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- There's something I haven't told you.
- What?

Previously on
"Project Blue Book"...

I keep seeing this.

9, 8 --

You realize you sound like
a crazy person, right?

Which is exactly why
I didn't want to tell you.

Halt or I'll shoot!

Master Sergeant
Edward Rizzuto.

What were you doing
at the test site?

He's 100% full of shit.

Party member
since he was in short pants.

We can't let the Russians know
that we know.

What do you need me
to do?

You do know those
were not meteors?

What do you know about
all of this?

If I had all the answers,

I wouldn't need you,
would I?
Need me?

What the hell
do you need me for?

You're lying.

No, I'm not.

You kissed Rebecca Taylor.

No, I didn't!

-You kissed her!
-You kissed her!

All right, boys,
that's enough, that's enough.

You leave
little Casanova alone.

What is that?

Whoa.

Whatever it is,

I think
it's coming this way.

You stay put, boys.

Brian, just in case,
you're in charge.

Scoutmaster.

What are you doing?

Boys,
you stick with Brian.

Brian,
you stay with the boys.

All right,
I'm sure it's nothing.

I'll go check it out.
I'll be right back.

Okay. Be careful.

Run, boys! Run!

-Go!
-Let's go, let's go!

-Let's go!
-Get to the road!

This way.
We're coming.

This is the last place
we saw Scoutmaster Emmett.

Thanks for getting out here
so quick, Dr. Hynek.

Just so I'm clear,
you called Project Blue Book

'cause the scouts believe
aliens captured Emmett?

Well,
the boys definitely

saw something strange
in the sky.

Well,
what do you think?

I think Emmett York's
a good man

who went missing
in the woods

he knows like
the back of his hand.

That's more than enough
to get my attention.

So you agree
with the scouts?

Brian's a good kid
with a very vivid imagination.

At this point, though,

I think we need
all the help we can get.

Hurry up!
I think I found something!

We've got something
over here!

Lord.
What happened here?

Very precise.

That's his hat.

And his camera.

Project Blue Book,

Captain Michael Quinn
speaking.

Captain, I tried reaching
you last night.

I'm in Bowling Green.

Ah, they told me.

Something about a scout troop
seeing a space ship?

More of a missing person
at this point,

but evidence at the scene
did leave some questions.

How soon
can you get down here?

I can't, I'm afraid.

Supposed to meet
with General Harding

on some other matter.

You're on your own
down there.

Everything all right?

Paperwork stuff.
It's nothing.

Keep me posted
on your end.

Okay, then.

I'm sure
I'll be home soon.

Impossible.

Where's your partner?

Took a call
on a case down south.

Too many details.

You didn't tell him
where you were going, right?

You said "top secret."

He's, uh --
he's in there.

I don't understand.

How did Rizzuto
escape military custody?

We let him go.

Intel figured he'd do us
more good on the run.

We could trail him,

and it would lead us
right to his contacts.

Wasn't till
after he left

that we discovered
a sensitive piece of material

had gone missing
from the base.
What kind of material?

Well, let's just say
if the Russians got
their hands on it,

they could win the arms race,
hands down.

What do you need me
to do?

Well, we can't bring
Rizzuto back in.

His handlers
would scatter to the wind.

If they already
have the material,

we're sunk.

And you, with your skills,

you could find this
and bring it back.

That's our best bet
right now.

I assume you haven't lost
your touch?

Mornin', sunshine.

Hope you're hungry.

I set the table for two.

We've got bacon,
eggs, toast.

The coffee sucks.

Come on.

You're gonna want food.

This won't go well
on an empty stomach.

Well...

...You might want to...

You know, if I knew you were
gonna cook me breakfast,

I would've just
let you in.

Burnt the bacon, though.

Who taught you
how to cook?

Air Force when I was stationed
in Spain.

Hey, you know they got
this bacon over there,

comes from
black Iberian pigs.

They run wild in the oak forests
in the south.

All they eat are acorns.

Now, after the Spaniards
slaughter them,

they cure that meat
for four years.

Imagine that.

Four years
to wait for bacon.

I mean, it's good,
but...

Eat.

Before it gets cold.

Can you pass the salt,
please?

You can reach it.

What, are you a cripple?
Grab the salt.

Wasn't so hard,
was it?

The gun's empty.

I can see the chamber.

Can't you see the trust
we've developed here?

