All language subtitles for Project UFO - 1x10 - The Waterford Incident

Ezekiel saw the wheel.

This is the wheel he said he saw.

These are unidentified flying objects
that people say they are seeing now.

Are they proof that we are being
visited by civilizations from other stars?

Or just what are they?

The United States Air
Force began an investigation

of this high strangeness
in a search for the truth.

What you are about to see is
part of that 20-year search.

It's on the agenda, Major.
We're on our way to Waterford.

Good.

Waterford?

Northeast Iowa. Private military school.

There's a report the whole place is
wrapped up in some kind of web-like substance.

Web-like substance? As in
spider. Only this one, we're told,

was spun by a flying saucer.

I'm just thinking about that
newsman who filed that report.

That web-like substance.

What about it?

He called it angel hair.

Welcome to Waterford Military Academy.
Colonel Max Delaney, United States Army,

retired. At your
service, Major. Thank you, sir.

You're wondering about the spider web, or
angel's hair as the newspapers call it?

Yes, sir. The newspaper
reports said that there

was something that
covered this whole area.

I see nothing unusual. Not
anymore, you don't, and you won't.

And as far as I'm concerned,
good riddance. Good riddance.

That's what I said, Sergeant.

Anders.

I'll show these gentlemen their
quarters. Dismiss the detail.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Major, Sergeant, would you
follow me, please? Thank you.

Detail dismissed.

Colonel, can you tell us what
happened to the substance? Well,

last night this place was
covered with it. Then the rain came,

and it just disappeared. And you say it
came from an undentified flying object?

I said nothing of the kind, Sergeant.
Well, my cadets may have said that.

I guess that's why you're here.

But to put it bluntly, I
have no use for UFOs or

flying saucers or
whatever you want to call them.

I especially have no use for them when
they impugn the reputation of this school.

Is it hurting the school's reputation?

I don't think we really
need the kind of publicity

this incident is certain to create.

Can you tell us what this
so-called angel here was?

I can't tell you what it was,
Major, but I can show you what it did.

Green hands, Major.

Every one of them.

Just from touching the stuff.

Andrews?

Company, seat!

Everyone here saw that web that covered
this place. How many boys are in the school?

Well, uh... Normally, we have
a complement of 185 cadets.

But this is spring break, so
most of the boys are home.

There are only 15 here now.

How many actually saw the UFO?

There was Mr. Radcliffe,
Mr. Brown, and Mr. Delaney.

Three.

Delaney?

That's right, Sergeant.
Tim Delaney, my grandson.

He was involved in this asinine nonsense.

You seem upset, Colonel.
Concerned is a better word.

Do you know how long this
academy has been in existence, Major?

Seventy-five years.

Seventy-five years
preparing young Americans to make

a better contribution
to this nation of ours.

Parents send their sons here
not only to get an education,

but to instill a national
pride, a modicum of discipline.

An appreciation for being a
gentleman and an officer.

And I do not like the thought that
during my eight-year tenure at this academy,

I have become involved in
such outright silliness.

Colonel, we understand what
you're trying to say. Well,

if you understand what I'm trying to say,
sergeant, you'll do something about this.

The newspapers are trying to
make Waterford a three-ring circus,

and I will not have it inferred
that this academy is some kind of a...

One of these boys is a
fine young American,

and I don't want them
or this school held up

to any form of
ridicule. Nor do we, Colonel.

All we're interested in
is finding out the truth.

That's all I can ask, Major.

How can we assist you?

We'd like to talk to the
three boys who made the siding.

Very well. Is there someplace
privately that we could talk? Well,

there's classroom four.
That's in another building.

That'd be fine. Thank you. Mr. Andrews?

Yes, sir.

I want those sausage
spotters, front and center.

Yes, sir. Right away, sir.

Mr. Brown, Mr. Radcliffe, Mr. Delaney.

I want you men to report to
classroom four. Bond the double.

