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Quick, they've abducted three of my cows so far.

Project Sign.

That's UFOs.

It means they've landed.

Landed?

You've seen them land?

They hide in the trees, short and green.

And they stare at you, still as the night.

I ain't going no further.

Right, I'll... take a look.

Huh?

Whoa.

Hey!

Gnomes?

- You're alive. - Yeah.

They said if you leave out milk and cookies for them,

they'll leave your cows alone.

Hey.

How's it goin'?

I'm an agent for Project Sign,

so everything's a little--

- Strange. - Yeah, strange.

Project Sign.

You seen any UFOs yet?

Garden gnomes.

Reminded me of that one Halloween

where we decided to dress up like...

I'm sorry.

Ben do you wanna talk about what's happened?

You're with someone else, right?

Yeah.

How long?

About eight months.

Eight months?

Wow. Um, for me, it's like no time has passed at all.

I know.

But for the rest of us, it has been three years.

I'll tell you anything you wanna know.

You just... tell me what's easiest for you.

Maybe we should just focus on the Leap,

for now at least.

Yeah.

Okay, well, as you know,

you are Agent Robert Cook from Project Sign.

Looks like you're one of their best agents.

What, meaning I've found the most aliens?

Meaning you've closed the most cases.

At least some things don't change.

Ziggy still doesn't know why you're here.

Ah. Well, I found this.

"Proceed to Starlight, New Mexico.

"Anonymous caller reported a UFO,

"ran two girls off the road.

Both girls now in hospital, one in a coma."

Okay, well, Starlight's 300 miles away.

I guess you're driving.

Project Sign?

That was the Project Blue Book before there was

a Project Blue Book. - I know.

Ben's a government agent investigating UFOs.

I mean, talk about bucket list goals.

Here we go, Ian's theories on ET.

You do realize that it is a statistical inevitability

that other forms of life exist in this universe?

I'm a believer.

But you're so reasonable.

Being leapt into changes one's perspective

on life's possibilities.

- Hmm. - How are Ben

and Addison doing?

Um, they're--they're doing.

Okay, well, keep me posted.

Okay, found this.

Carrie Baker, 17 years old,

the driver in a single-vehicle car accident.

Her friend, Melanie Hunt, was in the passenger seat,

and it looks like Melanie fell into a coma

and then eventually died.

And Carrie went to prison for manslaughter.

♪ Are the stars out tonight? ♪

♪ I don't know if it's cloudy or bright ♪

♪ 'Cause I only have eyes for you ♪

First road trip since I started leaping.

- It's a--it's a cool car. - I know, right?

How's the team?

Good, great.

All back together.

Pretty much remember everyone now.

You do?

Yeah, yeah, it pretty much all came back to me.

♪ For you

Carrie, are you sure we shouldn't wait

for your parents?

Oh, it's just me and my grandfather.

And I'm pretty sure he has no interest

in hearing this again.

Okay. Well...

can you take me through what happened?

It was just past midnight, and we were on State Road 120.

This is you and your friend Melanie Hunt?

Best friend, yeah.

Anyway, we were heading back to town.

First thing that happened was the radio...

It started making this noise.

It made us laugh, but when Melanie changed the station,

it was on all the other stations too.

Oh, my God.

Oh, aah!

It could be some kind of interference.

And then the next thing we knew,

the sky lit up.

What is that? - What? I--

I remember thinking it was kind of beautiful.

Oh, my God, oh, my God! Um, oh, my God.

Aah! Is it gone?

Where is it?

And then all of a sudden, it sounded like a tornado.

- Go, go! - So I hit the gas.

You're doing great.

Anyway, once I realized it was probably a tornado,

I tried to outrun it.

But then I knew this wasn't some storm.

After we hit the tree, the--

the ship, whatever it was, was hovering,

so we got out to run,

but I was slow on account of my arm,

so I told Melanie to go on.

I made it about 50 yards, and then I fell

into that ravine, where I hid till morning.

I don't know what happened to Melanie

or why she's in a coma.

It doesn't make any sense.

I have also seen things

that are hard to explain and harder to believe.

- Who the hell are you? - Sheriff, hello.

I'm Agent Robert Cook with Project Sign.

The alien chasers.

UFO investigators. And apologies.

