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You're about to be let in on the most highly classified data America holds.

We have a device that can allow us to send one human being back in time.

Come on, man. Go back to that hip -hop thing.

Yeah, we lost it.

I'm not here but evangelist and static.

Same difference.

Good evening, night owls, insomniacs, conspiracy freaks, and UFO -ologists.

A whopping 3 ,000 watts of power brings me to you live from Never Never Land,

the secret government facility here in the Nevada desert. You ever listen to

this guy, Walt Landon? Man, the world's creepy enough without him giving me

nightmares.

This is Copperhead passing mile 29, status normal.

Roger that, status normal here.

We're almost home, Diamondback out.

That's ridiculous.

My men don't wear jackboots. You're taking a little dramatic license,

He's telling paranoid lies to the American public.

The secrecy here at Never Never Land began after the UFO crash at Roswell,

Mexico in 1947.

Sources say this is where the United States Army brought the captured

and its inhabitants who may or may not have died in the crash.

I have as my guest tonight a...

former NNL employee who claims not only to have seen the Roswell spacecraft, but

who says that aliens from the home planet in the Zeta Reticula star system

among us as we speak, preparing to launch an attack on us unless we return

top -secret technology we stole from them.

Who listens to spacecraft?

Do you ever tell spooky stories, man, around a campfire?

I hated those stories.

Oh, do I detect a bedwetter?

I can refer to my guest only as Citizen X. Because any further identification

could lead to... To my death.

No question about that.

Citizen X, can you tell us... What Never Neverland's been doing with this alien

technology?

Well, it's taken us decades to understand the rudiments, but spending

time for hyperspeed travel.

Time travel.

Damn.

Damn.

Snake Pit, this is Diamondback. We need a medical emergency team ASAP at mile

29.

God help.

Did you see it? What happened to him, Adam? That creature. It was... It was a

human.

I -0 to Unit 7. I -0 to Unit 7.

Recognize the gambit, Doctor?

Bobby Fischer used it to defeat Boris Vosky in a 72 -world title.

Correct. Frank's ability to photo -memorize the championship charts makes

formidable opponent.

That and the legendary Parker variations.

I believe that's checkmate, Frank.

Well, I guess it's true then.

What's true?

Old age and cunning beats youth and enthusiasm every time. It's not the way

heard it.

It's old age and trickery.

Isaac, we need to speak.

The apple cart was upset tonight near Paiute Springs.

How bad.

It's in the local water supply.

Nudit has already tracked the radiation spread to the Colorado River.

Good God.

What's going on, Bradley?

As of now, you're on code black alert, Frank.

Automatic backstep?

All other intel will be on a need -to -know basis.

Hold the traffic another half hour, and then start letting them through. But

under no circumstances is anyone to be allowed into this area.

The entire area is cordoned off. We don't know what we're dealing with here.

Later.

The entire southwest may be poisoned soon, and yet

it's all so quiet.

Chernobyl was quiet for months.

The screaming will come later.

Oh, fellas.

Frank B. Parker, NSA.

What a surprise.

Oh, God, what did you do that for?

You're not supposed to be here, Frank.

Sure I am. I came with Medner and Tomic. What, in the trunk?

Captain Brenneman, would you escort Mr.

Parker out of the area? My pleasure, sir. Oh, come on, Donovan, I just want

find out what's going on.

He's back here.

Shoot him.

You're lucky you're bigger than me.

Yeah, tough guys with your guns, huh?

I just found a very unusual stain on the side of this van.

Perhaps the driver hit a deer.

That's a possibility.

I would like to do an analysis, though. Oh, that's all right, Olga.

Everything's been taken care of.

But don't you think this is... Olga, there's no need for you to stay here. Go

back to base.

Of course.

Hey. Mr. Parker, you don't belong out here. Apparently neither do you.

Well, everything seems to be under control.

Too much control if you ask me.

Listen, there's a place down the road that's made pancakes and eggs in art

Might as well salvage something out of this. Your treat?

Yeah, my treat.

Okay.

So, why the hush -hush with Medner and Talmadge?

We're all family, right?

Some families have secrets, I suppose.