Yes, sir.

Sir.

Mr. Delaney.

Request permission to use
the latrine first, sir.

Permission granted.

What we like to do, boys, is to go over
your story in as much detail as possible.

What's going to happen to us, sir?

Nothing's going to happen to you.

I want you to understand that
we're here doing a job just like you,

and you have your job going to school,

and we have our job
investigating UFO sightings.

And when this is all over,

nothing will have changed except we
will have all had a new experience.

How's that?

Gee, it really sounds great.

How did you get into
your line of work, sir?

Well, that's sort of hard to explain.

Project Bloober. I bet
it's real secret stuff, huh?

Well, it's not really all that mysterious.

Our job is to try and find evidence.

It's either there or it isn't.

What kind of evidence?

Put it this way.

If someone claims to have seen
an unidentified flying object,

we look for some sign of proof that
it really wasn't his imagination.

You mean like a piece of their
spaceship or something like that?

Yes, or not even that much.

Maybe some indication of
how the craft operates.

What propels it?

Was there any fuel residue?

Impact impressions?

Evidence of that nature.

That's probably what we saw.

What's that?

What you said.

Residue.

Fuel residue.

Yeah. Maybe it wasn't an alien
spiderweb. Maybe it was just fuel residue.

I think we better take
it from the beginning.

Who wants to lead off?

I have the rank, sir.

Okay, it's all yours.

Well, it was yesterday afternoon.

Colonel Delaney sent us the
flag detail just before dinner.

After we struck the colors and
concluded the proper folding maneuvers,

we started back to the mess hall where the

other cadets were
getting ready for dinner.

The first thing we
heard was a strange noise.

And that's what happened. Everybody
came out and started playing on the stuff.

It wasn't until later that we told
them about the saucer. You know,

after all their hands turned green.

Then last night, it rained pretty
hard. And when we got up this morning,

the stuff was all washed away.

Is that how you saw it, Paul?

Yes, sir. Just like that. Everything.

Only... Only what, Paul?

When you hear somebody tell about it,
well, it really sounds dumb, you know?

Well, if it's the truth, stick by it.

It's the truth, sir. Cadet Honor, sir.

Come in.

Do you believe us, sir?

We believe you saw something.

Now we've got to try to prove it.

How will you do that, sir?

With your help.

Mr. Fellaini, I want to see you.

What's your opinion now, gentlemen?

Well, we went over it several times.

The boys are emphatic in what
they claim to have seen, Colonel.

And Tim, he corroborates what the
other boys say? Yes, sir, he does.

He doesn't have much to say, but he
doesn't disagree with the others.

Colonel, we noticed the NASA material
you have on the bulletin boards in there.

Yes, the space program is a very
important part of our science curriculum.

What are you suggesting,
Major? It's a possibility, Colonel.

The wrong study of the space
program and lively classroom

discussion could help
feed young imaginations.

That could be an explanation?
Partial explanation, Colonel.

We still have that angel hair and
those green hands to deal with.

Too bad some wasn't recovered
before the rain washed it away.

I've got some of it, sir.

What's that, son?

The fuel, whatchamacallit. I've got
some of it, sir. You wanna see it?

I saved it, but you can
ask me if you want it, sir.

What are you playing, Major? I don't
recall ever seeing anything like it.

All the other boys got scared when
their hands turned green from that stuff.

What do you mean, son?

I just knew that's all.

Mr. Delaney, you can go
now. You're dismissed.

Yes, sir.

Sir?

You mind if I join you?

No, it's okay, sir.

Timmy, how did you know that the
angel hair wouldn't hurt anyone?

You trust me, don't you?

Whatever you tell me is just between us.

Nobody else.

Would the colonel have to know about it?

Not unless you want to tell him.

I saw them, up close.

They didn't hurt me, so I knew
they wouldn't hurt anyone else.

Let's go in here. You
can tell me all about it.

Pick your spot.