I asked Carrie if she wanted to wait for her grandfather.

She preferred to talk without him.

- Did she? - How's Melanie?

I wanna see her. - Carrie, we've been over this.

Has she woken up?

Please, if she could just hear my voice.

Like it or not, this is a criminal matter.

And I'm the criminal?

Got it.

Agent Cook, if you would?

Have been out to the accident site yet?

I have.

Did you see anything like Carrie described?

I did not.

- You sure? - No.

I'm uncertain on account of I'm terrible at my job.

You wanna know if I found any martians, Agent Cook?

No, what I found was Melanie Hunt,

unconscious in a car,

not in the woods like Carrie claims.

A bottle of whiskey in the back

and a list of bad behavior as long as your arm.

The honor student, top of her class,

that Carrie is long gone.

My granddaughter has been on a tear for a year solid

while I've been running around, cleaning up her mess.

Carrie is your granddaughter?

My one and only.

She lost her mother a year ago to cancer,

hasn't been the same since.

Notice how he didn't say "we lost."

Men of his generation didn't really wear their heart

on their sleeve, nor did they come equipped

to deal with a grieving teenage girl.

I'm so sorry, Sheriff.

No parent should have to bury their child.

Why isn't Carrie in lockup?

That's Russell Hunt.

He's the girl that's in the coma's father.

He owns half the town. - She hasn't even been released

from the hospital yet.

Look, she's been charged,

and I'll make sure that she appears for the judge.

No need to stick her in a cell.

Oh, a cell is where she belongs.

I want her in lockup before the end of the day.

- That's a lovely fellow. - Yeah.

Say what you want, but the law is on his side.

I hope you find something, Agent Cook,

because otherwise, I'm about to lose the last family I got.

So all I have to do is prove aliens are real.

What can I get you?

- Coffee, please. - Anything to eat?

Just coffee.

Are you, uh, heading out with the sheriff?

In addition to working here,

I also help out over at the hotel.

I saw you check in. Must be a cool job,

traveling the country, investigating the unknown.

Mm, stressful, this time.

Oh, I heard.

Poor Carrie.

Could she really go to jail?

Do you believe her, Carrie?

Well, I--

I haven't heard her story.

But yeah, I do.

Then again, my friends think I'm crazy

because I believe in all kinds of impossible things.

But it's just common sense, really.

I mean, imagine, if someone from the 1850s walked in here

and you tried to tell them about airplanes,

or--or the atom bomb, or yo-yos--

- Yo-yos? - You try explaining a yo-yo

to somebody who doesn't know what they are.

Centrifugal force, angular momentum--

I mean, that would have been considered witchcraft

100 years ago.

- Hello, Anna. - Hi, Sheriff.

You ready to go out to the crash site, Mr. Cook?

- Yes, I am. - Oh, no, on the house.

- Oh, well, thank you. - Mm-hmm.

How long have you been sheriff?

Since my father died.

He was sheriff before me.

How many sheriffs have there been in your family?

I'm not interested in holding hands, Agent Cook.

I had a wife that was the love of my life,

a daughter who was my heart and soul.

Now I got a granddaughter who needs help.

All I need to know is, is if you see anything.

How long do I have to investigate?

Today's Tuesday.

Circuit judge is here Friday, and it'll be a bench verdict.

So that leaves me less than 72 hours to--

has that car been following us?

- Only about 20 minutes. - Do you know who they are?

My guess, they work for Hunt.

He thinks you're gonna make something up,

come up with some loophole

that Carrie and I can crawl through,

which is only insulting to every single one of us.

What's happening?

You ever played chicken before?

Not since high school,

and those were with shopping carts.

Only one way to face a bully, and that's head-on.

Now you can investigate undisturbed.

Either you're insane or you'll do anything

to find out what really happened.

You make a habit of stating the obvious, don't you?

You're the anonymous caller.

You're the one who called Project Sign.

There might be an investigator in you yet.

This all seems to match Carrie's story.

The road's a straight shot here,

so it doesn't feel like a place she would just lose control.

It does not.

But here's the problem.

Those are my footprints from when I arrived on scene.

And those are Carrie's, so Melanie never left the car.

So we did some digging, turns out

those men the sheriff ran off the road, they were Hunt's.

So far, it's not looking good for Carrie.

