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

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

He just won't quit.

Like a sewer rat in a maze, Chief.

Except there ain't no cheese at the end.

It's dead end.

Why does he do it?

Is it really worth all that work for some pathetic little booze and gambling

binge?

Everyone else gets to go home.

Except me.

I gotta stay here and work, work, work, work.

Where'd he go?

Oh, hey, Isaac.

Give me a hand, will you?

Never mind, Isaac. I'll help him.

Oh, man.

All right.

So you caught me.

I'll just be going back to cell block 11.

Whoa.

This stuff's from the Roswell crash, isn't it?

He's the cornerstone of everything we've ever accomplished at NNL.

Silicone chips.

Carbon fiber composites.

Even Velcro was developed by back -engineering the technology from that

I suppose we would have let you in on all of it eventually.

Yeah, right. I'm still waiting for my key to the employee's bathroom.

What's this?

Some kind of alien go -kart?

We believe it is a vehicle of some kind, perhaps a probe like our early lunar

lander module.

It's a kind of silicon battery system, but we haven't been able to get it to

retain or generate power yet.

Once we do, we may be able to enter the next phase of Operation Backstep.

Oh, this is one hell of a toy store you guys have here.

It's far from a toy store, Frank.

It's the foundation of our operation.

about to show you.

Well, let's just say it's made some men question their faith in God.

I've seen time, Ben Bradley. I think I can handle it.

They've been under NLL's care since the crash.

What really happened at Roswell?

Well, of course, all I've read are the reports.

Yeah, the official ones, but what about the ones the government doesn't want the

rest of us to see?

All the reports.

It was July 2nd, 1947.

There'd been a tremendous lightning storm that night.

A local army base received word from a rancher named Brazel that a disc -shaped

craft had crashed on his land.

When a patrol arrived,

The aliens were already out of the wreckage.

Three of them were lying on the ground dead.

A fourth was still alive, but weak and disoriented.

Some said he seemed to be begging the patrol to help his companion.

But a frightened young soldier from Illinois misunderstood and...

I've often thought how different our history might be if someone had stopped

that young soldier.

How much we might have learned.

What's the captain's log, the dictionary? We don't know.

There were 44 of these on board ship, along with bracelets worn by the aliens

with similar symbols.

Isaac and others have been trying to crack the code for years.

We think we've interpreted some of the symbols.

But really, we're like apes trying to read the King James Bible.

Now, you said there were four aliens.

Where's the other one?

He's alive?

Brain dead. Since the blow from that young soldier. But we've been able to

most of his vital organs functioning.

We call him Adam.

Is that what you were doing down here, bringing him flowers?

Sometimes I feel that Adam and I are like two old soldiers.

We may not speak the same language, but we share an incredible war story.

There are less than a hundred people in this world who know about Adam, Frank.

I think I can keep a secret, Bradley. I used to spy for a living.

Well, old guy, I guess we've both rattled around the old space -time

together, haven't we?

For what it's worth, I'm sorry about what happened to you.

Damn, this can't be that hard.

What's wrong?

It's just a simple calculation for gravitational time dilation near a black

that could affect the sphere, but I've been working on it for days.

Maybe some rest might help.

Good night, Dr. Ballard. Yeah, yeah.

My brain is someplace else. That's okay. That seems to be going around tonight.

What? No sexual retort? No flirtation?

Mr. Parker, you seem to be flipping.

I saw Adam tonight, Olga.

Who?

Adam, you know, the... You don't know, do you?

I assure you, Mr. Parker, if he has anything to do with this project, I know

more about him than you do.

You don't have any idea who Adam is, do you?

You never took the driver's ed course.

Adam's gone.

Okay, who is Adam?

Survivor of the Roswell crash.

See, you don't know everything about this place.

You mean there is a living, breathing alien down here?

Well, now he's living a little larger.

Nate, I want all security units on alert.

I'll tell the NSA to start GPS tracking. If that thing's still on this planet, I

want it back here.

Fascinating.

Fascinating. I can't believe this.

What's that?