Where do you want to sit? Okay, good.

Have you told any of the other boys?

No, sir.

Did you have a reason
for not telling them?

Well, they would have said I made it
up, but I didn't. I didn't make it up.

Go on, Tim. Tell me what happened.

Well, all the boys were so
busy playing in that stuff,

I knew it had to be what you said it was.

You mean fuel residue?

Yep, because the spaceship
had this crystallite motor,

all full of lights and everything.

And I knew if the motor looked like that,

it'd have to be the kind
of stuff that had come out.

You know, like smoke in a car.

You got a crystal engine? That's
the kind of stuff that'll come out.

Don't you think?

Go on, son.

Well, anyway, I kept looking over there
towards the school, and I saw this light.

Hello?

Is anybody there?

Do you hear me? Are you friendly?

Let me see you. Come out, please.
Please come out. You're nice, aren't you?

You're not here to hurt anybody.

It's me. It's me.

Ewe!

Ewe!

No, don't go! Please don't go!

Then it went. That dumb
old dog scared it away.

That's quite a story, Tim.

Yes, sir. I never saw anything like it.

I read a lot about flying saucers,

but this is the first time in my
whole life I ever saw a real one.

Your whole life, huh?

Yes, sir. And I bet it's
the first time for you, too.

What's that, son?

The angel hair stuff.

I bet it's the first time you ever
got some real evidence, isn't it?

Well, we don't know for sure yet.

What are you going to do with it?

Well, we'll send it to our
lab, and they'll take a look,

and then they'll send us the report.

Oh.

Anything wrong?

What you said about this just
being between us, you meant it?

Well, I sure did.

Well, Grandpa, I mean the Colonel.

I got a feeling you'd like it a lot better

if I hadn't told you what I just told you.

You know?

Yes, Libby?

I know question number
one. The answer is no.

The lab has not finished their
run on that angel hair stuff.

How much longer will they be, do you know?

Well, they're pretty well booked up,
but I told them this is top priority.

Good. What else?

We just received a call
from one of the astronomers

at Ashcroft Observatory in Wisconsin.

The astronomer's not the
one who made the sighting.

Okay, who did?

A man contacted the astronomer, said
he was attacked by an alien being,

but the man insists on
remaining anonymous.

Did you tell the
astronomer that we do have problems

investigating anything on a hearsay basis?

Sounds like it might turn out to be more
than hearsay. Just a guess, of course.

But the brass are strongly suggesting
that you get over there right away.

Okay, we'll do that.

Do we still have a contract with Ashcroft?

We do. Why?

All right.

Set up an appointment with the
astronomer at the observatory.

What's his name?

Paulson, Dr. Virginia Paulson.

Dr. Paulson?

Yes?

Gatlin and Fitz, Project Blue Gold.

Yes, I was expecting you.

You're right on time, Major. Sergeant?

How are you?

Ma'am? As we understand it, Doctor,

you're not the one who made
the reported observation.

No, no, I wasn't the one.

But you wouldn't think that after
all these years of squinting at stars,

I would have seen something out of
the ordinary, beside my bloodshot eye.

Maybe not. After all,
you're a trained observer.

You know what you're looking at.

Perhaps.

But there have been trained
observers who have made UFO sightings.

Haven't there been, Major?

It's been known to happen.

What is this reported encounter all about?

Well, this man came to us, I
guess because I'm an astronomer.

I never did understand why the general
public relates us to UFOs and aliens.

Well, like the Major
said, you know the territory.

Well, this man said that
if he didn't tell someone,

he was going to go out of his mind.

He had the most incredible story.

He was virtually attacked by some
kind of device from a spaceship.

You know, Dr. Bolson, it's very
difficult for us to conduct any kind

of investigation secondhand
without hearing it from the principal.

Well, I realize that. But he's
terrified of any kind of publicity.

