All language subtitles for Project UFO 2x10 - Sighting 4023 The I-Man Incident

These are unidentified flying objects.

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

Or just what are they?

Tango 1, we have an unknown for
you. No ID, no radio response.

It is now bearing from you
two-niner zero degrees for 40 miles.

Check arm safe and stand by
for target speed and altitude.

Roger, Point Andreas.

Arms safe and standing by.

Yeah, I think it makes sense.

I don't know.

Dan! Seth!

Dan!

Seth! You should have seen what
I've just seen. I can't believe it.

You know I worry, Cindy,
when you're out this late.

It was a spaceship.

You been at the movies on a weeknight?

No, Dad. At the beach.

Let me tell you.

Tomorrow. It's late, Cindy.

Oh, but Dad, it had
funny-looking pipes poking out all over it.

Oh, sis, let me tell it.

Okay, make it fast.

Okay, Dad.

Right after the rain.

It came from around the
point, with its lights flashing.

Cindy, you can see a lot of pretty
strange things during electrical storms.

No, but Dad, it was real. It
stopped right by me, right on the sand.

Oh, it was real, all
right. I know it was real.

Hi, Libby. What do we got?

No social life for one thing
and no sleep for you for another.

A T-38 has been scheduled
the second you're briefed.

Start from the top. California, right?

Right. Possible two
sightings. One at sea, conjectural.

One on the beach, firmly reported.

Here's the sector between
Point Andreas and Dumas Beach.

An F-106 designated Victor Tango
1 scrambled against an unknown

last positioned 70 miles
northwest of Point Andreas radar,

time 0446 Zulu. Two minutes
later, at 2048 hours Pacific time,

Victor Tango 1 disappeared
after merging with an unidentified

object on the Point Andres radar scope.

No more track on the F-106 after that?

Not a sign. There's
some notes on your desk.

The weather up there was
horrible. Heavy precipitation, lightning,

a 400-foot ceiling, high surface winds.

Air search rescue underway at 2254 hours.

Roger.

Okay, the second sighting.
What do we have on that?

Uh...

A sighting, 70 miles south, 4
minutes and 32 seconds later.

Where precisely?

On the beach at Dumas Bay.

A 14-year-old girl alone claims she saw,

and this is a quote from
the sheriff who called in,

a funny-shaped thing landed
near her, made some funny noises,

then cranked up and flew away.

Radar reports the
unknown was slowed to 100

knots just prior to
the merge on the scope.

So if the girl saw the same unknown,

that unknown would have to fly over 800
knots per hour to get to that location.

That's right, but that's not an
inconceivable speed, Mach 1.3.

That doesn't mean the two
sightings are related at this point.

What do we have on the girl?

Only the sheriff's
opinion that Cindy Harper

is an exceptionally
bright and honest child.

Okay.

Who do we contact on the coast?

It's Colonel Bourne out of McClellan, now
set up at rescue headquarters Vandenberg.

Okay, Sergeant, I'll
meet you on the flight line

45. Okay, Captain. See you later. Mm-hmm.

We've been searching for eight hours
now, eight solid hours, and nothing,

not even an oil slick,
not a piece of wreckage.

All right, Lieutenant,
what have we got? Anything

at all? Anything new? Anything good?

I'm afraid not, sir.

Well, what have you covered?

Four complete grids have been
searched, sir. Juliet, Kilo, Lima, Mike.

We have two to go.

India, November. Mm-hmm.

Any repeat?

Yes, sir. Beginning with Kilo.

I agree.

Just make sure that you've got
plenty of eyeballs aboard those aircraft.

I don't want one square
inch of that ocean overlooked.

Understood, sir.

Uh, what about that
young girl up at Dumas Bay?

What's her name again? Cindy Harper, sir.

What does it mean?

Any connection with the missing
aircraft? We don't know, sir.

It's all fiction until we look into it.

Many so-called sightings are.