Okay, you keep looking around here.

I'll follow her trail.

Maybe Carrie was confused, in shock?

- Or drunk. - Where's that whiskey bottle?

It's in my car, hidden under the seat.

Don't worry. I'll log it into evidence,

but I got 24 hours to do so, and--

When word gets out about that bottle,

any hope that people might believe Carrie will be gone.

I just can't figure it.

Growing up, she never even lied about brushing her teeth.

- Ben! - Lemme keep looking around.

All right.

Found a partial print.

It might be-- - Sheriff, check this out.

It's heading towards the car too.

And it's too big to be either of the girls'.

Well, we don't get hunters out here.

And I don't see why anybody would go to the trouble

of brushing away all their tracks.

He's right. There are no other tracks.

Something happened here, Sheriff.

It does feel like there's something more going on here.

Look, Ben. I really need to talk to you.

Addison, what?

Okay, you're not gonna love this,

but Carrie could be lying.

- No. - Not intentionally.

- What about the footprint? - But--

we didn't find anything else.

Look, all I'm saying is that she has been through a lot,

and grief like that impacts people in different ways.

I'm not saying I don't hear you.

And I'm not saying there isn't merit to what you're saying.

- Thank you. - I'm just saying you're wrong.

"As she swam about, trying to find her way out.

"I shall be punished for it now, I suppose,

"by being drowned in my own tears.

That will be a queer thing, to be sure."

It's her favorite book.

I thought maybe if she heard my voice--

Carrie, you can't be in here.

If Melanie's father catches you--

This is all my fault.

It doesn't matter what happened.

It doesn't matter that no one believes me.

The only thing that matters is that I'm okay and she's not.

Maybe if--if I hadn't swerved to avoid that thing or--

or if Melanie and I had just stayed tog--

Carrie, this is not your fault.

I mean, you said Melanie was awake after you crashed.

You both were running in the woods, right?

On my mother's life.

So let's find out who's really responsible.

That's what we can do for Melanie.

Now I've been out to the crash

and I found evidence that someone else was there.

Ben?

Carrie, was someone else there?

You won't get in trouble.

But it sounds so crazy.

I keep thinking maybe I hit my head when I crashed,

maybe I didn't actually see them.

- See who? - Not who, what.

Aah!

Okay, green, glowing round eyes.

What she described doesn't sound animal or human.

Ben, those are Hunt's men.

Uh, where ya goin'? They are dangerous.

I pointed them out so that you could avoid them.

Can I help you, gentlemen?

- Agent Cook. - Huh?

Ben.

Mr. Hunt doesn't take kindly to outsiders messing

with his family.

He got your message.

Have you gotten mine?

Is that how Hunt always conducts business?

Pretty much.

He owns half the land from here to the border.

Only fair to tell you,

if you manage to help Carrie out,

Hunt might just try to kill you for it.

Terrific.

Hunt was the largest landowner in New Mexico,

and Carrie's accident happened on his land.

But this is where things get interesting.

All of Hunt's money came from oil--

only his wells dried up in 1946.

He had no other businesses

and no other leases on his land.

So where was his money coming from?

Drugs, he could have been running drugs.

Wasn't '49 a little early for drugs?

Actually, no, Mexico's production

of weed and heroin increased in the '40s

when we put the block on European imports

in World War II.

A helicopter.

A helicopter would fit Carrie's story

and look like a spaceship in 1949.

Not to mention, it would make sense

Hunt would have one if he was running drugs.

The Bell 47 was first sold in 1946.

Sorry, Ian, it doesn't look like

you'll be meeting ET today.

I hope you can respect my privacy during this time.

- Hey. - Okay, and with that...

I am gonna tell Ben

we are going helicopter hunting.

- Addison, hang on. - Yeah?

Look, I saw what Ben did in there, confronting those guys.

He's getting reckless. - I'm a hologram, Magic.

There's only so much I can do.

You think it would help,

sending someone else in?

He thinks that I abandoned him once already.

I do it again, it's only gonna make it worse.

Look, he's hurting, but he's still Ben.

I can get him through this.

- Okay. - Okay.

Hey, Sheriff, sorry to show up unannounced.

But I think Carrie might have seen a helicopter.

Do you know if Hunt owns one?