You'd think he would have blasted straight through the ceiling, but the

these holes line up suggests a course of approximately 40 degrees.

It's a low -altitude trajectory.

Overground? Yeah.

Satellite tracking's picked up nothing so far. How could they not have gotten

anything? Maybe the module has stealth capabilities?

Maybe the satellite's looking in the wrong place.

DT didn't go home.

Uh -oh.

Uh -oh what?

We might have a bigger problem on our hands.

It's a foreign device.

Blasted right through the containment dome and attached itself to the reactor

core. Now it's sucking out all our energy.

Flow channels are blocked.

Core's not getting water.

Things heating up like a son of a bitch.

What the hell is that thing? How long before meltdown?

Temperature keeps climbing.

An hour.

And less.

Then let's get everybody out of here.

Already begun evacuation.

Well, us too. Let's go.

I can't.

Look, I wasn't commanding a nuclear sub before I took this job.

I can't abandon ship. I've got to figure out what this is.

It's drilling a hole in the reactor.

Go ahead. I'll catch up with you.

Fire!

What the hell are they doing here?

What the hell's going on?

We got orders to take that thing out.

Save your bullets, Brenneman. They'll never penetrate that thing.

All right. We try a shake charge.

Yes, sir. And risk cracking the reactor core?

24 hours from now, you'll have the entire population of this state blown in

dark, Brenneman.

You got a better idea?

Mr. Parker?

We should leave him alone.

What? Frank, come on, man.

Yeah.

He said he means us no harm. What the hell are you talking about?

I don't know. He's trying to communicate with me somehow.

Oh, for God's sakes, Parker.

No, no. What he's saying is quite possible.

Every Adepti, everyone that's made contact with extraterrestrials, claim

there's some sort of a silent communication that takes place?

Hold on.

Something shifted inside the reactor.

Something I did or that Zink did.

The flow channels are opening.

The core's getting water again.

So we're okay?

A lot of champagne, yes, but the temperature's dropped, yeah.

Perhaps what Adam told Mr. Parker is true, and he is just trying to extract

power from the reactor.

Maybe for a much longer journey.

People, I just talked to the NSA panel.

Captain, do whatever's necessary to cut that thing off the reactor.

Yes, sir.

Move it up, men. Move it up. Bradley, just give us a minute, will you? No

minute, not a second. This brain trust is leaving for a secure location

immediately. But I think I can communicate with... We're leaving now,

That's an order.

What is this place?

It was built to observe the first atomic tests.

Not much use for it these days.

Well, let's just hope it's still solid.

We're close enough to that plant to get one hell of an x -ray if this doesn't

work.

Laser weapon here. Yes, sir.

The plasma laser cannon's in place, General.

And that thing's just sitting in there? No sign of aggressive movement?

None, sir.

Begin the procedure.

I hope they can save him.

Now that Adam's conscious his value in advancing our technology could be

incalculable I'd be happy just to get his valuable finger off that nuclear

trigger

Damn

it course eating up again things getting hotter ready to blow

I don't know.

Maybe we should have back -stepped. We could have avoided all this.

Why, Miss Fugovich, you're positively glowing.

Mr. Parker, only you could joke at a time like this.

Come on. Crying would be better?

You're mission is to back -step Frank so we can make damn sure that Adam never

gets off this place.

Yeah, no screw -ups this time.

I'm in no mood to be microwaved again.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

You still think that thing had no bad intentions, Frank?

Look, all I can tell you is when I looked into his eyes, I felt something.

Decent about him.

I don't know. I can't explain it.

Well, this is the kind of decency I can do without. Thank you very much We're an

immediate go let's move people

The Copa nuclear power plant went into total meltdown.

We're talking China syndrome.

The whole Southwest was radiated. Do we know what precipitated the event?

Yeah.

Adam.

Who's Adam?

Dr. Mentner, you want to tell him?

Adam is as classified as it gets, Frank.

It will not for long, Bradley.

He's going to wake up and activate a module from that space debris.

And he's going to use it to get to that reactor.

Sir, who the hell is Adam?