What are you doing about
finding out? Are you on

top of it? Yes, sir.
We're going there next.

Right now, we'd like to
talk to the radar controller.

Lieutenant.

Yes, sir. See that these men get in
touch with the radar controller soonest.

Yes, sir.

All right, get at it, but stay in touch.

We want to find that pilot.

Yes, sir.

I understand the radar
controller's out at the radar site now.

They were working on the
height finder, sir. Thank you.

Morning, Captain, Sergeant.

I thought you might like to read
the press coverage first thing.

Air Force jet and pilot
vanish in saucer mystery.

Kidnapped by alien beings.

And why is Operation
Blue Book covering it up?

You know, that's close to what's here.

Thank you, Sergeant.

First of all, I want you to
know I never said anything

about any kidnapping to that reporter.

All I told him was the truth.

That the aircraft and the object
seemed to come together and swallow it up.

Hold on a second, Sarge. I want to get
this all down exactly as you recall it.

I've got a tape recorder out in the car.

Okay, Sarge.

Sergeant Anderson and I were on duty.

At 2027 hours, I painted
an object in the northwest,

and I wasn't able to get
an ID because he either

didn't carry a
transponder or it was inoperative,

and I wasn't able to
raise him on the radio.

Since he was an unknown, we had to
scramble Victor Tango 1 out of McClellan.

Point Andreas, this is
Victor Tango 1 out of McClellan.

Victor Tango 1, this is Point
Andreas Control, go. Point Andreas radar,

Victor Tango 1 heading
270, climbing Angels 33.

Victor, Tango 1, Point
Andreas, continue 270.

Stand by for target information.

I hope you've got a hot one for
me. This weather is really bad.

Tango 1, we have an unknown for you.

No ID, no radio response.

It is now bearing from you
two-niner zero degrees for 40 miles.

Check arm safe and stand by
for target speed and altitude.

Roger, Point Andreas.

Arm safe and standing by.

Roger that, Tango 1.
Squawk mode 3, code 1040.

Squawking 1040. How about
getting me some weather

conditions for the northwest tier, over?

Roger that, Tango 1.

The entire area is generally
reporting a 400-foot overcast.

Clouds are layered to 30,000.

Numerous thunderstorms
with tops to 45,000.

And you can expect light to heavy
precip and moderate to severe turbulence.

There's lightning
air-to-air and air-to-ground.

Roger, Andreas. It's really a
wonderful night to go flying.

Victor, Tango 1, target
ground speed is 380 knots.

Standby tangle one. He's slowing.

He's now down to one niner five knots.

Steer two seven eight degrees.

Target is still slowing.

Sarge, I got a problem with this
height finder. I have to go check it out.

Victor Tango 1, I'm in visual
conditions at this time on top.

Turning 278 degrees, angels 3-3.

Target range now 30 miles.

Stand by and be advised that we're
having a minor problem with height finder.

Roger, Juan Andres. I'll stand
by. Have possible radar contact.

Victor Tangle One, do you have
a tally-ho on your bogey? Over.

Negative tally-ho. I have a
radar contact closing fast.

¶¶

Victor Tangle One, Victor
Tangle One, you're starting

to merge on my scope. Advise caution.

I am unable, I repeat, I am unable
to distinguish separation. Over.

Come in, Victor Tangle One. Over.

McClellan Control, I have an emergency.

This is Point Andreas.
Victor Tango-1 on intercept

mission has disappeared from my scope.

Victor Tango 1, do you read me? Over.

Come in, Victor Tango 1. Over.

Naturally, I got on the box right
away. I got the rescue people moving,

but I don't buy this
kidnappers from outer space stuff, sir.

But this was weird, what that
other object seemed to be doing.

What?

Waiting, sir.

It seemed to be waiting on that F-106.

May I show you something, sir?

Here are some skills from the radar
recording camera. It shows exactly what I mean.

I can't disagree with
your reading, Sergeant.

Did Anderson witness any of the
action from the time you went up

to check the height finder and
when the interceptor disappeared?

