All language subtitles for Project Blue Book - 01x01 - The Fuller Dogfight.iNTERNAL.AMRAP.English.C.updated.Addic7ed.com

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Hey, McManus, training's over.

What do you say we start some trouble?

I think you miss the War.

I'm low on fuel, need to head back.

Last wheels down buys beers?

You go ahead.
I got one more stop to make.

Now what?

It's the playoffs.

Got to support the home team.

Down by 10? Come on, guys.

You just need a little encouragement.

Go, Titans!

Whoo!

This is KKJH in San Diego.

Control? This is flight niner-one-five.

Is there any other aircraft
in the vicinity?

Fargo tower. Negative, Coop.

Nothing but open sky
between you and Bismarck.

Okay.

Come on.

Control! Control.

Control.

♪ ...high the moon ♪

♪ The darkest night would shine ♪

♪ You would come to me soon ♪

I came here to give you these facts.

It is no concern of ours
how you run your own planet,

but if you threaten
to extend your violence,

this Earth of yours will be
reduced to a burned-out cinder.

Your choice is simple.

- Join us and live in peace...
- All right, turn that thing off.

- Turn it off!
- ...or pursue your present...

I can't take any more of this.

Well, get used to it.

There are 15 more just like it
in production right now.

It is very compelling.

The point is Truman assembled this group

to control the narrative
on this issue, not Hollywood.

And we are losing that war.

Maybe stop admitting defeat
all the time,

and you won't feel that way,
Mister Secretary.

The public knows there's
something going on now.

- The deeper we try and bury it...
- The safer we'll be.

Need I remind you we don't even know

what the hell we're dealing with here.

Let Hollywood be the distraction.

It's the situation in Fargo
we need to be worried about now.

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Sir.

- Sir?
- Is he in?

Yes, but he's in the file room.
I can get him.

- General.
- At ease.

I like what you've done with the place.

Thank you, sir.

Month in, figured
I should decorate a little.

I thought you said you weren't
gonna get too cozy,

this just being a pit stop
on your way to a post in D.C.

No, sir. I am fully committed
to Project Blue Book.

We have a situation in Fargo.

Pilot of ours claims to have
gotten into a dogfight

- with an alien craft.
- A pilot of ours?

Evidentially, the plane has
the battle scars to prove it.

I'll get down there right away.

I need you to meet with someone first.

Name's Dr. J. Allen Hynek...

teaches astrophysics at Ohio State.

You've done great work for us,

but I think it's time
we got you a partner.

I've heard of him.

Did some things for us during the War.

He's a real genius...
dedicated his life to the sky.

If you get someone like Hynek
to give the press

the logical explanations that we need...

The public sleeps better at night.

I understand, sir.

Fair warning, though...

I hear he's a bit odd, kind of quiet.

So appeal to his intellect
in the interview.

You should be able to close the deal.

He's not on board yet?

No.

So don't let me down.

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The past cannot be changed.

But the future is yet in our power.

Artificial satellites
launched into space...

They will explore the upper atmosphere,

create a vast communications network,

and, yes, one day put a man on the moon.

Now, when we launch
these objects into the sky...

and we will race the Russians
to get there...

we will need to track their progress.

This satellite tracking camera
system is an instrument

for the collection of trajectory points.

It will provide angular measurements

at the line of sight
to any object and permit us

- to obtain accurate positional data.
- Professor Hynek...

But in order for it
to fulfill its potential,

it will require financial support.

Professor, how does this
figure into pitch?

It was in the file that
you laid out for me earlier.

I'm so sorry. That, um, that be...

That belongs to my son.

He... Sometimes he goes
through my things.

He likes the drawings and the graphs,

and he loves Flash Gordon.

Well, given the science-fiction
we're discussing,

I suppose it is appropriate.

Well, there is a big difference
between science-fiction

and informed speculation, Roger,

although both do require an open mind.

Well, Professor, as head
of our astronomy department,

I suppose you would know.

So please continue.

As I was saying, the, uh...

the future is yet in our power.

I'm so sorry to interrupt.

