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- Previously
on "Project Blue Book"...

- I want Project Blue Book

to formally close
the Roswell incident.

- Run!

- You put Blue Book
in that position and they fail,

those guys won't be the only
ones to lose their jobs.

- Somebody left us a message.

Tomorrow at 9:00 a.m.,
I will show the world proof

of what really happened
in Roswell, New Mexico.

- Yeah,
I'm actually calling to cancel.

I'm out of town
for a couple days.

- Don't be gone too long.

I'll miss you.

- There were two
separate crash sites.

Recovered its remains

buried under
a big dead tree on my land.

- What is that?

- Gentlemen,
fire them up and move it out.

I want that crash site
fully contained.

- Sir, yes, sir!

- Sir, what's the situation?

- Something crashed.
- Again?

- Middle of town.

The whole street's on fire.

Move it out.

Let's go.

- Doc?

- Your guess
is as good as mine.

- Let's get some lights
out here and set a perimeter.

50-foot radius,
2-man posts,

and let's sweep
these buildings.

I don't want anyone
near that thing.

Professor,
what do you suggest--

Professor.

Professor!
- It's okay.

I know what this is.
- Doc.

- Stand back.

Stand back.
It's for your own safety.

- Duncan.

- Hello, General.

- Duncan's claimed
responsibility

for the entire stunt,
the letter,

the whole damn thing.
- Here you are, sir.

- To go through all that
trouble and turn himself in

before the deadline
doesn't make any sense.

- Well, he doesn't want it to,
not yet.

He brought you here
for a reason, General.

Whatever he's doing,
he's not done yet.

- Well,
he's in my custody now.

Trust me. He's done.

Duncan Booker.

It's been a while,
hasn't it?

According to this,
you were a troublemaker

back then as well.

- Is that what
the Air Force thinks of me?

- Well, spreading lies,
trying to create a panic,

am I missing something?

- You?

You're missing a lot, General.

Oh, don't get cute
with me now.

- What exactly did he miss?

The reason you created
all this chaos--

I'd like to know.
- Doc.

- General, the public
is going to want to know

what all this was about.

Hearing it allows us a chance
to counter his narratives.

Strategically, it makes sense.

Now, I'm assuming
you have a story to tell.

- Okay, Duncan.
Regale us.

- Well, when you came

to see Judy and I
and asked what we saw,

I thought we were
supposed to tell the truth.

- Sign it.

- Sign it. Fucking sign it!
- Get that out of my face!

I did.
Every detail.

- They'll kill us, Duncan!
Just sign it!

- They're not gonna kill us.
This is all bullshit.

You told me to...

never--
- Repeat that story again.

- And if I did,
there'd be consequences...

when I asked why.

- Sign it!

- Why would I be punished...
- Take her in.

- Just for telling
the world what I saw?

That's when...

Get the hell off of her!

Things took a turn.

You remember that, General?

- You know what I remember?

I remember you signing
a statement

claiming that what you saw
was a weather balloon.

So do me a favor--

Cut the bullshit
'cause every word

out of your mouth
has been a lie.

- You get everyone in D.C.
to sign the same thing?

You were both there,
weren't you?

When the saucers
flew over the Capitol?

See, I saw you on TV
that weekend, and I thought,

"Bastard's doing it again--

ruining more peoples' lives."

Just couldn't
stomach it anymore.

- So that's what this is
about--revenge?

- This is about
getting the truth out there!

If these things really exist...

it's about making sure
more people like me

don't get beat down over it,

'cause the world needs to know
what's really going on.

- We're done here.

- I still have a piece
of the saucer!

Yeah.

I may have made those stunts up
just to get your attention,

but the part
about the evidence,

that's true.

- That's what you want
the world to see

tomorrow morning?

- Unless the general here
goes on TV and tells

the truth about what really
happened here in Roswell.

See, the plan's already
set in motion.

I'm just giving you a chance
to do the right thing here

and come clean.

Either way,
truth is coming out.

- I told you the people
in this town are nuts.

- So what are we
gonna do with him?