No, sir.

He didn't come back
until a couple of minutes

after I activated McClellan Air Rescue.

And there was no height finder operative?

No, sir.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you, Sarge.

Cindy, this is Captain Ryan and Sergeant
Fitz from the US Air Force. Hello, Cindy.

Hi.

Hello.

I'm gonna turn this tape recorder on
while you tell us what happened last night.

That way I won't have to trust my memory.

Why don't you sit over here, Cindy?
Now try and think how it all started.

Well, I guess it all happened because I
like to go down to the beach during storms.

¶¶

Cindy, could you draw a
picture of the spaceship for me?

I can try.

Um, I'm not very good at drawing,
but it kind of looked like this.

That's fine, Cindy. That's just fine.

Do you remember what you
played on the conch shell?

Sure. It wasn't very complicated.

Do you have your shell here?

Mm-hmm.

Will you play it for us, Cindy?

Gentlemen, I hope you won't
have to be seeing Cindy again.

Her mother died two years ago. It's kind
of hard to keep Cindy on an even keel.

She's so active.

Anyway, call me first if
you do have to come back.

Certainly, sir.

Thank you, Mr. Harper.

Thank you, sir.

Well, that's over.

I was proud of my girl.

But now I want you to
concentrate on your schoolwork.

Forget about last night.

But I won't forget, Daddy.

Hmm. Hmm.

Hmm.

It's so obvious we missed it.

A simple Morse code. We've been
analyzing chemical codes and radio call letters.

Dot, dot.

I. Dash, dash.

M. Dot, dash.

A dash dot N. Iman.

Iman?

Iman.

Hey, that rings a mighty loud bell.

What?

Ever hear of an astronomer named Laszlo?

Well, sure. What's that have to do
with it? Here it is. Now, this, uh,

he took a very wild shot 15 years ago.

I ran into it a year or so ago in one
of the Astronomy Society bulletins,

and it was called Project Iman. I-M-A-N.

Let me kind of read this
over and get it straight.

Well, come on, give, give. 1,420
megahertz, directed beam, Tau Ceti. Tau Ceti.

Professor Laszlo radio broadcasts
Morse code for the letters I-M-A-N

on a frequency of 1420 megahertz
directed to the star Tau Ceti,

where there's the barest chance
of planets and intelligent life.

What we're fooling around with
is the possibility that Cindy,

a girl walking on a beach,
received a reply to Laszlo's message?

Could be.

What do you say we get in
touch with Laszlo, Captain?

Hmm?

Oh, yeah.

First I have to deal with
Cindy's father. Heavy stuff.

Mr. Harper, this is Captain Ben Ryan.

No, we haven't finished our work yet, sir.

As a matter of fact,
those dot-dash signals

that Cindy reported may be very important,

and we want to talk to her again.

I think you should know
just how important, sir.

Could I send Sergeant Fitz to pick you up?

Thank you, sir. Goodbye.

Now, of these nearby local stars, a
couple could have planets that might,

just might, have intelligent
beings living there, Mr. Harper.

Tau Ceti and Epsilon
Eridani are their names.

Now, Laszlo figured if we're
looking for life on our own planets,

why not look for life on
planets of nearby stars?

So he picked Tau Ceti, the
G-type star. It's like our own sun.

And he sent out a sample signal.

A clever signal.

In Morse code, the
letters I-M-A-N come out

symmetrical and
arithmetically progressive.

Dot, dot, I. Dash, dash, M. Dot, dash, A.

Dash, dot, N. Dot, dot, dash,
dash, dot, dash, dash, dot.

It's got design.

What made this Lazo think his message
would get through or find a listener?

He picked a transmission
frequency of 1,420 megahertz.

Now, below 1,000
megahertz is almost impenetrable

space static
interference, a galactic noise.

And 10,000 megahertz or more won't
penetrate the Earth's atmosphere.

Why is it exactly 1420 ideal?