Doctor, if you could
introduce us to this man,

we don't have to assure
you that anything he said

to us would be held in
strictest confidence.

Major?

I don't know why we're
having this discussion, Doctor.

This institute holds a government
contract with Project Blue Book,

and I'm sure you're aware of
our policies as well as we are.

Is that sufficient, Mr. Biggs?

Daryl Biggs?

Major Gatlin? Hello. Sergeant Fitz.

How are you?

I heard what you said. I hope I have
the assurance that I feel is necessary.

You do, Mr. Pigs.

I'd like to take you to the
location where I had this encounter.

Could we go first thing in the morning?

Sure. Where is it?

It's about a two-hour drive from
here, a place called Devil's Lake.

There's one problem.

What's that, Mr. Biggs?

Well, after the two-hour
drive, we run out of road.

Then we go on foot from there.

How far? Well, it's not too
bad. It's about five miles.

All right, do this for me, Libby.

Have one of our chemists check for any
possible manufacturer of that compound.

Right.

We're going to be out of touch
for the rest of the day, then.

Watch out for snakes.

We don't expect to see any.

Then watch out for whatever you do see.

The lab has the angel hair
broken down to identified chemicals.

We're getting somewhere. Well, we
know what the chemical compound is,

but nobody has a hint of any earthly
purpose that it could be used for.

Why is it nothing can be simple?

Careful, Sergeant. You're talking
about our means of making a living.

Man, I thought I left all
this back basic training.

Well, we're here. This is the place.

This is where I saw everything.

Like I told you, I was
hunting with a couple

of buddies from work,
and we got separated.

It started to get dark, and I...

I just kind of lost my
orientation. I don't blame you.

I've been confused ever
since we left the road.

Yeah, I can appreciate that, Sergeant.

One of the reasons they
call this area Devil's Lake

is because of so many
people getting lost up here.

Things are familiar, and
then again, they're not.

I've been hunting in this
area since I was 15 years old.

I hunt with bow and arrow. I
never carry a gun. But you were lost.

Yes, Major, I was.

But like I said, I had enough sense
to stay put and build a campfire.

I was just about to
settle down until morning.

That is, until I heard
this weird, throbbing sound.

Thank you for watching!

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I'll tell you never,
never again in my life do

I ever want to have an
experience like that.

No reading on the scintillator. I
got a soil sample. You doing any good?

Nothing. Sure didn't need this.

No landing impressions,
no indication anything

foreign had been in the area recently.

I got an idea, maybe.

Yeah?

Daniel Institute of Technology. Blue Book
just made a contract with them recently.

Yeah, what's that doctor's name?
Benzinger. Yeah, that's it, Dr. Everett Benzinger.

Right.

He's been doing a lot of work on a new
technique, observational synchronistics.

Institute's here in Wisconsin, isn't it?

That's what made me think of it.

I wonder if Biggs will take an interview.

We don't know that we ask him.

You fellas don't believe me, do you?

You still don't believe any of it
happened? Daryl, our job is to investigate,

stay objective, and try not to reach
any conclusion without solid evidence.

What about the fire?

That's evidence, isn't it? Yes, but
unfortunately, it doesn't prove that much.

We're not denying what you tell us
you experienced, but at the same time,

evidence of that fire doesn't prove it.

Prove it.

That's why I didn't want to report
this. I knew I couldn't prove any of it.

But I saw what I saw, Major.

Sir?

Right over there.

That's my arrowhead.

Must have sheared off
when I fired at that thing.

You sure it's yours?

Oh, yes, sir. That I can prove.

See, I make all my arrowheads by hand.

That's mine.

Look at it.

Just look at it. Look at
the tip there. It's blunted.

That's impossible. How's that, sir?

I make those heads out of highly
tempered solid steel, Sergeant.

They just don't blunt.
I'm sure you men know that.

I don't know of anything on this earth
that could blunt an arrowhead like that.

All right, Mr. Biggs, please be good
enough to tell me exactly what you see.