Professor Hynek,
there's an urgent call for you

from the Air Force.

Uh, excuse me, gentlemen.

July of '47, Roswell, New Mexico.

Are you familiar with it?

Yeah, this was that crashed
Army weather balloon.

Do you remember the first reports?

Invasion of the Spacemen.

My son wouldn't stop talking about it.

Yeah, when that story hit,
it jammed phone lines nationwide...

even broke a few switchboards
in the process.

"War of the Worlds" all over
again... who could forget that?

Uh, you said on the phone
that this concerned my research.

Indianapolis, '48...

A man sees strange lights,
calls the cops.

Papers catch on,
the whole town goes nuts.

Turns out to be migrating geese.

Oregon, '49... Fisherman swears

he sees a metallic disk
covering a state park.

It turns out to be a water tower.

Uh, about two weeks ago in Manhattan,

a college kid sees this
"unearthly anomaly."

Do you know what that is, Doc?

- That's the moon.
- Bingo.

It took four Coast Guard vessels
combing the Hudson for two days

to arrive at that
same astute determination.

That is why you're here.

Our nation is suffering from a form
of mass hysteria right now,

one we can't afford...

Not with Russia breathing down our necks

and a nuclear arms race
on the brink of disaster.

When people panic,
communication channels jam,

police can't do their jobs,

and the border patrol
literally chases the moon.

How would you like to help
the U.S. Air Force

instill rational scientific thinking

back into
our public consciousness again?

Um, how?

For starters, come with me to Fargo.

Pilot there by the name
of Henry Fuller claims

to have gotten into a dogfight
with an alien spacecraft.

You want me to investigate
flying saucers?

I want you to help me prove
to the public the truth...

They don't exist.

Captain, I already have a full-time job,

and a grant that I'm applying for

with people who are depending on me.

Thank you for the offer,
but this is really not my field.

Thought you were smarter than that.

"Genius" is what I was told.

In my experience, that doesn't
always mean intelligent.

What are you trying to say, Captain?

I'm trying to say...

I think you're missing out
on a great opportunity here.

I just told you this wasn't my field.

You think I started out here?

I was a pilot in the Air Force,
10 years.

Flew countless missions
during the War...

that was my field.

Never imagined I'd be doing this.

But you know why I did it?

Because it's this is a chance
to show the world the truth.

Kind of like Newton did when
he proved the world was round.

- Pythagoras.
- Come again?

Pythagoras was the first
to suggest the Earth was round.

Newton is better known for
discovering the law of gravity.

But you knew that already, didn't you?

You are good at this... persuasion.

I studied a little psychology.

It's how I got the job. I know people.

Then tell me this...

If these saucers don't exist,

then why so many reports?

Why are people lying about
what they see in the skies?

I never said they were lying.

I just think they're misinformed.

But if they had the right
teacher, someone they can trust,

who can help clarify what's
really going on up there...

Okay, Captain.

But I have three conditions.

So you're still keeping
your job at the University?

Of course. Nothing is
more important than that.

- Well, what about the second?
- A paycheck.

I can use the extra money
to help secure the grant

for my satellite tracking camera.

Maybe even an extra vacation this year.

And the third condition?

Recognition.

The study of the flying saucers
has never been done before.

- Because they're not real.
- Yes, but that's never been proven.

Not scientifically.

With my credibility, I can do that.

And maybe even get what my heroes...

Galileo, Kepler... never did.

Recognition in my own lifetime.

You know,

when I first met you,

I knew you were special...

- a little crazy, but...
- Eccentric.

- I am eccentric.
- Okay.

But if this can help the world
see what I see in you?

I support it.

What's going on?

Why are you packing?

I have to leave town for a few days.

- For a new job.
- What is it?

Well, um...

you know how Flash Gordon
is always fighting

these evil spacemen in your comics?

Well, it's going to be
a little bit like that.

That sounds silly.

Yeah, you're right, it does.

Okay, come on. Bed time.

Come on, evil spaceman.

Hon, remember to call me
when you get there.

Okay.

Don't worry, Mrs. Hynek.