All right, Isaac.

I'm giving the whole team full clearance.

Nate, get all security personnel to Alpha Level One.

Alpha One? Adam goes into complete containment. As of this moment, I want

imprisoned like Hannibal Lecter.

Sir, who is Adam?

Isaac, we need to talk in private.

Before I left, you showed me one of those alien eye beams from the Roswell

debris.

During the back step, I think I was told what some of those glyphs meant.

I don't understand. By whom?

I can't quite explain it. It was like they were all talking to me.

Who was?

Adam. Others like him. It was as if the whole bunch were communicating with me

from, I don't know, somewhere out there.

Look.

Water.

Ship. Star.

And this one means hold.

If you weren't hallucinating in what you say is true, this could be as important

as deciphering the Rosetta Stone.

How long has it been like this?

52 years.

Do we know what woke him up the last time?

Probably heard one of your Gene Autry yodeling imitations, Ramsey. Gene Autry

yodeling? Where does he get this stuff?

I need you to hold my pants.

Frank.

Let's get him upstairs.

What happened?

Well, you sort of fell and hit your head.

You're very lucky you don't have a concussion.

What about Adam?

He's conscious under doctor Mentner's care.

Security is everywhere, of course.

Everyone is very edgy.

They always were, even back in 47.

He talked to me again, Olga.

What?

He's absolutely trying to communicate. He wants us to understand what he's been

through. And what is that?

His ship got into trouble. It crashed and he lost his team.

He's a long way from his loved ones. I think all he wants to do is get the hell

home. He told you this?

Yeah, he did, and others of his kind tried to communicate with me during the

back step.

I think they want him back.

And you may also have been hallucinating. I mean, we know virtually

about Adam or his race.

Imposing human emotions or motivations on him could be a grave mistake.

I know what I felt, Olga.

Yes, but you don't know what he felt, Mr. Parker.

Get some rest, okay?

What? He communicated with you too.

I still feel it.

His emotions.

He feels things just like we do. Maybe even more deeply.

What did he show you?

Myself dying.

He just desperately wants to die among beings who care about him.

Well, if he's dying, he's not going to be of any use to the program anymore.

So are you saying that we should help him leave?

You've got to speak to Talmadge. Me, he can dismiss, but the both of us... So

what do we do? We just walk in there and say that we want to send back one of

humanity's most important scientific assets?

When you looked into his eyes, what did you feel?

That we owe him this.

Then we gotta do it. We gotta help get out of here.

Adam is dying.

Dying? Come on, he just came back to life.

Look, if the hieroglyphic clues you gave Dr. Mettner really pan out, we might be

able to learn how to communicate with him. He might even help me solve that

equation.

What has gotten into the two of you?

You know what happened the last time he got out.

No, no, no. That was Berman and his Griffin team who triggered the final

meltdown. Once Adam actually began siphoning power, the reactor stabilized.

Wanting to die amongst his own seems like a reasonable request, John.

Request? What, you actually talked to him?

Well, yes,

actually.

You talked to him? We both did.

Definitely.

Uh, let's go have a chat with the little guy, shall we?

Absolutely. Oh, yes.

Absolutely, yes.

Oh, absolutely.

It's groovy.

Look at that.

He was right. Adam gave you the solution?

Yes, he made it so simple.

He did you a big favor, right?

Yeah, I could have figured it out myself eventually. I mean, maybe sometime in

the next millennium. Okay, did he tell you anything else?

He didn't know we had retained any element 115 until you backstepped.

Wait a second. He's aware of the previous timeline?

Completely. He lived in both. It's completely natural to him. Well, that's

he went to the reactor instead of the sphere. He didn't know we had a stash of

115. He felt genuinely sorry about what happened at the reactor, and he was very

complimentary of all my work, and actually, he likes me. Did he tell you

needs now?

Yes, he said he needs just a tick of element 115 to help jumpstart his

so to speak.

Okay, John, if anyone deserves to share what we have, it's Adam, don't you

think?

Well, I suppose what you're suggesting is treason. It certainly goes against

everything I believe in as a scientist.