It's the radiation frequency
of neutral atomic hydrogen.

Therefore, offering a frequency of
least interference, least noise.

If I follow, then if we
listen in that frequency area,

It would appear to be natural that
others out there would do the same.

Correct. So if anyone as
advanced as we are, or more,

were living on a
planetary companion of Tau Ceti,

their radio astronomers
would most likely be listening

on the frequency that
Laszlo sent his signal.

That's a very exciting possibility.

I'd hoped you'd think so.

How far away is this
star? 10.8 light years.

Some 66 trillion miles.

Well, Captain Ryan,
doesn't that blow the whole

speculation into a cocked hat? 10 years?

What allows those Morse codes to
get there at the speed of light?

Ten years getting back to Earth,
20 years or so round trip, Captain.

As you said, Laszlo
broadcast only 15 years ago.

But remember, Cindy said she saw
an umbrella antenna on that UFO.

Now suppose that an
extraterrestrial spacecraft somewhere between

our solar system and Tau Ceti
intercepted Laszlo's transmission.

It's pretty far-fetched, Captain Ryan.

Uh-huh.

But in our business, Mr. Harper, it's a
waste of time to pursue the negative.

We grab at straws, any time, any place.

No matter what people say or print.

Is that what you're worried about?

Cindy and the papers?

Of course.

Cindy interviewed by you men?

Laszlo?

Others?

Another thing, how could
she possibly know anything

about I-Man, Laszlo,
all of it? We don't know.

And we want to find out.

We must.

It's one of those straws, Mr.
Harper, and we need your permission.

That's why we've gone
through all this with you.

I don't know.

Let me add something else.

We don't know if there's any
connection between the two sightings,

Cindy's and whatever the missing
pilot was trying to intercept,

but we want to be absolutely sure.

I still want to think about it.

What kind of a man is this Laszlo?

He's a pretty crusty old bird.

Thank you.

Good day, gentlemen. Goodbye,
sir. Thank you very much for coming.

Captain Ryan.

Yes, sir.

Of course, sir.

We'll be there at 0800 hours, sir.

Yes, sir.

Goodbye, sir.

Okay, gentlemen.

Due to the passage of time
and the exhaustive search,

I've got to conclude
that an interceptor man and

machine have
disappeared without explanation.

Can you add or subtract
anything from that, Captain Ryan?

No, sir.

But the sighting to the south of the
event is still under investigation.

Captain, I'm willing to open my
mind to anything at this point.

As you know, any scenario, repeat
any scenario, is worth examining.

Now...

In view of the fact that a little
girl claims to have seen a peculiar

flying object within five
minutes of the F-106 disappearance,

perhaps we should
consider hostile destruction?

There are other bizarre possibilities.

I don't think so, sir.

And before consideration
of a mid-air collision,

you have to take into
account the range resolution

capacity of the Point Andreas radar.

I mean, every intercept mission is
by definition a collision course,

but it great ranges from the
radar, as in this intercept mission.

The Andrius primary scope's
limitations would paint a merge,

even though in actuality
the fighter and the target

bogey were several hundred yards apart.

Affirmative, but where's this leading?

Well...

We don't know if that pilot
ever saw anything by eyeball. Now,

he never reported the lock
on, only a radar target.

His last transmission tells us that.

Now, you recall, we never had
an altitude readout on that

bogey from Andreas due to
the height finder malfunction.

Now, you add in the severe weather,

the heavy precipitation interference
with the ground radar at that distance,

and an experienced pilot
flying a proven all-weather

weapon system who
showed no signs of panic.

Well, sir, it all boils down to a
catastrophic mechanical failure.

Mix in a violent ocean,
all traces quickly erased.

Yes, sir.

Meanwhile, we keep on looking.

Colonel Bourne.

Yeah, he's here right
now. It's for you, Ryan.

Thank you, sir.

Ryan here.

Sam Harper, Captain.