Didn't some famous shrink say families are only as sick as their secrets?

Mm -hmm.

Read about the local A &E, mister?

Maybe I'll have an easier time trying to find out what was in that truck on the

other side of the timeline.

You know, I'm curious about what caused that crash.

As soon as Messner saw me scrape this off the side of the truck, he and

dismissed me from the site.

What is it? Could be blood.

Could be motor oil.

I don't think that's motor oil, Mr. Parker.

Read about the local aliens, mister?

Come on, it's only a quarter.

Or three for a dollar.

Get you for your friend.

Anybody ever fall for that scam?

Around here? Oh, yeah.

What's your name, kid?

Vince.

We call them EBs.

It stands for extraterrestrial bio... Oh, did you make that name up yourself?

I copped it from the radio guy, Walt Landis.

Pretty scary.

Yeah, they ate a lady once.

But my mom made me take out that picture.

Wow. So, have you ever seen any of these EBs, Vince?

No, but they do live in the woods close by.

They only come out at night, way past my bedtime.

Tell me, Vince, why do you think they hang around peyote springs?

Can't be for the nightlife.

It's because Never Neverland stole their spaceship, and they want it back.

Everybody around here knows it, but they're scared to say anything.

Everybody except that radio guy and Citizen X.

Who is Citizen X?

He used to work at Never Neverland. He calls Walt Landis sometimes for all his

cool inside information.

Vincent, how many times have I told you not to peddle that trash around here?

Uh -oh. Sorry, Jesse.

Well, crazy stories don't help this area's reputation one bit.

Looks like it helps bringing customers.

Oh, sure.

You spent 60 cents on a cup of coffee and three hours trying to pump me for

real story on this Roswell alien nonsense.

Refill? Yeah.

You okay?

You seem a little nervous.

I'm fine.

You heard anything about what happened on the road there last night?

Sure. It's another big government conspiracy to make me late for work in

morning. Excuse me.

Sorry, Dr. Vukovic.

I've ordered 13 car.

What? Who's ordering?

May I have that kid, please?

Well, this is part of an official investigation.

I was told to confiscate it, ma 'am.

Thank you, Doctor. You may pass.

Wait! You can't take that!

Yes, he can.

This is ridiculous!

Hold it. Let it go.

God, I've never seen you so willing to bend over to authority before.

Sometimes you just gotta think ahead in this business.

would you feel if you were being stonewalled?

You know, Bradley, it seems I've spent half a lifetime keeping others in the

dark.

It's never pleasant when it's with one of your own.

The witching hour.

Somebody better start telling me what the hell's going on.

Frank.

That's it? All I get is a chip?

I know you're extremely curious about all this, Frank, but don't bother to try

and read it on your own. It's been encrypted.

And when you call us on the other side of the timeline, we've got a special

word for you to use.

Fruit basket.

Fruit basket.

You'll be given further orders at that time.

Can't wait.

So, do you think there really are aliens who hold some sort of aggression

against us?

Let's hope this will give us some answers when I get back.

Pick a blank blind man's bluff.

There's something you should know.

What happened out there, the reason for this back step, we've lost a shipment of

element 115.

What, fuel for the sphere?

It's the most lethal contaminant we've ever encountered, and it's not the first

time it's happened. It happened back in 1987 with tragic consequences.

You've got to stop it. Does this have anything to do with the EVs?

Isaac, please tell me what the hell's going on here.

at 107.

Engage!

This

is

Conundrum. Go ahead, Conundrum.

Food basket.

But I can tell you that a shipment of Element 115 was... Don't say another

Conundrum. We're tracing your call now.

We'll have a Griffin team pick you up ASAP. Don't move from your position.

But... That's an order, Conundrum. Out.

Uh, what is Fruit Basket?

Nothing to concern you, my dear.

Got any more of those comic books?

Do I know you, mister?

Uh, no.

But I heard they're pretty informative.

I wanted to ask you about those evenings.

Happy to see you fellas, too.

I'll take that chip now, sir.

Maybe you ought to remove that 2x4 from your butt first, Brandon.

Do you know me?

Only by reputation.

The Chip, sir.