I see a small light.

What's the light doing?

Well, it's moving. That's all.
Just moving around. All right, Major.

Lights, please.

The next thing you're going to ask is,
how did that light move? Is that it?

That's right.

This light couldn't move
if it had to, could it?

No, it couldn't.

No need for alarm, Mr. Biggs.

You just experienced what we
call an autoconetic illusion.

There are many kinds of
scientific methods for explaining

the inaccuracies of human observation.

Take that diagram on the board here.

Now, would you say that the AB
line is as long as the CD line?

Yes.

I say that the line
between A and B is the exact

same length as the line
between C and D. All right.

Take a close look now.

Measure them.

CD is five inches longer.

We don't always see what
we think we see, Mr. Biggs.

Now, wait a minute. That light
and this diagram on your board does

not convince me that I didn't
see what I saw in that forest.

We're not trying to convince
you of anything, Mr. Biggs.

This is one of those
relatively new areas we try to probe.

And Dr. Bensinger has
done a great amount of

research on the subject of synchronistics,

and we felt that your experience
could be examined in this context,

and it might be helpful
to you as well as us.

Look, I appreciate everything you're
trying to do, but this synchro-whatever,

it doesn't mean a thing to me.

Synchronistics is just one
of our buzzwords, Mr. Biggs.

It's our way of describing the
psychology of an environment.

A person's mind trying to
unite or harmonize something that

really conflicts with what
that person knows to be logical.

And because we can't explain it,

the synchronistics of our observation
coupled with the psychological reaction,

then our brain attempts to
explain it to us in another way,

and not always accurately.

Do you think my brain lied to
me about what I know I saw?

We're not saying
that's the case, Mr. Biggs.

Only a possibility.

I was in that forest.

It was night. I was alone.
I heard a lot of noises.

I saw a lot of things.

But here today, nothing that you've
shown me or said so far convinces

me that I went through some
kind of psychological aberration.

No, I'm sorry, gentlemen.

I know what I saw.

I really do.

And we're not trying
to talk you out of it.

If these methods can't help us provide
an explanation, we'll just keep trying.

We'll keep working on something else.

What about proving that
I saw what I saw, Major?

Yes, sir.

We'll be doing that, too.

Let me know what you find out, gentlemen.

Well, what do you think, Doc?

The tests I gave him show
he's a bright enough man.

Everything he says he
saw could possibly be

explained on the theory of synchronistics.

But not proven. No, Major. Not proven.

Either way, that leaves us with
the one piece of hard evidence.

That steel arrowhead.

What do you mean they
won't release any information?

That's what the man said.

Our lab ran down the prime
chemical compound and traced

it to the safety chemical
company just outside of Tracy, Iowa.

Well, why are they throwing such a
cloak of secrecy over a chemical compound?

They wouldn't tell me, except
to say it was company sensitive.

They won't talk unless
somebody shows up with the proper

Air Force credentials,
and you've got those.

What about the tests on that arrowhead?

They're doing the whole number, Major,

including spectroscopic
analysis and nuclear radiation.

Good.

Get that report to us as soon as possible.

As quick as I get it.

Get your hat, Sergeant.

We're going to have to have a chat with
the president of a manufacturing complex.

See if he'll let us in
on a company secret.

What kind of a secret? I'm not sure, but
it might be the recipe for angel hair.

Welcome back to Waterford Academy, sir.

Thank you, Mr. Brown.

You're welcome, sir.

I think we might have an answer. Will I
like it? We hope so. It's the right one.

What about the angel hair?

Now, watch the screen, gentlemen.

It's called chaff.

That's a C-130 jet prop transport.

The aircraft is engaged
in a military exercise.

Now, this chaff is a newly developed
material proposed for military use.

Well, since it's biodegradable,
it's simply dissolved in the rain.

Just what is chaff, sir? Well,

this particular chaff is
strictly in the experimental stage.

