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Previously on "Project Blue Book"...

Cigar shaped craft nearly
takes out an airplane.

The military is hiding the truth.

The government is involved
in a massive conspiracy

to cover up the the evidence
of visitors from other worlds.

When we try to expose the truth,

that makes us enemies of the state.

But what does the FBI want
with civilian UFO groups?

They think we're dangerous.

I don't usually move this fast.

I want Project Blue
Book to formally close

the Roswell incident.

Closing Roswell means reopening it.

You put Blue Book in that position

and they fail, those guys won't be

the only ones to lose their jobs.

How long can you pretend
to believe in something

that you know is not true?

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Sergeant, help!

Help me!

Willingham, is that you?

He's been out here for 12 hours.

- They took him...
- Sergeant Willingham.

The aliens took him.

Its size and its appearance,

this thing came from outer space.

I even have reason to believe

that there's some form of life in it.

You think they're recreating
the Missouri crash?

Mm-mm. The saucer's the wrong shape.

This looks like the
Helena encounter to me.

But that was a hoax.

What do you think the
Missouri incident was?

But there were 12 witnesses, Allen.

You think they were all lying?

- What?
- You.

You really know your stuff.

Well, I am typing up all
your research, Professor.

No, this goes beyond my research.

This is your UFO group, yes?

Mm.

Well, you seem to be really enjoying it.

It's been really good for me.

And honestly, with
everything we've been through,

I think...

I'm just looking for answers.

We both are.

I'm worried, though.

About you.

You've seen how far
the government will go

to keep their secrets.

If they wanted to,

they could ruin you.

I know the risks, I do,

but if I don't do this,

you know, who will?

Even if it was in one piece,

would anyone still walk around
after a concussion like that?

You hate this.

Well, no, I wouldn't say that.

Loathe might be a better word.

Let's just go home.

Hello? Vicki?

Mrs. Hynek, I'm so sorry.

I didn't know what to do.

- Why, what's wrong?
- Is Joel okay?

Um...

Oh, General.

Doctor, Mrs. Hynek.

So sorry to show up
unannounced like this.

It's probably best we talk in private.

Sure, uh, maybe...

- Of course, Vicki, would you?
- Yeah.

We had an incident near
Nellis Air Force Base.

Nevada. Place called Groom Lake.

Couple of our guys, they
seem to have sighted a craft.

One of them is still missing,
but there's a wrinkle.

It happened on part of
the base run by the CIA.

The who?

It's a fairly new agency.

Probably why you never heard of 'em.

Truman put them together after the war.

Mostly just to collect intel,
but my experience of them

is that they think
they're more than that.

Yeah, we fight over the same turf now.

But we still have to play nice.

Especially now with a new
administration coming in.

We make waves, Eisenhower can just say

he doesn't need Blue Book any more.

Yeah, I'm sorry, but are we to believe

that someone has been abducted?

Is that what I'm hearing?

No, what you're hearing
is I need you two

to close this case quickly and cleanly.

- Is that understood?
- Yes, sir.

Pack your bags if you need to.

Wheels up in an hour. You
can sleep on the plane.

Gotta borrow him again, Mrs. Hynek.

Duty calls.

Thank you for your hospitality, ma'am.

Someone supposed to meet us here?

I don't even know where here is.

♪ You ain't nothing but a hound dog ♪

♪ Been snoopin' round my door ♪

♪ You can wag your tail ♪

♪ But I ain't gonna feed you no more ♪

♪ You told me you was high class ♪

♪ But I could see through that ♪

Sorry, guys, I always
underestimate that drive.

Ah, Dr. Hynek, yes?

Pleasure.

Which makes you Captain Michael Quinn.

Look, we're very excited
to have you both here.

We're supposed to be meeting

someone from Central Intelligence.

Daniel Banks?

Just call me Dan.

Come on, we're burning daylight.

You know, read a lot of your case work.

Very provocative but very thorough.

Lubbock especially was...