Last a minute.

These men will escort you back to the base.

Say, what am I, FedEx?

Maybe some other time, kid.

I'll take it from here, gentlemen.

I'll be handling your debriefing, Frank.

Great, because there's a lot I want to ask you, too, Isaac.

Would you like some coffee?

I'm afraid there can't be much help. You already have been.

Anna and I lost something out on the road near Paiute Springs, something

classified that was supposed to be delivered here.

Before I backstepped, you told me it was Element 115, and you said this wasn't

the first time. That's absurd.

You told me you lost the shipment in 87. You said there were consequences.

It never happened.

Oh, cut the crap, Isaac. You told me yourself.

I don't know what you're talking about, Frank.

Clearly, you're disoriented from the backstab. Don't do this to me, Isaac.

Well, until you get some rest, I'd advise discretion on this.

You want me to shut up?

It's what I've always liked about you, Frank.

You're a plain -spoken man.

Commissionship, it seems there is going to be a mishap with the delivery of 115.

How bad?

Code black contamination of the Colorado River from Lake Mead to Yuma.

Dear God.

I've already moved up the schedule and rerouted the shipment.

Camel cart arriving.

Gabby, that gate next to me.

Your west door is in your train.

Control 1 at 40.

Penny for your thoughts.

These thoughts you don't want.

Perhaps it's best not to always question the need for secrecy around here. I

mean, maybe there are some things that are better off not knowing.

I don't believe that, and neither do you.

You're right.

I'm just trying to make you feel better.

I was hoping you were going to say that.

What?

What's this?

Something you were going to analyze on the other side of the timeline until the

guards tried to take it away from you.

My guess is they were under orders from Mentor.

Why would Dr. Mentor try to stop me from doing a simple analysis? He's hiding

something. I think he wanted to tell me about it before I backstabbed, but now

he's totally clammed up again.

Do we have any idea what this is?

Unless I'm way off.

You're looking at honest -to -goodness grade -A alien blood there.

And we're in a lot bigger mess than anyone here wants us to know.

You're working late.

Just finishing off some tests.

Blood analysis?

Yes, actually, I'm monitoring Parker's cell count. There seems to be some mild

fluctuations lately.

I saw the two of you talking earlier on the grounds.

Oh, yes?

I know he's upset about his latest backstep being surrounded in secrecy.

Well, he's a big boy.

He'll handle it.

You know, I'm concerned that backstepping is affecting him

expressed some very peculiar notions lately. Have you noticed?

You know, Mr. Parker, persecution complex comes easily to him.

I know that you want to protect his position on the program.

And so do I.

So I suggest you keep me informed whenever you have a discussion with him.

Of a peculiar nature.

That's right.

Of a peculiar nature.

You know, Olga, it's very important that you and I trust each other on this

matter.

Get some rest. That can wait till morning.

It's late night, Dr. Vukovic?

Mm -hmm.

Are you okay?

Oh, great.

You know, you were right about Dr. Mentner. He is behaving strangely.

It was like he was threatening me.

He wants me to inform him of all our conversations.

What about the blood sample?

Well, I have a distinct feeling he has his eyes on me, so I'll continue

analyzing it later.

See, you only pretend not to be subversive. That's what I love about

Love?

That kid Vince Atlantis has the dirt on all the local lore. His broadcast should

be ending right about now.

What if he's on tape?

Then we just had a lovely moonlit ride for nothing.

And that would be due to the glacial melt that's caused by global warming?

Precisely, Walt.

By the year 2050, cities such as Los Angeles can expect to have canals and

waterways much like Venice, Italy.

This is very disturbing. Professor, if you will stay on the line, we'll take

some calls right after we have a few messages from the...

Very courageous supporters of truth who keep this program on the air.

How did you get past security?

You mean the guy asleep in the lobby?

All right, I take it you're not here for an autographed headshot.

My name's Alan Schaefer. Don't even bother. I can smell you people a mile

You're from Never Never Land.

What? It's the haircut.

You're one of those camo dudes.

The perimeter spooks are like to harass the curious.

Who's the dudette?