I'll bring him back in one piece.

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Captain, I saw
in the case file this pilot,

Fuller, he flew during the War.

Yeah, twice decorated.

So his story should be very credible.

Pilot says "aliens attacked my plane."

I think credibility is asking a lot.

Ten hut.

Captain, welcome to Fargo.
Right this way, sir.

Lieutenant Fuller's just this way.

Is that his plane?

What are they doing to it?

Not sure.

I haven't seen that before.

Gentlemen, you got here quick.

We brought him out of the
infirmary for your interview.

Doctors who examined him
said it's mostly shock.

Keeps mumbling this song,
"How High the Moon."

Won't tell us why.

I'm told you boys are here
to make this all make sense.

Sure would appreciate it
if you'd do that quick.

D.C.'s got the whole squadron grounded

till you sign off.

Henry Fuller?

I'm Dr. Allen Hynek.

We'll speak the same language.

Lieutenant, I'm Captain Michael Quinn.

What's your call-sign?

Lieutenant?

It's Coop.

Coop.

What, like Gary Cooper?

So you're a ladies' man, huh?

I'm sorry, what was that song
you were just singing?

Those lyrics?

Coop?

Come on, we're both pilots.

You want to tell me
what happened up there?

Why don't you check out
what's going on with that plane?

You're making him nervous.

It's gonna be okay, Coop.

Just tell me what happened.

Excuse me, sir. This area is not safe.

Radiation on the plane is way too high.

- What are your readings?
- I said it's not safe.

Up until 1950, 25,000 millirems

was considered
the annual occupational limit.

That standard was recently lowered

because short-term exposure
to non-ionizable radiation

has since been considered acceptable.

Did you know that?

So I will ask you again.

What are your readings?

And to the third decimal
so I can decide if it's safe.

Coop, come on, come on.
When did you first see it?

It was, uh...

It was after I cleared
the football field.

This was a night game, right?

So a lot of light on the field...

This wasn't on the field, okay?

This light, it was... it was moving.

This light was moving fast.

Moving faster
than anything I'd ever seen.

And every time I tried to catch up,

it would just disappear...

until it attacked me.

I was fighting for my life.

So you're saying this, uh,
whatever it was

was... was attacking you?

It told me so.

Through the song.

♪ Somewhere there's music ♪

So you're saying this thing was
speaking to you through a song?

Not just the lyrics.

It was... It was something
deeper, in the melody...

something I can't explain.

That's when I-I chopped power,
I hit rudder,

I came around on its six and I fired!

Wait, wait, so you actually
engaged this thing?

Yes.

But it moved sideways.

The Goddamn thing,
it was toying with me.

This was real, okay?

This was real.

I honestly thought that I was gonna die.

♪ You knew I was lonely,
looking for someone to love ♪

Hi. Looking for something?

♪ You knew I was lonely,
looking for someone to love ♪

Excuse me, could I ask your opinion?

Which shade do you think works best?

It depends on who it's working for.

But, honestly?
With your complexion, neither.

It's just with your hair color
and features, pinks won't work.

Something a bit bolder...

I could show you if you'd like.

Sure.

Stay still.

What do you think?

I love it.

Now your boyfriend's gonna owe me.

- You mean my husband.
- Oh, I should've known.

I'm a newlywed myself.

- Susie.
- Mimi.

Mimi.

What do you know about men's ties?

Wait... his plane was radioactive?

Any time metal breaks
the upper troposphere,

it can acquire
a temporary radioactive charge.

As a pilot, I would've thought
you'd be familiar with that.

Sure. But how bad was Fuller's?

Normal flight... even transatlantic,

you won't get readings
above a few millirems.

But his plane was... was excessive.

Yeah, well, so is his story.

The flight maneuvers he described

when that light was coming at him?

Best pilot on the planet
couldn't do what he said he did.

This hotshot fly-boy
buzzes a football game,

tries to cover it up
with an even bigger lie,

now we're stuck in
Fargo for the evening.

That's the story I'm sticking with.

Okay, well, let's just say

- that you are correct.
- Which I am.