And the reason for my
call is that I don't think

Cindy should be made to
tell her story again.

Did you ever hear the really final ending
to the tale about the boy who cried wolf?

He was never believed again.

Went through his whole
life as a notorious liar.

And that could happen to Cindy.

Mr. Harper, the boy in that story was at
the mercy of a crowd of village idiots.

Now, I'm a professional who's nursed
over 200 people through their stories,

and no one has been hurt.

Now, please, let me bring Professor
Laszlo to Cindy's beach this afternoon.

There's no risk, sir.
Trust me. All right, Captain.

This afternoon, then.

About three.

Thank you, sir.

Let me tell you what Isaac Newton
said once. You know who he was.

He worked out three laws of mechanics
that led to his own law of gravitation.

It's just called Newton's law nowadays.

And he was the first man to
figure out all the colors

that are hidden in plain old white light.

Ultraviolet to infrared.

And after he did all that, and more,

let me tell you what he
said when he was an old man.

He said to myself, I seem to have
been like a boy playing on the seashore,

amusing myself, and now
and then finding a...

Smoother stone or a
prettier shell than ordinary.

Well, the great undiscovered
ocean of truth lay all around me.

You see, the point is that even when he
was 80, he still felt the way you do now.

I mean, we're all a little frightened
when it comes to the unknown. I am.

You are.

You?

Well, sure. Here I am looking into
UFOs, and I worry about what I do, my job.

I worry about making a mistake. I worry
about misunderstanding what people tell me.

I just...

Tell the truth as I see it.

That's all you have to do today.

Okay, I'll be real cool.

Now, I'm going to be asking you specific
questions from time to time, Miss Harper.

And I expect specific
answers. No more, no less. Yeah?

Yes, sir.

Begin your story.

Well, when I first saw
it, right over there.

Just a bundle of wires and
things going on and going off.

Then, when it got opposite where I was
standing, it stopped just beyond the waves.

How fast did it fly?

Oh, before it stopped? Oh, very fast.

Then it hovered.

Hovered?

Stood still in the air.

Yes, sir.

And then it stopped flashing its lights
and came up on the beach. Describe it.

I don't even think I was breathing.

How big was it?

I thought it was going
to reach out and get me.

And it had gadgets and
pipes poking out all over it.

And I wanted to touch it to
see if it really was real.

You weren't sure it was real, huh?

Oh, well, sure I was sure.

And then it started sparking and spitting.

In a regular pattern, that's important.

Yes, sir.

Over and over.

What was that pattern?

Dit-dit, dah-dah, dit-dah, dah-dit.

Are you sure?

Not dah-dah, dit-dit?

No.

No, just what I told you.

Those specific flashes?

Like a power line when it breaks.

Did it have legs?

Let me think.

Come on, answer me. Did it have legs?

Answer me!

Take it easy, Professor.

All right.

You reported an antenna
on that object, yeah?

You mean... I mean an antenna!

Long arms.

A grid-like wire structure.

Well, I... Now, I ask
you, did the UFO fly fast?

Did it have legs?

Tell me.

Describe it to me. What
was that signal again?

Tell me. I've already told
you. Answer me. Tell me.

Stop it. Answer me. Stop it. Stop it.

That's enough.

I know what I saw. And
I know what I heard.

And I could care less what you think.

Leave me alone!

Please, Daddy.

Just like old man Newton.

I found a pebble.

And nobody else has to see it
for all I care. Because I saw it.

That was a completely insensitive
performance, but I do know why you did it.

I couldn't beat down her
story, much as I tried, could I?

Well, I found out
exactly what I needed to know.

That's why I'm here
today, and that's what counts.

Me and that signal. You believe Cindy?

Of course.

What's your conclusion? Well,

it won't be of much use to you because
Miss Harper's UFO could have been some fool

who had built an odd helicopter in his
garage and went around scaring children.

Or telekinesis
combined with auto-hypnosis.

Or my signal to a star has
been answered by a spacecraft.