We're not here to harass you, Mr. Landis, but we would like some

Well, it was not a coincidence. That makes two of us.

The E .B .s, the creatures that people have supposedly seen around here, do you

think they really exist?

Personally, yes.

I have no conclusive proof, but there have been plenty of sightings, most of

them on the old Pine Highway north of Paiute Springs.

Now it's my turn.

What do you do at NNL?

That's classified.

Why is everything that profoundly affects our lives always classified?

You know, if this game's going to be interesting, you have to give me

I'm a test pilot.

All right.

If that's true, then we're getting somewhere.

Have you ever heard of any incidents of aggression against the base by these

EBs? You're talking about July 4th, 1987.

It's not officially documented, but everybody in town knows about it.

A cargo plane heading for NNL mysteriously crash -landed north of

Springs. Word has it it was shot down by an alien spacecraft.

They also say that the plane was carrying an element taken from the

craft. Well, quicker than you can say Little Gray Man, the entire area was

locked down by Griffin Force troops for more than a month.

After that, the town of Paiute Springs virtually dried up and died.

Everybody who was living here then was either dead or disappeared.

Now, my turn.

Exactly what kind of craft are you testing?

Who is Citizen X?

I believe we've reached a stalemate, and I'm back on the air in five.

We are talking with Professor Diederik from the Institute of Geological

I want a security check on Parker's quarters.

Now!

Stay close.

Could be dangerous.

Nice try, Mr. Parker.

Suit yourself.

What was that?

Come on.

natural gas facility.

Someone or something has been down here.

Miss Vukovic and I are conducting an independent investigation.

Cobalt level clearance gives us that right.

And cyan level gives me the right to shut you down.

Let's go.

Sir. Quit calling me sir, would you?

Ma 'am.

Stop calling me ma 'am. You're

getting really tired of this,

Bradley. Sit down, Frank.

First to try and keep me in the dark about my mission, now I got Griffin

busting me every time I turn around.

Griffin team doesn't report to me.

So who sicked him on me, Dr. Mettener? He's a scientist, for God's sake.

Thought at least he'd want to know the truth.

Frank, if you don't let go of this, the Griffins will kill you, and there'll be

nothing that I can do about it except notify your ex -wife.

And tell her what? That I discovered things you didn't want me to see?

You owe me more than this, Bradley.

Frank has infected you with his renegade spirit?

He was just looking for answers, Isaac.

As was I.

You're suspended from duty until further notice.

What?

And any further insubordination on your part will force me to reconsider your

continued viability as a member of this backstep team.

Well, then I suppose I should go home and water my plants.

Oh, no, you can't do that.

under house arrest.

I'll see to it that Ramsey sends someone to do the watering for you. You know we

saw them, don't you?

The E .B .s or whatever it is they're called.

The aliens?

You two have no idea what you've seen.

Stalag 13, Hogan speaking.

What does it feel like to be the tail wagging the dog?

Citizen X?

How did you get my number?

I used to work there, remember?

I know all the skeletons.

I know how everything works.

Who are you?

Obviously, it's too dangerous to tell you that.

All right.

What do you know about what's going on?

I know that you've been approaching this all wrong.

Talk to the girl.

Girl? What girl?

The one from the mothership.

Mothership? Like the alien spacecraft?

No, you idiot.

Like the truck stop off I -43.

Oh.

Jessie. She knows more than she's letting on. A lot more.

Look, I gotta run.

I'm bouncing this call off a Chinese satellite, but they can still trace it

give them time.

Wait, you say you know all the skeletons around here?

Yeah.

How good are you on the vent system?

My friends.

We've been getting numerous reports of increased UFO activity across Central

Nevada. Now, Professors Shade and Novak of the Elgin Institute of

Extraterrestrial Studies claim that as many as 60 disk -faced craft were

about 15 miles north of Sonopah just last night.

We don't know whether this is some sort of an attack force that's massing in the

area.

Where the hell did it go?

It was right there.

I don't see him.

Which way?

They exist.

I've seen them.

Inside the culvert.

Old Barn Road.

Show's over.