- Search his place first.

- What for?
- Oh, I don't know, Professor.

Maybe he's hiding
Santa Claus in the attic.

Look, just go to his house

and report back to me
what you find.

We've only got a few hours
to shut this down.

I want no stone unturned.

Understood?

- ♪ ...home, whiskey

♪ Let me walk out the door

♪ I've got orders
from my baby ♪

- Can you stop that, please?
- What am I doing?

- Your brain is, like,
in overdrive right now.

I can hear
what you're thinking.

The man built
a shrine in his house.

He dumped a flying saucer
in the middle of town.

He is crazy.
- You know what's crazy?

The Air Force
paying people to be quiet,

then beating them up
if they don't.

That's crazy.

- This is our turn.

What are you doing?
Harding gave us an order.

- He can give you an order.
I'm a civilian.

I don't have to listen to him.
- Oh, stop the car.

Doc.

Stop the car.

Great.

Doc.
What are you doing?

- We need to get to the bottom

of what really
happened here tonight.

- Booker just confessed
to faking the whole thing.

- Yeah,
not the crash six years ago.

- Harding already
confirmed it was a cover-up.

You forgetting that?
Project Mogul?

- If you're under orders,
then by all means, go.

I'm not stopping you.

But Stewart's house,
it's just up there,

and I want to check out
his story.

- About aliens?

On his property?

You're not very good at this,
you know--

the whole undercover thing.

Harding is expecting us
at Booker's.

We do not show up--
- It'll take 20 minutes...

if you help.

20 minutes
to know the truth.

- What'd he say, again?

- A dead tree
on the hill near the house.

- Just about done
digging holes, Doc.

- Just keep digging.

- This is ridiculous.

Hang on.

Something there.

Help me out.

- What is that?

You got to be kidding me.

- Jim...

- Tell me you found something
at Booker's house.

Whole lot of nothing.

- Every square inch?

- Ah, we could still
burn it down,

dig through the foundation

if it'll make you feel
any better.

- He turned himself in.

He knew
we would search the house.

- He's screwing with us.

- He's been screwing with us.

- I need to get a hold
of the captain.

- Quinn? Why?
He wasn't there.

At least he wasn't when I left.
Was he supposed to be?

- You're going to wake
the dead.

- Ha ha.
Very funny.

- It is, actually.

Hello.
Sorry for the late hour.

I'm Dr. Allen Hynek.
This is Captain Michael Quinn.

- United States Air Force.

- We have a bit
of an emergency

and need use
of your facilities.

- Um...

someone die?
- Yes.

We're just not sure who.

- Sit, sit, sit, sit, sit, sit,
sit, sit, sit down.

You know, six years ago,
I brought 200 men down here.

We combed through every
square inch of the desert.

We pulled metal out of trees,

under rocks,

places you wouldn't
even think to look.

We even found a horse
that swallowed some.

When we finished,

I had them
start all over again.

So do you really expect me

to believe
that I missed something?

- You'll find out
tomorrow morning.

- You okay?

Hey.

I need you to know
I don't really enjoy this,

but you have to understand
what's at stake here.

So I'm gonna ask you
one more time.

Where is it?

Where is it?

- Okay. I'll tell you.

First, you need
to write me a check.

So this is all about money?

- Mike Connors
got a brand-new car

two days
after he changed his story.

Half of Roswell got checks
just to keep quiet.

I want mine.

- Let him go.

So all this stuff
about trying to embarrass me

or expose the truth--

- You hurt me back then.

Destroyed this town.

- I'm sorry, son.

I truly am.

Let's say I do pay you.

How do I know you're not
gonna try this again?

- I had an idea about that.

Something to...

set your mind at ease.

- Where'd you get this?

- That's classified.

- They're definitely
not human.

- You're sure?

- I'm just a mortician,
not a doctor.

I-I don't really do this.

Tell me again
what this is about.

- Uh, you ever hear
of Project Blue Book?

- That's the Air Force program
to investigate flying saucers.

I don't trust the Air Force.

- Neither do we.
We don't work for them.