Well, if he does, it's not in Starlight.

But he does have a ranch about an hour east of here.

- You up for a drive? - Ben, it's almost dark.

What happened to waiting till the morning,

when you can, you know, see?

I think I'm starting to like you, Agent Cook.

Trying not to get my hopes up.

I spent the last year failing Carrie,

which means a year of failing my daughter

and the promise I made her as she died in my arms.

Grief is a strange thing.

I lost my fiancée not too long ago.

- I'm sorry. - No.

That's the thing, it's not anybody's fault.

There's no one to blame, except maybe for myself.

- Ben. - When there's no one to blame,

no one to fight,

that's when the anger is like acid in your blood.

Exactly.

I sure would like to find a bad guy right about now.

Hey, I see something. - What was that?

- Ben, dirt road. - That way.

Eyes on the sky, Agent Cook. Let's find us a helicopter.

We're gonna close this case.

We're gonna save your granddaughter.

Ben, I can't hear the radio.

Hey, can you hear me?

Ben!

Excuse me. Did I just get kicked out?

Okay, please do not tell me that this is Janis again.

Janis works for the NSA in Hawaii.

And besides, the interference,

it's not coming from our side.

It's coming from Ben's.

The radio's not turning off.

It means it's a signal-jamming protocol.

Uh-oh.

We're sittin' ducks in here! - How?

I'll cover you. Get to the tree!

Okay.

Whoa!

Aah!

How'd I get here?

I don't know.

I got kicked out of the leap.

What do you remember?

Uh, and the sheriff was driving me to Hunt's farm.

The sheriff--is he--is he okay? - Whoa, whoa, hey, hey.

Just--

Take it easy, okay? We don't know

what happened to you.

You could have died.

Do you understand that?

Right, you're right.

Look, my entire purpose is to support you

through these leaps, and I am trying to do that,

but you keep making these decisions,

rash decisions,

that you would not have made three years ago.

You mean three days ago.

Addison, I know I'm not myself right now,

and to tell you the truth, I don't know

if I'll ever get that me back.

But Carrie and the sheriff,

we can get their lives back if we figure this out.

And that is the one thing I have

to hold on to right now.

I need this.

Hey, good morning.

Hannah, is it? - Yeah.

Um, how early do you, um--

did you happen to see me this morning?

I started at 6:00, and yeah.

I saw the sheriff pull up and carry you inside.

I was a little worried, if I'm being honest.

At least we know the sheriff's okay.

- Is your neck sore? - Yeah.

I must have slept on it funny.

Actually, it looks like a spider got you.

A nasty one, at that.

Ben, she's right, but I don't think that was a spider.

Hannah, call the sheriff.

Have him meet me at the hospital.

Right.

Same placement, the same size.

Unless she and I were both bit

by the exact same spider, we were drugged.

Melanie, the night of the crash, me last night.

That's why when you found me, I was passed out.

Melanie's so small I'm guessing

they gave her too much of whatever it is.

That's why the coma. - Well, supposing you're right,

how do we prove it?

Well, I had the nurse draw some of my blood.

I put a rush on the results.

I'm on it.

The compound used to knock me out

should tell us who's behind this.

If it's simple narcotics, that points to Hunt.

If it's something more exotic,

we'll have to look at the military.

I know you believe what the girl saw

was a helicopter.

What came after us last night,

that wasn't a helicopter or a plane.

Blood tests will point us in the right direction.

Yeah, but they're not proof.

Proof is what we need, and we're runnin' out of time.

Hey, you've been discharged.

Oh.

Well, you're gonna wrinkle the man's suit.

Sorry, it's just--

thank you for believing in me.

Thank your grandfather. He's the one who called me in.

Really?

You said you didn't believe in UFOs.

I don't,

but I believe in my granddaughter.

Come on, before Hunt sees us

and demands I throw you in irons.

You know, the three of you standing here

actually will make the results come faster.

- Really? - No.

You should know by now,

mouth off to Magic, the universe'll get ya.

What does it say?

Well, it's a very sophisticated

synthetic compound built of gamma hydroxybutyrate

and several alpha-2 inhibitors, so Ben was right.

If he had any more of this in his system,

then he would be in a coma just like that poor girl.

Gamma blue 5, the military used it in the 40s and 50s.