I narrowly escaped death at the hands of one of our shadow government death

squads. But it was worth it if what I've just learned is correct. Ladies and

gentlemen, my friends, there are aliens among us, and I'm going to prove it. If

you, too, want to expose the truth, meet me in Paiute Springs at the junction of

Route 43 and Interstate 10, and bring whatever legal firearms you can. Folks,

this is no joke.

We are going to blow the lid off this alien conspiracy once and for all.

You just lost.

Sir.

We're mad as hell. We're not going to take it anymore.

Oh, thank God. Are you okay?

We did it, Olga. We let the people know about the aliens. Listen to me. I just

did the blood test.

Those creatures have human DNA.

They're not aliens, Mr. Parker.

Damage may be, but they're human.

Human?

And it seems that Landis is calling on the public to kill them.

Isaac,

we need to talk.

You know about the Ibis, don't you? You know what they are.

Do they have something to do with this project?

Isaac, please.

You yourself said how important it is that we trust each other.

Those creatures are in grave danger unless we do something right now.

I suppose that was foolish to think I could keep this secret forever.

Frank was right.

We did lose an earlier shipment of 115.

It was on the 4th of July.

1987, I was on the back porch turning to the barbecue when the phone rang. My

three -year -old grandchild ran to answer the phone.

And I remember thinking, where did this child learn to answer the phone?

115 was pressurized.

We were so damn stupid.

to put it in those containers and then put it on a plane?

Contaminated the whole area?

Yes.

Most of the casualties were military, but there were some civilians, except

most horrific outgrowth.

It was a series of mutant babies born to mothers who were exposed to 150.

As an attempt for a cover -up, we brought them all here, the poor

Then we relocated the mothers, paid them large sums for their pains, for

their silence.

You were right, of course.

We tried every note for a minute.

Nothing worked.

And when after three weeks the last one died, I thought that would be the end of

it, but I've since learned otherwise.

There were other babies born.

Mothers who wouldn't give their children over to you.

Washington was up in arms already. Our project was jeopardy.

More words of problems would have killed Project Backstep.

So you and Bradley instigated a cover -up on your own.

I am not an evil man, but I have done evil things.

Ina said that after we dropped the bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki.

Isaac, you buried this a long time, but it's all about to come out in the open

now.

Walt Landis is organizing his UFO fanatics as we speak.

Those things don't stand a chance if that mob gets hold of them.

Can you live with that?

Now, folks, I have very exciting news. I've called all the local news outlets.

Most of them are sending TV news crews here right now.

We are finally going to blow this conspiracy between a shadow government

alien invaders, and we're going to blow it wide open.

One thing.

We must regard the TV as extremely dangerous.

But if we get just one, just one, dead or alive...

We will finally have the proof that we need.

That's Jesse's car.

She's the one you paid to take care of the Evies, right?

Yes.

Wait here.

He's got to get out of here.

All right, here we go. Make sure you're well on.

Mr.

Parker, it's too late. They're coming.

Get out of there quick. Don't let them see you.

Jesse. No, no, it's cool. I'm not going to hurt you guys.

What are you doing here?

Listen, you can't go back to your car. Landis and his mob are waiting out there

for you.

Is there another way out of here?

This one leads to a wash about a quarter mile up the road.

Good. Take it.

Now. Go, go, go, go. Come on.

We'll attempt to communicate with them.

Blast away if anything makes a move on me.

They're just children.

Jesse, why did you lie to everyone? Why did you go along with the cover -up?

Because she's my daughter.

You did the right thing, guys.

An abandoned dome used for isolation studies hardly seems a fair deal for

Well, it's a start.

Aunt Jessie's happy.

Well, I suppose there are children now.

And rightly so.

The most important thing is that they're safe.

You know, there is something that's still bugging me, Isaac.

Who's Citizen X?

Maybe he's our conscience.

Once again, shadow government has thwarted yours truly's quest for the

And I wouldn't be surprised if the E .B.'s are out there right now,

thumbing their nasal slit that up.

Because they're here all right.

And I'm betting somebody at Never Never Land knows where.

But my friends,

Nobody can keep a secret like this forever, and I promise that I will be

when they crack.

I'm Walt Landis.

Go to sleep, if you can.