We work for you,
the people.

That's why we're here...

to find out
what really happened here

in Roswell six years ago.

- That what all
the commotion's been about?

The checkpoints and whatnot?

- That's right.

Yeah, someone's out there
spreading more lies.

And we're doing whatever we can
to get to the truth.

- I like that.

- You know,
you tell us what you know...

maybe you can be a hero.

- Are these part
of those things...

that flew the ship?

- Flew the ship?

- Yeah.

There were five of them.

- Five of what?

- You know...

Aliens.

- And how do you know that?

- Because the night
of the crash, I got a call.

Hello?

Base was asking if I had
five child-sized coffins

I could deliver to them ASAP.

Ask yourself...

what would
a military base need

with five
child-sized coffins?

Hmm?

- And how did you wind up
on the base that night?

- I double as the ambulance
driver in Roswell.

One of the captains
got into a motorcycle wreck,

needed a transport.

When I got there, the place
was crazy with activity,

like we were under attack
or something.

I asked what was going on.

No one would talk to me.

So I went looking
for someone who would.

Wound up running into a nurse.
She told me...

- You need to leave,
or they'll throw you in jail.

- Copy that, sir!

- And what was
going on in there?

- From what I could see...

It looked like
an alien autopsy.

- I don't know, Doc.

Second-hand account,
six years ago,

and he wasn't even in the room.

- I wasn't in the room
when my son was born,

but I'm pretty sure Mimi
had something to do with it.

You know,
if we can find this nurse

and she confirms his story--

- What--then what?
Go to Harding?

If he really did cover this up,
we can't come to him with this.

- Where have you been?

I gave you an order to
supervise a search of Booker's.

Blackstone said
you didn't even show.

- Yeah, about that, sir--
- I took a wrong turn.

Uh, the roads out here
are so poorly marked,

so it was my fault.

- We're going home.

Booker's changed his story.

He's agreed to make
a public confession

at the local TV station
in a couple of hours.

In exchange,
we won't press charges.

- What?

- We had a talk,
came to an understanding.

And I apologized.

Honestly, I think that's all he
ever wanted from the beginning.

- And he's going on TV?

- We both are.

To make light
of the whole thing,

kind of like
that Orson Welles thing.

The name of the game
is "control the narrative."

Thought you two
would've learned that by now.

- That doesn't
really make sense.

- That's great news, sir.
- Yes, it is, Captain.

The kind worth celebrating.
I'm thinking scotch.

Got a little time before
I have to be at the station.

"Yes, General.
That sounds great."

- I just feel like we've got
more important--

- Yes, General,
that sounds great.

- See you in my office
in 10 minutes.

And a little attitude
adjustment, Professor.

I'm not opening up
a good bottle

if you're gonna be
sour about it.

The "Enola Gay"--

she was based out of Roswell.

Bet you didn't know that,
Professor.

509th bomb squadron.

I arranged to have her shipped

to the Smithsonian
after her service.

History like that
needs to be preserved.

- Over 70,000 Japanese died
in Hiroshima.

Shouldn't that history
be preserved as well?

- We were at war, Professor.

Many more would've died,

Americans and Japanese,
had we not taken

the decisive action to end it.

Oh, well, in that case,

I'm sure it was a painfully
difficult choice to make.

- It was the only way to
protect the world from chaos.

And it requires a special
kind of man to do that...

The kind of man who knows
where the line is drawn

that separates the unthinkable
from the necessary...

the kind of man
that has a job to do

and gets it done.

That's what makes a hero.

To men like that.

To men like us.

- I know there are hard calls
to make, General, but I also...

recognize the way some men

call their inhumanity
necessary.

In my eyes,
that doesn't make a hero.

It makes a coward.

- Maybe lay off
the scotch, Doc.

- Did you
just call me a coward?

- Yes, I suppose I am.

- All right, let's get you--
- You see, because deep down,

that's exactly what you are,
General.

You know it,
and you won't do anything

to try to change it,
so you tell me this.

Between men like us,

how long can you pretend

to believe in something
that you know is not true?