How have you read our case files?

A big part of the CIA's job

is about gathering intel, Captain.

Are we headed for Nellis?

Nah, Nellis is that way, toward Vegas.

You guys ever been? Oh, you gotta go.

It's like the Wild Wild West over there.

The gambling, the girls... girls.

Oh, you're married, I'm sorry.

Oh, no, no, we've talked about going.

Well, when you do, take her
to see Sinatra at the Sands.

Yeah, you'll feel like teenagers in love

all over again.

You more of a Mel
Tormé fan, I'm guessing.

No, haven't interacted
much with the agency.

Just tryin' to get my read, that's all.

You mean you're wondering
how a guy like me got the job.

See, Central Intelligence is all about

staying off the radar,
operating in the shadows.

I look like you, I'm what people expect.

So boss is smart enough to realize that,

mix things up a bit.

The truth, though, I was
the smartest man for the job.

So if we're not headed to
Nellis, where are we going?

This swath of desert here,
they call it Groom Lake.

Army, Air Force, Navy, they
all have facilities here.

What, we outta gas?

Nope, just need to knock to enter

the CIA's little neck of the woods.

12-4-84 requesting permission

to bring in my guests for dinner.

12-4-84, you are cleared for entry.

Copy that.

Congratulations,
gentlemen, you have arrived.

Arrived where? I don't
see a base anywhere.

This is just the outer perimeter.

Without my clearance, you'd be shot.

Welcome to Area 51.

_

CIA initially wanted
to handle this internally,

but when I heard the sergeant's story,

I said, "No way. We need the experts".

That's you guys.

What exactly goes on here at Area 51?

Well, there's the cover story
or the disinformation campaign.

- I'm not following.
- He's saying it's classified.

I'm sure the
captain's heard a few rumors.

Experimental weapons and aircraft.

Boys playing with toys, basically.

Boys with toys.

Yeah, something like that.

So this Sergeant Willingham?

A good man, according to his CO.

After he reported Miller missing,

we sent out some of our guys,

and they found Willingham
wandering about 5 klicks north.

Had no idea where he was.

And this talk about aliens?

Hasn't changed his story one bit.

Well, wandering around in the desert,

heatstroke can cause hallucinations.

That's the thing, the
doctors who examined him

said all fluids were normal.

Didn't even have a sunburn.

Still no sign of the corporal?

We had spotter planes flying
that grid since yesterday.

Nothing.

Ah, you have it?

I thought I said bring the good stuff.

That's okay, this'll do. Thank you.

Liquid lunch?

That's not how I roll, Captain.

Sergeant.

This is Captain Quinn and Dr. Hynek.

Project Blue Book.

You came.

Is that, uh...

But just one glass, all right?

Like I said.

Thank you.

He's the only one who
didn't think I was crazy.

Just, my nerves have been
like this ever since...

It's okay, it's all
right, it's all right.

You're in good hands now, okay?

This is their specialty.

Just tell them what you told me.

What you remember.

Sure.

Miller and I were
tasked to sector bravo.

It's everywhere, see?

Miller was goofing around like always.

Think you're funny, huh?

No, sir, I think it's crazy

we're out here in the first place.

Looking for scraps of
metal from a missile

that blew up two miles that way.

We'd been out there all
day in 100-degree heat.

Miller was getting on my nerves.

You go find something,

then I'll give you a drink, Corporal.

I don't know how long it was after,

maybe a minute, maybe more.

I lost track of time.

And then, um...

then this wind came out of nowhere.

Felt almost electric.

Help!

Then I heard him again.

Sergeant!

You better not be messing with me again.

- He was screaming.
- Help!

I ran up to the top of the ridge.

Help me!

I looked up and, uh...

the... a ship appeared in front of me.

Oh, my God!

Miller was sucked up inside.

Help!

And then, um, I don't
remember anything after that.

You ever hear anything like that before?

Well, we've heard all kinds of stories.

But nothing like this.