You know, it'll make this
all go so much smoother,

First rule
of interrogation --

get them to trust you.

That is why you're here.

But what you don't realize,

Captain Michael James Quinn
of Battle Creek, Michigan,

is that you are way out of
your league right now.

He shouldn't
have gone in there alone.

If we'd gone with him,
maybe we could've helped.

It's not your fault.

Emmett did
what he had to do.

We're gonna find him,
boys.

I give you
my word on that.

So, Dr. Hynek...

You work
for that alien project?

Project Blue Book

for the United States
Air Force.

We investigate unidentified
aerial phenomena.

If you're
in the Air Force,

why don't you wear
a uniform?

I'm a civilian employee.

A professor
of astronomy.

I wanted to be an astronomer
since I was 7.

It's one of my first
merit badges.

I was 7, too.

That badge tells me

that you know
how important it is

to relay
exactly what you saw.

So, if any of you boys
have information

that might help us find
Scoutmaster Emmett,

you need to tell us.

Okay, then.

Think back.

Tell me everything you remember
about that night.

Professor Hynek!

Brian.

You okay
after all that?

I didn't want to say this

in front of the boys.

They're scared enough,

but I think there may be
an explanation

for what happened
to Scoutmaster Emmett.

Go on.

It's a story that everyone
around here knows.

Maybe it's not
just a story.

After what happened
that night,

I can't help but think
the story is real.

Story?

What -- What do --
What do you mean?

The story
of the Star People.

Fire and ash,
the ground will burn.

Beware the night
when the Star People return.

Comforting rhyme.

Choctaw Indian legend.

All this land belonged
to the Choctaw years ago,

before they moved South.

But a special group
stayed behind.

They believed that
before man walked the Earth,

the Star People lived here,

and that one day
they'd come back.

You don't really think
this legend

has something to do
with Emmett's disappearance?

Maybe.

I used to think it was just
a tall tale, you know?

Just a story to tell
around the campfire to scare us.

But after what happened,
what we saw...

Folk lore and myth

can have a powerful
psychological effect.

But it's important

to always let the facts
tell the story.

That's it.

That's the same ship
we saw.

Identical.

Is it really possible?

Fellow traveler.

Ever heard the term?

No.
Please, continue.

I got lists of people

who might be sympathetic
to the cause.

That way,
if I have a chance

and find myself close to one,
I can --

Turn them into a traitor
like yourself.

Real patriots
fight for a cause.

Not outdated ideals

like the ones
you believe in.

Communism is the future.

The revolutions in China,
Korea, Yugoslavia.

The world is changing,
Captain.

While you're out there
hunting flying saucers,

being a good soldier,
following orders.

Boy, you Russkies are even
dumber than we thought.

I fought for my country.
Why do you think I'm here?

I enjoy this.

Breaking traitors
like you.

You all give in,
sooner or later.

Do you really enjoy it?

Or do you just
tell yourself that

because what
you're really trying to do

is please the brass,

hoping they'll feed you
some scraps?

Project Blue Book?

With your background,
how could you be okay

with them
treating you that way?

All right,
that's enough.

We know what you're worth,
what you sacrificed!

I said stop.
What they did to you
overseas,

pushing you
into torturing war criminals,

not giving a damn
how that inhumanity

affects somebody --
Last warning.

If you had
any intelligence,

anything you've acquired
with your security clearance,

Michael,
we can take care of you.

We can h--

Don't doubt my motives.

Wash it off.

You and I have a little game
we're gonna play.

Thank you again, Sheriff,

for making the necessary
introductions.

Mm-hmm.

I've known David Akule
for years.

If there's anyone
who can answer your questions,

it's him.

Thank you for seeing us
on such short notice, David.

Yes, allaying the fears
of white men

is a hobby of mine.

Pleasure.
Professor, please.

Thank you.
Sheriff.

So, David,

what do you know
about my fears?

I know that the Scoutmaster
is missing.

I know that you have
some interesting theories

on the, uh, subject.

Well, Brian,
one of the scouts,

he mentioned this sect

that worshipped
the Star People.

My people have been here
for centuries

and the woods
have shown them, uh,

miraculous things
that they couldn't explain.

So, these stories
of extraterrestrials,

the petroglyphs
in the caves --

all just ancient ways

of making sense
of these miracles?

At least till "modern science"
came along.

You seem to be quite
the reader

of modern science books
yourself.

You know what
I've learned from them?