I need to urinate.

- Well, now, there's a man
who cannot handle his liquor.

Sir, permission
to see if he's okay.

- Yeah.

And, uh...

tell Professor Hynek
that tonight is his last night

as a member
of Project Blue Book.

I think I've had quite enough
of that son of a bitch.

- Sir, yes, sir.

What the hell was that?

Do you realize
what you just did?

- Just come on.
We don't have much time.

- Hold on.
You're not drunk.

- Yes.
Undercover, remember?

He'll never suspect
a thing now,

and we both got
out of that performance.

- What, you thought calling
Harding a coward

was a good way
to get us out of the room?

- Yeah.

- He told me
to tell you you're fired.

- Well, I guess I have
nothing to lose now.

Confound it!
- Doc.

Look, just don't try to talk me
out of this now, okay?

I've seen too much,

and 've got to get
to the bottom of this.

- Earlier,
I checked with the guard.

I was just gonna wait
till we're done,

but you had to go
and get all dramatic.

- So you do believe
Duncan's story?

- What I believe in
is finding out the truth.

And we made a pact.

I don't go back on my word.

I'll look
for the duty roster of '47.

You grab a phone book.

We'll cross-reference
in the car.

How many more?

- Four.

- I don't know if we'll have
time for that, Doc.

Harding's due on TV
in under two hours.

- The next one's close by.

Says here she subbed in
the night of the crash.

Her address is...

Oh.

- What is it?
- This nurse...

her last name...

it's different
in the phone book.

- Shit.
- Yeah.

It's about a half a mile
up here on the left.

- Imagine that.

- Looks like
someone's headed out.

- Got here just in time.

- Judy.

- Hey, sorry
for the scare, miss.

That your name?
Judy?

- Yes. Who are you?

- Well,
I'm Captain Michael Quinn.

This is Dr. Allen Hynek.

We're from Project Blue Book.
United States Air Force.

- Uh, maybe
we could talk inside.

- I was just heading out,
so if you could move your car.

- Uh, it's about your husband.

- I don't have a husband.

- That's funny because he said
he wasn't married either.

The military record
only lists your maiden name,

but the phone book--
that had your married one.

Booker, isn't it?

- Hold on.

It's okay.
We're friendlies.

- Wait, where you going?

Hey.

- Give me that back!

- You just assaulted a captain
in the United States Air Force.

- Oh, my God.

- They're real.

- Captain.

- How did she
even get that film?

- Captain.
- Doc, Doc.

That is not just highly
classified government property.

That's--that's--
Do you even realize

what kind of trouble
you're in right now, huh?

Stealing a piece of
sensitive material like that?

T-t-that's worse
than the Rosenbergs.

- Captain.
- It's just--

- This is the final piece.

Where were you going with this
when we pulled up?

TV station?
Right?

This is what Duncan wanted all
along--it's what he planned.

- What are you talking about?

- He was telling us
the truth first time.

He wants revenge.

And he was gonna get it
by showing this to Harding...

on live TV.

Showing it to the world.

- Is that true?

So the station,

they need to be prepared
for something like this.

- Which means
that they are in on it, too.

- What are you
going to do with it?

The film?
- What, what?

The cinematic evidence
of alien fucking life?

I don't know.

How about you tell me

if there's any goddamn bourbon
in the house?

And we'll go from there.
- Did they put it through?

- Yes, sir,
he should be on the line.

- Ah.

What is it with this town?
It's like the gates of hell.

- Are you drunk?

- Oh.

- Jim...

you've got to be on live TV
in less than an hour.

You can't screw this up.

- Look, if I can pull myself
together after ditching a plane

over Guadalcanal
during the war,

I sure as shit can do
a ten-minute interview

on live TV
after a couple of drinks.

- I called the station.

It's patched in nationwide.

I'm just making sure
that you're okay.

That's all.
- You--you...

You're welcome.

- The State Department called.

This got on their radar.

You blow it,
Blue Book goes away.

You go away.

- Look...

I fixed it the last time,
didn't I?