The good news is, there's a serum

to reverse its effects.

So we know who our bad guys are.

Yeah, but I checked.

There's no military base for 500 miles.

But what about a black box program

that's operating on private land?

That's how Hunt is making his money.

He's not selling drugs.

He's secretly leasing his land to the military.

Okay, okay, let's suppose you're right.

Where on Hunt's land is that base?

Well, if I triangulate the location

of Carrie's accident and Ben and the sheriff's sightings

and then avoid all of these populated areas,

then that should leave us with somewhere within

these 1,100 square miles.

It's like the size of Yosemite.

I'll make a call,

see what I can find on a private base.

Ian, Jenn, comb through the historical records.

Look for any clues we might have missed.

Addison, get Ben those results.

Yes, Ben, Magic found a name.

General Austin Murray was assigned

to Los Alamos in the '40s, so if there was

a black box program, he'd be the one running it.

So they drugged Melanie, then put her back in the car

to cover up what she'd seen.

But they couldn't find Carrie 'cause she fell in the ravine.

Ben.

- He's gonna run. - Got no choice, I'm afraid.

Hunt made a call.

Circuit judge isn't coming Friday.

He'll be here first thing in the morning.

Hunt also got me suspended for impeding an investigation.

- What? - Yeah.

My deputy gave me a heads-up.

They're on the way here now

to take Carrie into the custody.

And no offense, Agent Cook, I appreciate all you've done.

There's no way I'm letting him lock up my granddaughter.

Oh, no, no, no, wait, wait, wait,

Sheriff, if I can't let you do that.

At the risk of ruining our budding friendship,

I'm gonna have to ask you to get out of my way.

Ben, Ziggy says if they run now, they're spotted,

there's a pursuit,

Carrie is still convicted of manslaughter,

but now Sheriff Morgan goes to prison as well.

Son, you've seen what I'll do to protect my granddaughter.

Do not ask me for another demonstration.

- Six hours. - What?

How's that?

All I need is six hours

to prove there is a military base

hidden somewhere on Hunt's land.

A few years back, there was construction work

at the old Cutler Mine.

It's on his land.

And that mine went bust in the 1890s.

Hunt said he was giving it another go,

but it never made sense.

This is great. You can call Project Sign.

I'm sure with a little digging, you can find evidence of this.

What are we gonna do when we get to that base?

We're gonna find the evidence you need to help save Carrie.

Okay, you can't just walk up to a secret military base.

- Six hours? - Six hours.

Ben, please tell me you're not actually thinking

about doing this.

Okay.

But I wanna put Carrie somewhere safe

before we go out there. - Of course.

Okay, Melanie Hunt is still in a coma.

You still have those same drugs in your system.

If you go to that base

and they dose you again, you could die.

- That's what this is for. - Adrenaline?

Uh-huh, nicked it while I was in the hospital.

Since when do you nick things?

It's not much use once you're already in a coma,

but it can keep your heart rate up so you don't fall into one.

Carrie, you okay? - Yeah, just a little nervous.

You'll be safe here with Hannah.

Thank you. - I'm just glad I could help.

What happens if you overdose on adrenaline?

Oh, too much, and he could die.

Too little, and it won't be enough

to counter the effects of the drug.

Which means he goes into a coma.

Addison, you need to stop Ben

from going through with this crazy plan.

Hunt is the linchpin.

He is the one leasing them the land.

We go to him, we lay out our case, and--

Hunt is out for blood. His men are looking for Carrie.

I know this plan is risky, but it's the only way

I can actually get this done.

The base should be just over that ridge.

What are the chances

Addison gets kicked out again? - If it was a signal-jammer

on an aircraft carrier last time, she should be good.

Oh, it might still be a military base studying a UFO,

and I am not saying that in a giddy, science nerd way.

You're saying it in a they'll go to any lengths

to keep Ben quiet way.

Ben, this plan could get you killed.

I already buried you once!

Please, do not make me bury you again.

No one made you do that!

No one made you bury me after two years, but you did!

And now I have to live with whatever that means

for the rest of my life, whatever kind of life this is.

Now I'm doing this, and if you aren't with me

as my hologram, this will not work!

So please, don't give up on me again.

Thank you.

Yeah.

Ben.

Aah!

