eyes.

Chat. Scene. It's personal.

And you don't know who that is?

When I shot that post, I was just trying to scare him.

It felt like it was happening again.

I thought the enemy was coming after me from what I'd done.

But I told him.

I kept my secret after the first crash.

Why would I want to try and broadcast it now?

What secret after the first crash?

You are in a world of shit right now.

And we might be able to help you, but only if you tell us the truth.

What's secret from the first crash?

Well, almost no one knows.

So there were two separate crash sites.

That rancher's field that everyone read about.

And another, far more secure site.

Where they found the rest of the ship.

That's where I was stationed.

In order to secure the perimeter.

Authorized to shoot.

Anybody wasn't supposed to be there.

I thought it was a kid at first, seeking a peek at what no one was meant to see.

So I chased him.

I know this sounds crazy.

When I shot it.

Weeks later, when the wreckage was cleared, I retraced my steps.

Recovered its remains.

Buried under a big dead tree on my land.

So no one would know.

It's still out there.