That as little as I know,

science knows even less.

How so?

It never
considers faith

as an answer
to the unexplained.

Have you ever seen
these lights in the woods?

More than once.

Where, exactly?

Just past Mill Road.

Well, that's right
where Emmett went missing.

So tell me,

what kind of game
are we gonna be playing,

'cause, uh, you know,

you did just ruin
my football throwing hand.

Don't worry, it's more of
a trivia-type thing.

I'll ask the questions,

all you got to do
is answer them

You get 'em right,
I'll scrub the pans.

You get 'em wrong...

Well...

So, first question.

Was it hard to steal?

Was what hard to steal?

Wrong answer.

Next question.

Why did you steal it?

Steal what?

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

Wrong again.

Bonus round.

Where is it?

There's a timer on these,
by the way.

I didn't steal --

Hey!

You're crazy!

Do you understand the rules
now?

Listen, I don't know

what you're trying
to get from me,

but whatever it is,
I don't have it.

What?

"I don't have it."

You know, most people
in your situation,

they wouldn't have
said what you just
said right there.

"I don't have it."

So, that implies you know
who does have it.

If you had no idea,
you'd be totally confused.

"Why is this guy
trying to kill me

for something I have no idea
what he's talking about,"

but you didn't say that.

"No," you said,

"I don't have it."

So...

We're gonna move on
to round two.

This one gets
a little bit harder.

If you don't have it,
who does?

Help!

He's trying to kill me!

You said
he wouldn't kill me!

Help!

Hey!

Help!

Can you smell that?

Is there a swamp or something
around here?

- Just up there.
- Swamp?

That's where
the skeeters live.

I hate skeeters.

I'd like to see
this swamp.

I wouldn't drink that
if I were you, Professor.

Yeah, methane, sulfur.

How often do people
come by here?

Oh, rarely.

Swamp stinks too much.

Even the animals
steer clear of this water.

Maybe those Star People
aren't just legend.

Maybe they're real.

-Maybe they are.
-Come on, now, people.

Easy, please. Easy.

Look, my kids play out there
in those woods.

We all deserve
to know the truth.

We need to know!
What? Are you afraid
to leave the house now?

May I speak?

Ple--

Please, if everyone
could just settle down
for a moment.

-What are you hiding from us?
-What really happened out there?

Now, I've investigated the woods
where Emmett went missing

and performed a series of tests,

and these tests have confirmed

that the lights seen
in the sky

are not alien, but natural,

the result of swamp gas.

-Come on!
-Wha--?

In certain swamps and marshes,

methane and carbon dioxide

can become trapped
beneath the surface.

These trapped gases,
they build in intensity,

and when the conditions
are right,

they can
spontaneously combust

into the atmosphere...

...creating
a violent explosion

and a bright light,

just like the one
witnessed by the scouts.

No way!
The swamp gas didn't
burn those trees.

-Yeah!
-Emmett didn't shoot at no gas.

-That's right!
-Yeah!

I can assure you

this is a perfectly natural
and common phenomenon.

People, please!

Please,
you have to stay calm!

Please!

Emmett?

-Oh, my God.
-What happened?

Emmett?
Oh, my God, Emmett?

-Oh, my God!
-Scoutmaster?

-Oh, my God!
-Is he all right?

What in the world?

I've been camping in those woods
for 34 years.

I bring my rifle 'cause
sometimes I like to hunt.

You never expect
to be hunted.

I knew the moment
I laid eyes on it,

it wasn't anything
of this world.

It was the sound --
not like an animal.

It was like a whistle,
like air over metal,

like something
moving through the sky.

It wasn't like anything
I've ever seen before.

The light blinded me.

I couldn't move away.

Run, boys! Run!

I fired at that craft.

All the while,
those burns ate at me.

It felt like my chest
was on fire.

And then, uh,
the "craft" just flew away?

I'm a serious man,
Professor.

Ask anyone around here.

I served my country
in the war,

I donate my time
to help with the children.

No one is denying

that you thought you saw
an Unidentified Flying Object.

Look, you were saying,
the craft left...

No, you said that.

After I fired at that craft,
it did not leave.

A creature
came out of it.

And I shot at that,
too.

A creature?

Baby, I was scared
half to death.

It played some sort of
mental mind game with me.

All I remember
after that

is waking up
48 hours later,

disoriented
and forever changed.

Professor Hynek developed
the photos from your camera.