They're gonna section-8 the poor bastard

if he keeps talking like that.

Thing is, I believe him.

Well, I mean, it's clear to me

that he certainly believes
he had some kind of encounter.

You're thinking we
should all go out there.

We've had our guys combing
that desert nonstop.

No, no, no, no, we need
to go with the sergeant.

I mean, sometimes, you
know, revisiting the scene

can help trigger a memory.

Smart.

We'll just need to get
you guys cleared first.

For what, the desert?

See, this whole place operates

on a compartmentalized
information protocol.

Means no one goes anywhere
without authorization.

How 'bout the john?

Ah, we have snipers in there too.

What do you know about Groom Lake?

Terry Milton takes
this photo of a UFO...

- You just say Groom Lake?
- You know it?

Of course I know it. I'm just
impressed that you do.

I heard about a sighting there.

From your husband?

From my research.

Oh. That's not surprising.

Get a decent view of the base,

you can catch a UFO show every night.

And what about abductions?

No, it's not like that.

These UFOs, they're friendlies.

"Friendlies"?

You know that craft
they recovered in '47?

Mm-hmm, Roswell.

Well, it didn't stay there long.

They sent that thing to Groom Lake,

and that is where they
reverse-engineered it

to make our very own flying saucers.

So that's what people
are seeing in the sky?

Mimi, these days,

you never know what the
government is capable of.

Besides, if you're gonna hide a UFO,

where better than the
middle of the desert?

Soldiers were sent out
here to gather debris.

Lot of desert out here.

Lot of places for a
soldier to go missing.

Well, you've seen our security, Captain.

Soldiers don't just go missing.

Any of this look familiar?

I'm sorry.

Well, all looks the same to me too.

Well, it's not all about
what you see, Captain.

Memories are a combination

of cognitive, sensory,
and emotional elements

all working in tandem, so you never know

what may trigger a memory trace.

That's Dr. Lashley, right? On engrams?

Yeah, you familiar with his work?

Neuroscience is a bit
of a hobby of mine.

I know, handsome and well-read.

Something to shoot for, Captain.

Over here.

What is it, Sergeant?

Not sure. It's more of a feeling.

Yeah, well, take your time.

You know, keep walking around.

Just don't wander off too far.

Any chance our corporal
took an unscheduled leave?

What, AWOL? No, not likely.

Only way out's beyond that ridge,

and that's a big no-no.

Another classified operation?

Of the highest order.

- I'm talking shoot on sight.
- Who's doing the shooting?

Sergeant!

Oh, you gotta be kidding me.

Hey, what's he doing?

Remembering.

- Sergeant!
- Hey, wait, wait, wait!

- Sergeant!
- Hold up!

- Down here!
- What the hell's he doing?

It's down here! Hurry!

I found it! I found it!

It's over here!

Help me. Help me.

What is it?

There's something underneath here.

Is it rock?

It's not rock. It's glass.

What are we looking at here?

The site of the abduction.

You know, sand doesn't
melt into glass unless

the temperature is
3,000 degrees Fahrenheit.

I've seen glass formations like this

under a missile launch.

It came from that ship, I'm telling you.

Okay, look, we're in
restricted territory here,

and someone will notice.

Someone already did.

Maybe they know what happened here.

If they do, they're not
gonna tell us, Captain.

We gotta get back to the Jeep.

Now.

Captain, let's go.

Forgive me, Father, I have sinned.

It's been, uh...

Actually, Father, I don't
even know why I'm here.

Something's weighing heavy on your mind.

Something about your faith.

What if, uh...

What if I told you we
weren't alone in the universe?

I'd say you're right.

No, that's, uh...

That's not what I'm
talking about, Father.

The universe is a...

It's a pretty big place, Father.

You know, the possibilities
of other life out there...

How can there not be?

I'm not sure I follow.

If man is made in God's image...

How do you explain other beings?

If they exist, then I-I can't explain

why God would show me
the things I've seen.