Didn't I?

- Yes, you did.

Yes, you did, Jim.

- Yeah.

Yeah, I did.

- So what do we do?

- Right now she stays here
till we sort this all out.

- Am I under arrest?
- Why, you, uh--you leaving?

- Got to keep an eye on her.

- Unless I'm under arrest,

you can't force me
to stay here.

- Being under arrest would be
a vacation for you right now.

Trust me, you're staying here.

- Oh, no, don't.

What are--what are you planning
on, uh--on doing with this?

- That is Air Force property.

- What, so you're gonna show it
to Harding?

Really?
After all that we've seen?

Look, you do know
what we saw, right,

and what that means
for the world?

- Doc, come on, don't do this.
Give me the film.

Come on.

Okay, um,
I understand.

You know, um, I don't want you
to get in trouble

or to have to put you
in that position.

Have another drink.

Why don't we both
have another drink?

- Sorry.
- Okay.

- General.
- Where'd you go, Captain?

Where is the professor?

- Sir,
I need to speak with you.

In private.
It's urgent.

- Sir, we need to get going.

- This won't take long.
Excuse us.

If you're trying to talk me
into saving his job--

- Was it really a spy balloon
that crashed in '47?

- Oh, for Pete's sake.

- Because I've seen evidence
to the contrary tonight.

- Captain, I'm in no mood.

What is this?

- That's, uh...

You need to see it, sir...

if you haven't already.

And, uh, I might add that,
given what's on there,

I will need to be briefed
at the highest levels.

- Is this a joke?

- General?
- I'm coming.

What the hell is this, Captain?

You know what?

When I get back,
you and I are gonna talk.

Let's go.

- How far did you get?

- All the way.

You know, I really thought,

at the end of the day,
we had each other's backs.

- You were making
a rash decision.

- So, when it comes
down to it,

you'll just do
what you got to do for you,

not us.

- Where's Judy?

Doc...

where's Judy?

- Headed to the TV station.

And the film?

- It was never ours
to begin with.

I just didn't
want to be the one

responsible for hiding
the greatest--

- Phone's not working.

Can't get through
to the TV station.

- You won't make it on time.

- Not if I take the main roads.

I'm not going to.

What are you doing?
- I'm coming with you.

- No, you're not.
- Yes, I am.

- No, you're not.

Damn it!

- General,
nice to see you, sir.

- Pleasure's mine.
Thank you very much.

Uh, so where we doing this?
- Uh, right this way, sir.

We're just getting set up
for you now.

Can we get some makeup
on the general, please?

Come on through, guys.

How are you?

- Uh, well. Thank you, sir.
- Thank you.

- Is she here yet?

- No, we still got time.
We still got time.

Uh, right through here,
gentlemen.

Right through here.

No, no, no, no.

It's like putting
lipstick on a pig.

- Captain.

Michael.

- The least you could do
is not talk right now.

- I'm sorry.

- Well, a lot of good that'll
do me at court martial.

- If this film gets broadcast,
everything changes.

- For better
or for worse?

You have no idea.

You do not know
what's gonna happen.

But someone
is gonna take the fall.

Guess who
they'll be looking at now.

- Yeah, you're right.
I don't know.

And if they do blame you,

I'll say that you had nothing
to do with it.

- Oh, but I did. I did have
something to do with it.

- Yes, so imagine that.
Imagine that.

Imagine a world
with the truth out there

and your name
associated with that.

- There is no one truth, Doc.

Not with anything.

It's just like what
went on here six years ago.

No one's ever gonna know
what really happened.

You know why?

'Cause maybe the world
isn't ready to hear

that aliens exist.

- And this is your camera here.
You can look directly into it.

Duncan, yours is that one.

You don't
have to raise your voices.

The mics up here
will pick everything up.

- Thank you very much.
Just cue me for the countdown.

You want to review
what you're gonna say first?

- Oh, yes.
Thanks.

- Don't worry
if you miss a few words.

I'll make sure
that we stay on track.

- 30 seconds, guys.

- Hey.

Don't be nervous.