Its intended use is to distort or cloud
radar, and if it should prove successful,

during periods of military conflict,

we could airdrop it to avoid or
confuse resolutions on enemy radar screens.

The manufacturer developed this new
material and arranged for an in-flight test.

Now, on the day of your sighting,

the sun was just above the horizon at
that precise time. So here's what you have.

A highly reflected
aluminum-bodied aircraft carrying four

engines creating that
particular howl-like sound,

peculiar only to jet prop
engines. Now, there's your angel here.

And the brilliance of
the aircraft fuselage and

the oddball sound of
the engines might have

created the illusion
that the boys were seeing

something other than what they really saw.

Now, unfortunately, some
unusual wind shifts...

Due to that approaching
weather front caused a great amount

of it to drift into the
area of your academy here.

Obviously, it was not intended to do so.

Colonel?

Major, I'd bank on it, with a deep
appreciation for your investigative abilities.

Well, men, what do you say?

Do these gentlemen from the Air
Force deserve a big hand from us?

Well done.

Cadets dismissed.

We have a moment alone with Telly.

We didn't do much to help
explain what you saw, did we, Tim?

No, sir.

Well, do you believe what I
said about the angel hair?

Yes, sir, I guess so.

Well, if you accept that,

you really have to say that it wasn't
fuel residue from a spaceship, wouldn't you?

I guess so, sir.

But I saw it, sir. I did. I saw it.

Tim, all of us see a lot of things that
we can't explain. So you know what happens?

Our mind tries to explain it for us.

Our mind tries to explain it, sir?

Well, let's put it this way.

Your mind is a kind of a sponge...

Everything you see, everything you hear,

everything you read gets
soaked up in that sponge.

And you have a lot of books on
spaceships and the NASA program,

even some fiction novels, don't you?

I like to read about that stuff, sir.

I know you do.

And sometimes what happens,
especially when we're young,

when we haven't learned how to
categorize a lot of things that we see,

or when we haven't as yet learned a lot
about the explanation of things, well,

one mistake in observing something can
start building up a whole lot more mistakes.

And all those things that you stored up
in your mind can start coming into play,

and pretty soon, your
imagination gets itself into high gear,

and you see things and dream about
things, things that maybe you want to believe.

So it becomes real, Timmy.

Real because your mind, that
wonderful sponge that you have up there,

He wants to believe in
those kinds of things.

You understand what I'm saying?

I think so, sir.

Why should I see
somebody inside of something

that I never really
saw in the first place?

Why, sir?

For the same reason.

Because you wanted to. And you know, Tim,

the nice thing about what you
saw and what you heard is that

you wanted to see somebody
friendly in that spacecraft.

And if it happens someday, if people from
other planets really do come here, well,

I hope they're kind and friendly,

just like the one you wanted
so badly to see and talk to.

You know what, sir?

I feel a little bit better
than I did a couple minutes ago.

Sir, do you think the other
guys are going to laugh at me?

I don't think so, Tim.

And you know, some of their
imaginations started working overtime, too,

and most of those guys
are older than you are.

They are, aren't they?

Complete attention!

Present arms!

Order arms!

Well, gentlemen, I'm afraid that's the
best thank you that we know how to give.

I don't think we could
ask for better, Carl.

You have a fine group of young men
here, sir. Well, thanks to both of you,

they're just that much better.

If there's ever anything else we
can do... Thank you very much, sir.

Andrew?

Detail dismissed.

Pardon me, sir.

Yes, Mr. Delaney?

Do you think we could go home
next weekend and see Mom and Dad?

I think that is a very good idea, Tim.

And when we get there, do you think
you could remember to call me Grandpa?

Yes, sir. I'll do that, sir.

Right, Patterson, Major. Thank you.

What'd they find?

No question.

That arrowhead struck something
harder than high-tempered steel.

Where does that leave us?

Where it usually does,
with only half an answer.