You should get you some rest.

I'll let you know if we
need anything else, okay?

Hey, Banks,

part of what goes on here
is experimental aircraft.

And you know the deal. It's classified.

Yeah, and we got a missing
Air Force officer...

- I'm aware.
- On your territory.

So if there's something here
that can explain what happened,

we need to see it.

Yeah, and I show you top secret aircraft

without clearance, we all get sent home.

You understand.

Course.

You just seemed like someone

willing to bend the
rules to get to the truth.

He always like this?

Depends if he likes you or not.

I'll bend them, not break.

Then I'll deny it ever happened.

I don't want anything you see here

ending up in the files
of Project Blue Book.

This is "The Flying
Wing", for obvious reasons.

That's the "Stogie" X-15,
goes Mach 3 on a bad day.

And the "Tailsitter".

Bet you've never seen
anything like that before.

There's no weapons systems.

There's no need.

CIA's all about espionage,
not engagement.

So what happens when the Soviets

spot your boys on their radar?

That's the whole point. They don't.

This is how we end the Cold War.

Or start World War III.

Thank you, Father.

I went through this whole thing

while you were in there.

You following me now?

No, just making sure.

I remember what it was like
after Roswell the first time.

Didn't want you putting another foot

over the ledge again.

I'm fine, Hugh.

I'm fine.

Captain.

"Flying Wing".

This underside remind you of anything?

It's the exact formation
of the Lubbock Lights.

And that "Stogie".

Tell me that's not identical
to what they described

in the Chiles-Whitted sighting.

These are all top-secret craft.

If you're not CIA...

Then every one of these crafts is a UFO.

Doc, these planes might not just explain

Willingham's sighting.

They could explain every sighting.

CIA currently has Blue Book

investigating a case at Area 51.

Well, if the CIA wants a piece

of the UFO program, good luck.

The Eisenhower
administration ain't that big.

I'm thinking they're
trying to force a choice.

Who's gonna be teacher's
pet, us or them?

Why don't we make that choice for Ike?

You know, I was hoping
we'd have our answer,

but based on what I can see,

there's no craft here with
a downward facing engine

capable of turning desert into glass.

You think Daniel's hiding something?

I think he's showing us
what he wants us to see.

Yeah, then why invite
us in the first place?

Well, to do what he
just did, clear the CIA.

Otherwise he's on the hook for
a missing Air Force soldier.

My guess, we never find Miller.

Captain.

What's going on?

What the hell happened here?

This is Dr. Montgomery,
presiding coroner

at the operating facility 0-5-1.

Let the medical record show this will be

the initial internal
exam of Corporal Miller.

The subject's eyes have been removed...

As has the tongue.

And there looks to be
an incision of some sort.

Precise, under the chin,

and extending back to
the esophagus and larynx.

What the hell did this?

Sternum has been removed

to expose the inner cavity.

One lung missing,

the heart, the stomach.

All the arteries that were cut,

they've been cauterized closed.

I can't explain how.

You say you found him in a tree?

Yeah, um...

couldn't something like a...

you know, like a mountain
lion have dragged him up there?

No animal did this.

It was something put him up there.

Or maybe he was dropped from above.

I want everybody out.

Excuse me, what the hell is this?

We're laying claim to Corporal Miller.

Under whose jurisdiction?

The United States Air Force.

- Is there a problem?
- Yes, there is, actually.

Colonel, I'm Captain Michael Quinn.

U.S. Air Force liaison...

Project Blue Book. I'm aware.

Well, this no longer concerns you.

No! What are you doing?

It wasn't me!

Colonel, we need to finish this autopsy.

You're making a mistake. They set me up.

Sergeant.

They're saying that I made it up,

that I killed him.

You know the truth.

You're the only one that can help me.

Where are you taking this man?

Tell them! Please, tell them!

Tell them what you saw!

Tell them!

I was wrong about the Roswell wreckage.