So you saw what I saw.

You know I'm
telling the truth, then!

I know something happened
out there in the woods.

But those photos,

they are not
conclusive enough

to prove
an alien encounter.

I'm not sure that any of us
can be completely certain --

Certain?
You want to be certain?

That thing's
still out there!

I know because I killed it,

and I can show you
where it died at my feet!

-He never came back.
-No.

Hey, I did what you asked.
He tried to kill me.

No, you didn't do as we asked
or he'd still be here.

You screwed up,
is what you did.

And he was
never gonna kill you.

He's trained not to kill.

Not without my authority.

You heard me ask him.
He denied everything.

What do you think
he was gonna say at first?

You -- you didn't even
give him a chance!

Captain.

Under the table, right?

What the hell
are you doing?

Rug, maybe?

Captain!

Captain.

Light?

Seems about right.

Let's you and me
take a walk.

Why?!

We're all friends now,
huh?

Say what you got to say.

That's an order, Captain.
Move!

Outside!

That's for my hand,
you son of a bitch!

-Hey!
-I'm done!

Come here
you little piece of shit!

Come here!

Go!

You stay.

I'll deal with you later.

That's far enough.

Captain!

You will stop right there

and give
your commanding officer

the respect
that he deserves.

Yes, sir.
I didn't hear you, sir.

I just want to say that...

I'm relieved.

You're more than
I thought you were.

Loyal, effective,

and one tough
son of a bitch.

You already
had my respect,

but now
you have my admiration.

We turned Rizzuto
at White Forest.

Figured that.

He's a double agent now.

Highly valued
in today's climate.

So I was the one being
interrogated in there?

Something did go missing
from the base

just after you left.

So, if you had
my intel --

What? You believed
I could turn into a traitor

like that piece of shit?

A Captain that had clearance

to go anywhere he wanted
on the base,

and the day he shows up,

some sensitive material
goes missing

from a classified
project?

Yeah, for a moment.

I certainly couldn't pin it

to that egghead partner
of yours.

Right.

No, sir.

The game plays differently
at my level.

I have to protect
against all threats.

"Fellow traveler."

Was he making that up?

Is that what you
suspected me of?

I know nothing
about that.

But now that I know
who you really are,

more doors will open.

Yes, sir.

Good man.

We'll talk soon.

Oh, and Captain.

Four years for bacon.

Sometimes the finer things
just take time.

There's a clearing
up ahead.

This is almost
the same area

where we found your hat.

There.

Here's your proof,
Professor.

Just like I said.

You believe me now?

Take this.

Hand me the skull, please?

What exactly are you doing?

Replica skulls are made
from a new synthetic fiber

created during the war
called "acrylic."

Feels like bone to me.

The flame
will help ascertain

whether this skull
is real or a forgery.

Acrylic will shine.

Bone will not.

It's not shining.

I told you. It's real.

We should keep this
between us

until I can be certain.

You just tested it!

What more do you need
to be certain?!

If this is a skull
of an alien creature,

and I'm not saying
that it is,

it will lead
to dangerous levels of panic

in the general public.

But if we are under attack,

isn't that something
everyone should know about?

I'm sure Dr. Hynek
knows what's best.

Maybe we should hang fire
until he's sure, like he says.

Bullshit.

Thinking like that,

Paul Revere would have stayed
in the God damn barn.

Emmett, take it easy now.

I need to get
to a telephone.

Of course.

Captain.

Professor.

Glad you called.

I'm in Bowling Green.

We have a situation.

What kind?

A local man swears

he shot and killed
an alien

and there are
physical remains.

Sounds like a pickle.

I need to see you,
Captain.

As soon as possible.

Now there's
a coincidence.

As it happens,
I need to see you, too.

Got a good arm, kid.

Doing good.

Hi, there.
-Get over here, right now.

You stay away from him.

Boy, am I glad
to see you.

Back at you.

Your mission
was successful?

Still ongoing,
as far as I'm concerned.

I'm gonna need to bring you
up to speed.

I'm gonna need you
to pause right there

for a second,
Professor.

We need to talk.

About our trip
to White Forest.

Morning, uh, Dr. Hynek.

Yeah, good morning.

Should I be worried
that you brought
the Army along?

People around here

have complicated feelings
about Army men.

Well, you've got nothing
to worry about.

I'm Air Force.

Come on in.

Where did you get this?