Oh, heck, I almost flunked undergrad bio because I released my lab rats.

Something about the way their little whiskers rub my cheek.

We've got to help them out.

Ah, that a boy, Ballard.

How?

That's it?

That ought to be enough to get him into orbit.

His friends might have to top off his tank for wherever he's going.

Take it before I come to my senses.

Thank you, Doctor.

Cheers.

You got it, big fella.

Take it home.

Did you do that, Adam?

Well, at least his mind is still strong.

Yeah.

All right.

to get home, but watch the speed limit, will ya?

You're welcome.

I told the NSA security's at a maximum.

The Griffins are on full alert. There'll be no survivors.

Tell me.

Slow down, Isaac. Wrong about what?

Are you sure?

E .T.'s going home, sir.

You helped him, Frank?

He's dying.

And he didn't want to die among strangers.

I'm sorry, Bradley, but this project already has three dead aliens.

I don't think we need another, do you?

That was not your call to make, Frank, nor yours.

I'll take the rap. I don't care.

We've got a lot bigger problems than whatever punishment you two are going to

get.

Isaac's been interpreting the symbols on Adam's bracelets.

We thought they were insignia of rank, maybe ornamental jewelry.

It turns out they were handcuffs.

What? It appears that Adam was a prisoner being transported to a penal

a planet beyond our solar system.

The ship that crashed at Roswell was a prison ship.

But we communicated with him. We felt his compassion.

Well, apparently alien psychopaths are just as good a con men as human ones.

If he needs fuel, he'll probably head for the reactor again.

Uh, he doesn't need fuel this time.

Why not?

Because we gave him some of ours?

Are we talking 115?

Nice going, Parker.

One bonehead move, you're now a traitor to this program and your country.

Well, we're not going to take any chances this time. We're going to

immediately and erase this event.

Let's get to the spirit people now.

Dr. Ballard. John.

Oh, Ballard, what the hell are you doing?

Oh, Adam gave me some great new ideas for improvement on the sphere.

John, we need to backstep now.

Oh, the sphere won't backstep now, not for a while.

How long?

Oh, uh, six months.

What?

Oh, God, he's reprogramming the entire operating system.

Is there something wrong, sir?

You're not going to like this.

Adam's back at the nuclear plant.

It's brainwashed. What the hell have we done?

We're heading to meltdown. Whatever that thing is, it's blocking the flowchip.

Start evacuating the building.

I want to try to tamp those rocks down manually.

You're crazy, Marshal. We've got to get out of here. I'm not leaving my ship.

All personnel, proceed directly to the evacuation exits and leave the facility.

This is not a drill. This is not a drill.

You naive humans have always amazed me.

I'm getting my vengeance for 50 years of imprisonment.

You have no choice but to help me.

Marshall, what the hell's wrong? Have you gone crazy?

Who's in charge here?

He is.

Somebody's got to stop that.

Captain, we've got to get inside.

We'll take care of it, sir.

Bring in a laser cannon.

Ordinance D, in position, delta.

You looked into his eyes, didn't you?

Listen to me, Marshal.

Mess him with your mind.

How

long

for meltdown?

Minutes.

You should get out now. No, I'm not leaving, Frank.

I gotta figure out how to get him out of there.

If you won't make it in time, you should all just get out now.

Frank, you've got to get out of there. The reactor core is about to blow.

Come on, there's got to be something we can do.

The control rods can be lowered manually, but without a radiation suit,

suicide.

You wanted this all along, didn't you?

What is it, payback for 50 years or not?

Test tube.

Some gratitude.

We're out of the red.

But it's killing him.

He'll be radiated with the only hope of recovery.

And with the sphere destroyed, we won't be able to backstep and save his life.

Frank? Frank?

Can you hear me?

He doesn't have long.

Dr. Menden, you're wanted in your office immediately.

What could be more important than this?

They say it's urgent.

What in the world?

The Roswell degree. Bring me this device.

Frank?

Oh, my God.

Somebody get me a beer, will you?

I'm parched.