How do you explain the damage
to the underside of his plane?

What type of UFO could do that?

I'm... I'm sorry, U.F. what?

Unidentified flying object.

I'm simply condensing the terminology

that you've been using.

Added my own touch.

This is a new science
we're creating here.

It needs its own terminology.

Well, if it saves us time typing
up the reports, I love it.

But in this case, I think
I can actually identify

what it is Fuller saw.

If you log enough time in the air,

you're bound to come across
more than a few of these.

It's a weather balloon.

Standard data-recording device.

They scare you when
you're not expecting them.

Flight records show
there was one in the area

that night as well.

So the light from the stadium
reflects off its white surface,

creates the orb Fuller described.

Wind currents push it toward his plane,

and he thinks he's in a dogfight.

Look at this.

Solid metal.

You fly too close and scrape
that, it'll leave a mark.

You're impressed, aren't you?

Hungry, actually.

I need to make some calculations.

That's not how it works, Doc.

So, how long have you been married?

12 years.

No. But you're so young.

And what does your husband do?

He teaches. Astrophysics.

Should I pretend to know what that is?

It worked for me for the past 10 years.

Mimi, I'm new in town.

Where are all the fun spots in Columbus?

And if you say the roller rink,
I'm gonna squeal.

I don't think
I'm the right person to ask.

Allen and I used to rumba
down at the Rec Center.

But he works so much now.

Just picked up another job, too.

Really? Doing what?

I can't really talk about it.

Hm.

Good pie.

I thought you were hungry.

All right. I'm gonna pay,

then we're gonna get in the car,
hit the road.

Case is closed.

This was a good chat. Thanks.

Here you go.

Crazy about that saucer, eh?

Whole town's on edge about it.

Everyone that comes in here,

that's all they want to talk about.

Well, you can tell them all
it was just a weather balloon.

No aliens in Fargo right now.

Yeah, that we know of.

So the lights on the game
would've given off

approximately 50,000 lumens.

On a clear night at 5,000 feet,

that would diffuse
to approximately 100th of that.

When you take into account
refraction, wind currents,

uh, the fact that the balloon
is cone-shaped...

What are you saying?

♪ Somewhere there's music ♪

Did you just put on that song?

Yeah, why?

In your notes, you said
that Fuller said the song...

that song...
told him that he was in danger.

And you just put it on.

I don't know what
you're getting at there,

but song, no song...
it was a weather balloon.

But on paper...

On paper is not the same
as being up in a fighter plane

5,000 feet in the air
traveling 200 miles an hour.

I am just trying to find
a reasonable explanation

for the evidence that we have.

You have a reasonable explanation.

Me.

Well, take me up and prove me wrong.

You show me what a weather
balloon looks like at 5,000 feet

and I will agree with you
and write the report.

But until then, the math says otherwise.

You want to play chicken at
three g's just to prove a point?

All right. I'll take you on a ride.

Show you what those numbers really mean.

So, the weather-service guy sent
a balloon up a couple hours ago.

Weather's a little choppy,

but we should be able
to re-create Fuller's exact...

All right, I got you.

You a little nervous, maybe?

I'm not nervous.

Okay.

Maybe a little.

This is Fuller's account
of the incident.

Read it aloud once we're up there.

That way we can re-create
his exact maneuvers.

I've already read this file
and memorized its contents.

You sure you're not the alien?

Well, maybe I am.

I don't know. It's a little tight.

Well, come out and show me first.

♪ Living a full life to call myself... ♪

Mimi.

You look amazing.

I couldn't get the...

♪ I don't have to drink
to have myself a fling ♪

♪ I don't have to think
I'm crazy to sing ♪

I envy your husband right now.

♪ When it comes to love... ♪

You really think he'll like it?

It's really expensive.

Didn't you say he just
started a new job?

- Mm-hmm.
- Then you deserve this.

And when he sees you in it,

he'll take you out dancing every night.

And then maybe... you and I
can do this again sometime.

You're awfully quiet back there, Doc.

You all right?

Just fine, thanks.

Might be a little bumpy if
we got to go through this storm.