Ben!

Ben, come on, wake up. Hey.

Hey, hey, the sheriff's here. Hey.

Hey.

Did it work?

Well, I think you're meant to tell me that.

It worked. I saw everything.

Looks like our man.

That's him, General Murray.

Where is your uniform, General?

Agent Cook, you said your name was.

Let's not posture banter. You don't know me.

I know you run an off-the-books base

on land you lease from Russell Hunt.

And I know you drugged me twice.

Sounds like you've been chasing one too many UFOs, son.

We knew you'd say that.

That's why I followed him out to the mine last night.

I have some nice photographs of him getting grabbed

and even better ones of him being dumped

by your guys this morning.

Mm, so far, I'm hearing tales of trespassing.

I saw everything last night.

Saw the camouflaged sentries

with their prototype three barrel night vision goggles.

I saw the zero-point jet they're testing,

the same jet that ran Carrie off the road.

Even listened to the doctors laugh about their golf game

as they injected me with gamma blue 5,

the same drug that put Melanie Hunt in a coma.

Should we keep going? 'Cause I saw a lot more

that Congress probably doesn't know about.

This is the part where you ask us

what we want to keep our mouths shut.

You have a serum at your base

that can reverse the effects of gamma blue 5.

We'd like a dose for Melanie Hunt.

We'd like for you to provide a statement to Mr. Hunt,

explaining that--

let's call it a helicopter-- flew too low

and caused Carrie to crash.

Carrie gets a full scholarship

to the college of her choice,

and, uh, throw in a car like yours, a new one.

Anything else?

I assume we're not the first people

from Starlight you've abducted, but we are the last.

You move your base.

You leave the good folks of my county alone.

There's an abandoned airfield in Groom Lake, Nevada.

You should check it out.

I think it's called Area 51.

So you off to your next case?

Uh, something like that.

I don't know how best to thank you.

Perhaps talk to Carrie about how you feel,

about what you've both been through,

what you've lost.

Just talk to her.

That easy, huh?

It's the hardest thing in the world,

but it's the only way forward.

- I see you cleaned up in here. - Ah.

How's it goin'?

Well, like they say, one day at a time.

- Yeah. - How about you?

Honestly, it feels like

we almost lost him again today.

All the agony and loss we went through doesn't vanish

just because Ben's alive.

We still carry all three years of it.

I--I don't know how to help him anymore.

It's so strange to look at Ben,

my Ben, and not know what to do.

Look, Magic, maybe you were right.

Maybe someone else should tap in.

Give it time.

Not just for Ben, for you too.

Yeah. Right.

Thanks, Magic, as always.

- Tom back from D.C.? - Uh, in a couple hours, why?

Because I don't think any of us should try

to go through this without help.

That's good advice.

Hey, it's me.

Got a minute?

This is all a lot harder than I thought.

Thank you. Thank you.

No, but thank you for all of your help.

I was actually a little afraid for Hunt's guys.

Well, it was a pretty incredible thing you did.

All's well that ends well.

- You taking off? - Yeah, I am.

What we perceive as the force of gravity arises

from the curvature of space-- - And time.

- Uh-huh. - Space and time.

Okay, now what kind of waitress knows

the general theory of relativity?

Growing up, I wanted to be a scientist.

I studied mathematics and physics,

even got a job as a programmer during the war

on the first electromechanical computer.

Wow. What happened?

Job went away when the war ended,

like it did for most women.

I'm still calculating my next move

and a career, I guess.

Do you mind if I--

- Oh, sure. - Yeah, thank you.

It's 1949, so you should--

uh, well, there's a professor

by the name of Yates at Princeton.

He's about to open up his new physics program

to female candidates, and I have a feeling

you're exactly the kind of person he's looking for.

So get his number from Information,

call him, go live the life you want to live.

Wow. Um, I don't know what to say.

Well, just, um, promise me you'll stick with it.

It won't be easy, but it'll be worth it.

Goodbye, Hannah. - Oh, no, don't say goodbye.

It's so final.

Just say, "See you later."

That leaves an open door.

See you later.

We hit 'em tonight.

Remember, two guards at the rear,

one in the head, one in the chest.

When we get inside, you grab the statue,

and I will light up that place

to make sure there are no survivors.

Understood?