I thought they sent it to Groom Lake,

but they didn't.

Read that.

"When they were done staging
the photos for the press,

the Air Force had the debris shipped

from Fort Worth... to Ohio".

Mm-hmm.

"To Wright"... if this is true, then...

Our own backyard. I know.

So what do you do with that?

I can't do anything, but you could.

Evan, I'm happy to pass along
this information to my husband,

but you need to understand
that's the only way this works.

Who said anything about your husband?

You've been to the base before.

If you went there again and got proof...

Remember what we talked about?

I'm sorry.

I think you have the
wrong impression of me.

Doing something like that,
that... that's not who I am.

You sure about that?

So what exactly would I be looking for?

Air Force is charging
Willingham with murder.

How can that be?

There's no way Willingham did

what we saw in that autopsy room.

Look, I told the Colonel the same thing

with more colorful language.

We need to talk to him.

That's not gonna happen.

The colonel told me you've
both been ordered back to Ohio.

What?

No, we're not done here.

Who do I need to talk to?

Hey, remember what Valentine said.

If we're done, we're done.

He begged for my help as
they were dragging him away.

We'll have better luck
fighting this back home.

Hey, hey, I'm sorry.
I don't wanna interrupt.

I'm sorry, but I wish
there's more I could do here.

But I imagine this
happens a lot for you two.

Look, in the future, if there's
ever anything I can do to help,

I'm on your side.

Jeep's outside waiting to take you back.

All right.

Doc, where you going?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

What are you doing?

Unless we can present
an alternate theory,

an innocent man's life
is about to be ruined.

Beyond the ridge where we were
earlier, that's where I'm going.

Where they shoot on sight?

Military Jeep... we'll
look like friendlies,

if they even see us.

Now or never, Captain.

Hey! Hey, hey!

I figure we've got about 20 minutes

before they conduct an aerial search.

- We're gonna have to...
- Whoa, did you see that?

Let's check it out.

Whoa.

Kill the lights.

What is that?

I don't know.

Looks good. Go ahead. Bring it up.

Got it?

Are those coyotes?

What are they doing?

Give me that.

What does that look like to you?

That looks like the
same surgical dissection

that happened to Miller.

Willingham didn't do that.

We're gonna find out who did.

All right, follow that truck.

And don't get too close.

Don't wanna tip them off.

Where are you going, truck?

They can't drive over that thing.

Why not just go around?

You've gotta be fucking kidding me.

A hangar inside a mountain?

How do you even engineer that?

Why would you engineer that?

I wonder what it's for.

Well, to keep secret work hidden.

You think Daniel knows about this?

I think what we saw back there

at the base was just a cover.

This is the real Area 51.

Where you going?

I have a camera in my briefcase.

Doc, wait.

Doc, get down. Something's happening.

Come on. Get the shot.

Let's get the hell out of here, Doc.

Quick.

Shit.

They see us?

We're not sticking
around to see if they did.

Wait, I have to get the camera.

- Leave it.
- We need proof.

None of this matters if we're caught.

Okay, we're getting out of here.

Come on.

You do realize what we just saw.

A base in the side of a mountain.

No, no, no, no, the coyotes,
you said so yourself.

Looks just like what happened to Miller.

That means Willingham is innocent.

"Your Honor, I'd like
to call to the stand

the men in hazmat suits who disappeared

in the side of a mountain
with an electrical storm".

An innocent man has just
been charged with murder!

You know, we have to do something.

Yes, we get the hell out of here first.

Already gonna be in deep
shit as soon as we get...

Captain!

Ah, great, hold on.

They've definitely spotted us.

They're getting closer!

Step on it.

That's not helping, Doc.

Captain!

Captain!

What the hell?

That's no truck.

What was that?

Whatever it was, it's gone.

We have to get back to the base.

There it is again! Turn around!

Ah!

It's circling around!

Watch out!

Captain, it's coming straight for us!

Duck!

You gotta be kidding me. Come on.

Come on.