Emmett.

As soon as I saw it,

I called a colleague of mine
at the university

in the anthropology
department.

He told me
you might have the answer.

Hand me the skull.

The practice of head-binding

has been misunderstood
for hundreds of years.

And, yes, it has been confused
with the extraterrestrial.

It began about a month
after birth

and continued
for about six months,

shaping the skull
into something holy.

This was
a common ritual?

Yes, it was an ancient way
of honoring our gods,

but much like worshipping
the Star People,

today, it is nothing
more than a custom

which is
no longer practiced.

Coyotes sometimes disturbed
these graves, but this...

This is something else.

Grave robbers.

So this was all a hoax.

Starting with
Scoutmaster Emmett.

Sorry we're late.

Thank you for coming.

Emmett, Dorothy.

Can I, uh, apologize?

I know we were
a little hot earlier.

Um...
After all
he's been through,

you can understand,
right?

Of course.

I think I have
a better idea, too, you know,

what we've all
been through.

That's my skull.

What are you doing
with that?

And my picture.

Do you remember the shape
of the moon that night?

Shape of the moon?

No.

According to the weather
service, it was full.

Full moons are bright
in Bowling Green.

Bright enough
to cast shadows.

Take a look
at that picture

and tell me
what you see.

No shadow.

Now, there are no shadows

because that photo was taken
two weeks earlier

during the New Moon.

You created the image of
the spacecraft

days earlier
with flood lights,

and then, using a method
of trick photography

known as double exposure.

The camera is prepared
to take two photographs
simultaneously,

superimposing one image
on the other.

That's hogwash.

My husband
saw that craft.

He took that picture.

The truth is sitting
right in front of you.

Sorry we're late.

Just getting started.

Doctor.

Now, about this skull.

It is not yours, Emmett,
and it is not alien.

Now wait a minute here --

It is a sacred relic

stolen from
a Choctaw burial ground.

What?! No.

I told you
I shot the damn thing.

It tried to kill me!

No, you lied,
and you planted it in the woods

for us to find.

I swear I didn't steal
any Indian skull.

No, you didn't.

After all,
you had to stay hidden

in order to keep the mystery
of your disappearance alive.

That meant someone else
had to dig it up for you.

Someone who could access
the reservation

without fear of scrutiny.

There's the clearing
up ahead.

Over there!

Why are you all
looking at me?

Oh, come on.

Dirty hands don't make me
a grave robber.

No, Sheriff,
I suppose they don't.

Not completely.

Did you bring it?

Did you know Brian
works three jobs

to help support his family

and still finds time
for his scout troop?

But guess where he works

when he's not doing his
"duty to God and country"?

Sheriff Donnelly,
you certainly didn't.

The Sheriff sent a telegram

the morning
after you disappeared.

The answer came
this afternoon.

From Hollywood, California.

It looks like good news.

"Dear Mr. Donnelly. Stop.

Eager to hear
your flying-saucer story.

Stop.
Reward still unclaimed."

Imagine that,
a radio star

offering $100,000
for proof of alien life.

The problem is

the Sheriff
sent the telegram

before you were found.

Before you even
led us to the proof

that was going to make
the three of you rich.

All I hear is
a lot of smart words

and not a lick of proof.

Sheriff's right.

I know what I saw
that night.

Look what
they did to me!

I'm telling the truth, Brian,
I swear!

All right, you listen to me,
Doctor --

I didn't --
Stop, both of you.

Don't make your situation worse
than it already is.

Why don't we start
with filing

a false Missing Persons Report
with federal authorities

and see
where that takes us?

Hey, Doc.

Need you for a second.

Look...

I need to ask you
a question.

I want an honest answer

like I was asking
an Eagle Scout.

Yeah, of course.

I say this 'cause you've
lied to me in the past,

kept secrets
you shouldn't have --

the lab,

the man
who was following you.

What's the question?

Did you steal
sensitive material

from a classified program
at White Forest

while we were
on the base?

Did I what?

Did you steal
sensitive material

from a classified program
at White Forest?

Is this
what was so urgent?

Is that what your investigation
was about?

Like I said, Professor,
it's still ongoing.

This is where
it all started.

Where what started?

He --
He led me right here.

I'm here when you need me.

I'm here when I need you.

The government isn't trying
to erase our minds.

They're trying to use us.

Good.
You're nearly ready.

Alan, phone call!

Be right there!

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