Should we just turn back?

No, we're all right.

Hey, you're wearing that
parachute, right?

Ha, ha.

- Hey, Captain.
- Yeah?

With all the time
you've logged in the air,

you've never once come across
something you can't explain?

There's a lot of guys I know
who claim they've seen lights.

"Foo fighters," they called them
when we were over there.

Me personally? No. Nothing.

All right. There it is.

You ready with Fuller's flight sequence?

- I'm ready.
- From the top.

After he saw the ball of light,

- he did a 4 g dive to get under it.
- 4 g's?

Better hold onto your lunch.

He saw the light speeding past.

That's when he pulled hard rudder.

I thought you said this was impossible.

Don't worry. I got this.

Captain! Stop!

Look out!

What's happening?

We're going down. Brace yourself, doc.

I got a civilian.

Need a stretcher over here.

Sir, don't move. Can you hear us?

One, two, three.

Who was that man?

You're okay.

Well...

What happened to us?

Well, not to get all technical
about it, but we crashed.

How could you do that to us?
I told you to stop.

You told me you wanted
to prove your theory.

Yeah, well, I think you are
trying to prove something else.

Look, I did what you asked me to do.

I tried duplicating Fuller's moves.

Which are impossible.

And if I wasn't as good a pilot as I am,

we would've been killed.

Oh, and that's supposed to
make me feel better?

I was fine with what we found.
I said close the case.

Yeah, well, maybe that's why
the Air Force wanted me here.

Because you...
you let things slide too easily.

- Where are you going?
- To call my wife.

Without confusion, the city
of Spokane is suddenly deserted

and a ghostly quiet prevails

until police sound
the "all clear" signal.

Despite cold and rain,

Spokane demonstrates
that American cities...

Hello?

Honey?

I lost track of time.

...which tracks the planes
and sends out the alarm.

Joel, what's wrong?

Mom, how far away
is Spokane, Washington?

Spokane? Why?

...while in outlying areas,

school children are guided
to their appointed...

Oh, honey, don't watch this.

In the meantime, the National...

I'm sorry I'm late.

I got hung up at the store.

Come here.

- Did your father call?
- Mnh-mnh.

Tell you what.

Why don't you go wash up

and I'll fix us some dinner.

Okay.

Captain.

At ease.

General, no one mentioned
you were coming.

Well, I certainly wasn't planning on it.

Until they told me
that you crashed a plane.

Where's the professor?

Sorry, if... if I may? First?

That plane had a faulty service record

- that no one told me about...
- Oh, shut up.

What the hell were you doing
up there in the first place?

- Testing a theory.
- What?

That the Air Force
doesn't know what it's doing?

Need I remind you of our purpose here?

The first thing I told you
in our meeting?

Flying saucers don't exist.

That's right.

This professor, is he bossing
you around or something?

No, sir.

Well, then, stop indulging his bullshit.

I want to go talk to this Airman Fuller.

I needed to disprove his theory, sir.

I don't need you disproving a theory.

I need you to write reports
and close cases.

And if you can't,
I'll find someone else who can.

Captain.

♪ Somewhere there's music ♪

♪ How faint the tune ♪

♪ Somewhere there's heaven ♪

♪ How high the moon ♪

What is it about that song?

You're still here.

♪ If you would come to me soon ♪

Do you mind if I ask you
a few questions?

The Captain and I went up
and re-created your version

of the encounter.

- With a weather balloon.
- It wasn't a weather balloon.

Well, we replicated
your flight path precisely,

according to your account,
and, uh, our plane crashed.

According to the Captain,
you're lucky to be alive.

Well, frankly, we all are.

If, in fact, you did do
what you said you did up there.

I never said that I did.

I said the plane flew that way.

What do you mean
the plane flew that way?

I mean I wasn't in control.

The light flew it for me.
It was as if it was...

It was like it was showing me
what it could do.

Why didn't you say anything
about this before?

Everybody else thinks I'm crazy.

You're the only one that asked
about the song.

Well, I'm telling you, this is
how it communicated with me.