Where'd it go?

Our own backyard.

Mimi, if you got proof...

Sorry to interrupt.

Oh, you didn't interrupt.

I was just taking a little break.

Trying to decipher Allen's
notes can be a little...

- Exhausting?
- Mm-hmm.

Well, I was just about
to lock up for the day.

Right, um, I didn't realize
it had gotten so late.

You're welcome to come back
and finish when you need.

Thanks, Faye.

I was just wondering.

I noticed some of the hangars out there.

They seem to be unmarked.

Do you know why that is?

I'm sorry. I'm not at liberty to say.

Right, it's classified, of course.

It just... it seems a
little strange, doesn't it?

That kind of secrecy on a military base?

Captain.

Hey, Captain.

Where are we?

A military truck.

What the hell happened to us?

You can't remember either?

The last thing I remember
is taking off in that Jeep.

Me too.

12 hours ago.

Here they are.

Feet. Step out, please.

Captain, are we speaking
different languages?

- General.
- What part of "return to Ohio"

did you not understand?

- Sir, we were headed back...
- It was my fault.

I took off in a Jeep.

The captain, he... he tried
to... he tried to stop me.

I already lost a man out here!

And then I get a call
that two more are missing.

What the hell are you doing?

Well, they're not being honest with you.

I asked them to survey some
anomalous celestial activity,

something the agency has
been requesting funding for.

So I was out of line.

Should have authorized with you first.

My apologies.

But they were a big help.

I want you two on the
next flight out of here.

- Do you understand me?
- Yes, sir.

We'd like to reopen the case

into Sergeant Willingham's encounter.

Willingham confessed.

He... he did what?

Confessed to murder?

I want you two to listen to me,

and listen to me very carefully.

Corporal Miller's murder was a tragedy,

and we are not gonna trivialize
that young man's death

with talk of flying fucking saucers.

You understand me?

Now you will go home, and
I will clean up this shit

because you can't.

Dismissed.

He told me about the confession

as soon as he arrived.

Lyin' sack of shit.

Why would you cover for us like that?

'Cause I'm just like you, Captain.

Both of you.

I think when people try to cover up

what's really going on in
this world, we all suffer.

We went beyond the ridge.

There's another base inside a mountain.

What is all that?

I've never been. I don't know.

What do you mean you've never been?

- Isn't that part of the CI...
- Anything beyond the ridge,

that belongs to the Air Force.

Look, for the future, you need anything,

like help finding the
truth, just ask me first.

Hey, Doc, what happened
to us last night?

You heard what the man said.

Everything beyond the ridge
belongs to the Air Force.

I heard that you're a
low-down Yankee liar.

Hi. Here's your order.

There you go.

Shane, look out!

You'd think Americans would
be tired of Westerns by now.

Same thing every movie.

First sign of trouble,
someone starts shooting.

Was that where you got
the idea to killing Cal?

I have a new mark, a better one.

Captain Quinn from Project Blue Book.

The professor was a dead end,
but our intelligence was right.

The UFO program is a cover
for advanced weapons systems.

Given time, I can gain more information.

Our intel has the CIA cooperating

with Quinn and Professor Hynek.

The one thing we don't have is time.

Two weeks, that's all I'll need.

For what?

More photos? Files?

- To start.
- Hmm.

I think the captain
himself would provide

for a much better source of information.

Hmm?

You can deliver him to us.

Kidnapping an Air Force captain...

Is something you're
very capable of managing.

And you owe us a body, Mishka.

How was Nevada?

- Hot.
- Mm.

We're gonna need to
accelerate our timetable.

Wait, we scrapped this years
ago and for good reason.

After what I just saw in
the desert, I'm convinced

the CIA has one goal:
to see us obsolete.

That will make us indispensable.

We're taking a big risk, Hugh.

Let me tell you something.

I'm tired of these little skirmishes.

If we're going to war,

let's fire the first goddamn shot.

All right, then, let's go to war.