- There's her truck.

- Hey.

We may never
get this chance again.

- A man needs to know
where the line is drawn

that separates the unthinkable
from the necessary.

- Ten seconds, everyone.

Nine...

eight...

seven...

six...

five...

- Good evening.

I'm General James Harding

from the United States
Air Force,

and we're here tonight
live in Roswell, New Mexico.

I want to talk
to you people about a rumor

that's been circulating
again...

about a mysterious crash
that's happened here

in the desert of New Mexico.

And I want to tell you,
the people of America,

that it's just a hoax.

And the hoaxer is here
with us this evening.

Duncan, why don't you tell
the good people

about the stunt
that you pulled?

- The stunt--yes, let's talk
about the stunt I pulled.

Six years ago, this man,
General Harding,

came into my house

and threatened to kill
me and my fiancée

if we didn't lie
about what we saw.

He even wrote me a check
earlier today

to make sure I stayed quiet.

That is your signature,
isn't it, General?

- Why would you do this?

- But I won't stay quiet.

Not anymore.

Roll it, Fred.

- You son of a bitch.
What are you doing?

- How you gonna
cover that up, huh,

now that
the whole world's seen it?

- How did you get that?

How did you get that?
Are we still live?

Turn that off.
Turn off that film.

Turns those cameras around.

Turn them around!

You have no idea
what you've just done,

you son of a bitch.

- It's okay, General!

It's okay!

- Professor?

- No one outside
of this room saw anything.

I had the, uh...
switchboard disabled

before any signal
was broadcast.

The film is a fake, sir.

- No one gets in
or out of here, understood?

Everyone needs
to be questioned.

Round them up.

- You, uh...

you overexposed the negative
to wash out any detail,

but it didn't hide the pattern
of the studio lights.

And it does have
a very distinctive pattern.

You'll see the same when
you check back over the film.

The clock there as well.

The film was shot right here...

by Duncan, his wife, Judy,

the help
of the station manager,

and a couple of other actors.

It's over, Duncan.

You may as well come
fully clean now.

- Judy was there that day.

Everything in that film
she saw with her own eyes.

It's still the truth.
- Take him back to the base.

- This doesn't change anything.

You still tried to cover up
the existence of alien life.

- Now!
Get him out of here!

- Yes, sir.
- Don't you touch her.

- You can't do this! Duncan!
- It's the truth! You saw them!

They're real!
The truth has to get out there!

You know it!
You saw them!

You saw them!

- How did you know?

- Captain Quinn
figured out the connection.

He raced here with me
to help stop it,

so he deserves all the credit.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome, sir.

The light grid pattern, huh?

- I'm surprised
you didn't notice it, too.

- Only you
would notice that, Doc.

- Duncan, Judy, Connors--
a lot of people

went through a lot of trouble
to see Harding ruined.

- I know what you're saying.

- What am I saying?

- Why not just let
the film play?

Fake or not,
the attention it would've got,

the press...

Sooner or later,
the truth would've come out.

- Can't expose the truth
by using a lie.

Do that,
we'd be worse than Harding.

- You accepted my invitation.

- I thought I was
under orders, Captain.

You know,
I don't usually move this fast.

- Well...

I'm the one who showed you
where the spare key was.

- Can I...

ask you a serious question?

- Absolutely not.

Allen, you're home.

- I am home.

- Come here.

- How did you know
I needed that?

- How'd it all work out?

- Well, I'll give them credit.

Quality was impressive.

Jim, what you saw in '47...

- It's what the Soviets
wanted us to see, I know.

- They wanted us to panic.
And we didn't.

- But what we found
on that craft--

- Was the sick work
of Dr. Mengele.

What he did
to those children's bodies,

disfiguring them,

making them look inhuman,
was unconscionable.

Jim...
you didn't fall for it then.

Don't fall for it now.

- Of course not.

- And I'll take care of that.

- Put it in the vault
with the rest of them?

- Sure. Maybe in 10 years'
time, we'll release it.

Give the masses
a little more to chew on, huh?

- Hmm.