A song playing through your
headset could easily have come

- from a radio station nearby.
- No.

No, no, no. This came from my hometown.

I mean, I recognized the familiar voice.

The deejay call sign.

"This is KKJH, San Diego..."

Logically, that's not possible.

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

Hey, maybe I should drive.

I still have two good arms.

The car's yours, actually.

I got to get a flight
back to D.C. from here.

Oh, everything all right?

Yeah, just got to clean up a few things,

check in with the head honchos.

They're a little pissed
but, you know, we're fine.

I'll fill out the report by myself then.

I already filled it out.

Sent it out this morning.

You wrote the report and you sent it in

without showing it to me?

Well, what did it say?

Just what we proved.

That it was a weather balloon.

I spoke to Fuller last night.

He said a-all these other crazy things

that you wouldn't have heard.
Like the... the song...

Was broadcast from his hometown
on the West Coast?

That the light was trying
to talk to him?

Look, there's something
you don't know about pilots

who've seen combat like he has.

They can crack up.

See and hear weird things.

But I put any of that crap
you're talking about

in the report, he loses a career

and we're stuck with a case open
for no good reason.

And you don't think finding out
the truth is a "good reason"?

Tank's a little low.

You need to fill 'er up.

♪ I'm a-goin' home to the hills
I used to know ♪

♪ And my thoughts are never re... ♪

...and a new enemy
will more likely strike

whenever it feels that
the relativity in military

or other potential is in its favor.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey! Where are you taking me?

This encounter
goes deeper than we think.

At least we may have another
candidate on our hands.

You went up there, you saw Fuller.
What's your gut?

Initiate him into the program.

Okay.

You make the call.

I'll make sure the Secretary
stays off our back.

5, 3, 5,

8, 9, 7,

9, 3, 2,

3, 8, 4,

6, 9...

Allen.

I was getting worried.

I'm sorry, you know, it was just...

long drive.

What happened here?

Oh, that was, uh, on the base.

You know, I wasn't paying
attention, tripped over...

You know how distracted I can get.

That Air Force Captain

better not be putting my husband
in any danger.

How'd it all go?

Dad!

Oh! Here is he is. Oh!

Did you keep any eye
on the house while I was gone?

We started doing duck-and-cover
drills at school.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Dinner's ready.

Why don't you sit at the table

and we'll finish all that after, okay?

Duck-and-cover drills.

What other excitement did I miss?

Well, I made a new friend.

She helped me pick out this new color.

What do you think?

Yeah, it's, uh...
it's different for you.

I... I love it.

Come on. You can tell us
about your new adventure.

Put Flash Gordon away.

Operator, yes, I'm trying to
reach long distance.

It's a radio station in San Diego.

KKJH.

Yeah, that must be it.
Can you connect me?

Hello, my name is Doctor Allen Hynek.

I was wondering if
you could help me out.

By any chance, do you keep records

of the songs you play and when?

You do? Great, okay.

Well, if it isn't too much trouble,

I was wondering what song
you were playing

at approximately 8:15 p.m. on March 3rd.

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Okay.

Yes, thank you.

Quinn.

You're there.

Yeah, I just got in.
I came to pick up a few things.

What's going on?

There's something you need to know.

The song that Fuller heard
from San Diego?

It's... He was telling the truth.

I just confirmed it
with the radio station.

Don't start with this again.

It's not just the song.

I think there's something more going on

that's connected to what's happened.

What do you mean connected?

Doc?

You know what, I'm...

I'm wrong.

I'm overthinking this.
The case is closed.

What are you not telling me right now?

Captain, I have to go.

We can talk about this later.
Have a good night.

What are you doing out here?

I, uh...

I thought I heard something.

I guess I'm just being paranoid

with all this "duck-and-cover" talk.

Lieutenant?

We need to do a little follow-up.

I feel fine.

What are you doing?

It's okay.

You won't remember a thing
when it's all over.

♪ The darkest night would shine ♪

♪ If you would come to me soon ♪

♪ Until you will, how still my heart ♪

♪ How high the moon ♪

It's taken care of.

You gonna rest easier now?

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