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- Previously
on "Project Blue Book"...

- No more secrets.

- From now on,
you and I,

we are going to work as a team.

- The CIA has acquired
intelligence detailing

an imminent threat.

- Where exactly
is this intel coming from?

- Her name is Rebecca.

- Psychics as a national
defense strategy.

- Where do you find
these people?

- That's something
I can't share.

- What you need to know
about me is,

we want the same thing,

but even when the truth
flies right over your head,

it's still
impossible to believe.

- But why do you need me?

- It's simple.
I don't exist.

- Mimi?
- She's not here.

Or Joel.

- What is this?

What do you want?

There's some aspirin over there

if you need some.

You and I can have
a little talk.

Where am I?

- Let me get you
a glass of water.

- My family.

- Safe and sound at home.

Don't worry.
It's not about them.

How much longer?
- Less than ten.

- When we were last in touch,

I told you to stay
out of the way.

Remember?
Go back to your old life.

You didn't listen.

- What exactly is it
that you want from me?

- Take these.
You'll feel much better.

They're just aspirin.
I promise.

If you want answers
to your questions,

you're gonna need
to prove to me

that you can take
my instructions seriously.

It's gonna be very important
over the next 48 hours.

- Hello?

- Mimi, it's me.

- Allen, thank God.
Where are you?

I came home and you were gone,
and Joel was waiting outside.

He didn't have a key.
Is everything okay--

- No, it's fine.
I'm fine.

Just...

tell Joel--tell him I'm sorry.

I had to go out of town.
I'm at the airport now.

- Where is it this time?

- Mimi, you know
I can't tell you everything.

We've talked about this,
remember?

- Is the captain with you?

- No, I'm just out here chasing
one of my crazy theories again.

I won't be gone long, though,
so I'll check in again soon.

Um...

kiss Joel goodnight for me.

Okay?

Can you do that?

- Of course.

- I love you.

- I love you, too.

- Mom?

Is everything okay?

- Now...

what do you know
about Maury Island?

- Maury Island?

What's that got to do
with why I'm here?

- It's the most important UFO
encounter in American history.

Follow instructions, professor.
Remember?

- Uh...

21st of June, 1947,

just two weeks
before the events in Roswell,

a fisherman
by the name of Ernest Reed

was out in Puget Sound,
checking his traps.

After he's out there
about an hour,

something appeared overhead.

He described them as...

round, silver craft

with holes in the middle,

far bigger than the size
of his boat.

And despite
being able to hover

less than a hundred feet
over his head...

- What in the name of God?

- It didn't make a sound.

That is, not until one of them
appeared to be in distress.

He said he wasn't sure

if the craft
was falling apart,

or whether it was bombing him
with these metal fragments.

And that is when
all hell broke loose.

Mayday! Mayday!

This is the Sophie Rose 0426.

I am under attack from...

alien ships.

Repeat. Mayday!
Mayday!

- Professor does do
his homework.

- Yeah, enough to know
that Reed recanted his story

shortly after the incident.

- Oh, and that's never
happened before, has it?

After government
inspectors show up?

- You were there?
- In the shadows, yeah.

And I can assure you that Reed
was telling the truth.

There's plenty of physical
evidence to back it up.

You even had some
in your hands.

- I have?

That object you had me steal
from White Forest.

That was from Maury Island?

- It will be our key
to first contact.

But only if we can find
more of it.

- Say that again.
You have a code?

- I'm telling you,
it's not official.

It's what he said
on the phone.

How he said it.

- "Kiss Joel goodnight for me."

- Joel's going through
this phase where he hates that.

So for Allen to say it,

you have to trust me,
something is wrong.

- Mimi. I trust you.
Let's just back things up.

What else did he say?

- Something about...

chasing down one
of his crazy theories again.

Do you know
what that could mean?

- Doc's crazy theories.

- I'm telling you,
he wouldn't disappear

without telling me where,
especially after last year

with all the crazy secrets
you two were keeping.

Captain?

- I'm gonna need you
to stay here for a bit.

Base is the safest place
for you and Joel.

Faye!
- We shouldn't go home now?

- Not until I figure this out.

- Do you know
what's happening?

- I may know someone
who can help.

- Well,
then I'm coming with you.

- No, you are staying here.
Faye!

- If Allen's in trouble, then--

- If Doc's in trouble,
the last thing he'd want

is for you to put yourself
at the same risk.

- But he knows
I can take care of myself.

I came to you for help,
Captain,

and you are not gonna start
by lying to me.

I want to know what the hell
you think is going on.

- Faye, I'm gonna need
you to make some space

for Mimi and Joel for a bit,
maybe even the night.

She's not allowed
off this base.

- Okay.

- Why me, and why now?

- Because it took six years

to understand
what the metal is for.

As far as you're concerned,

when the esteemed
Professor Hynek,

one of the most well respected
men in his field,

says that he has met visitors
from another world,

well, who's gonna doubt him?

- You really believe
that's gonna work?

- It's why I've been grooming
you this whole time, Professor.

Forgot something.

Now that you're gonna
play the part...

you're gonna have to dress
like it, too.

So you don't stand out.

One of our strengths
is anonymity.

- Who exactly are you people?

- I think that color
suits you quite well.

Who knows?

Maybe when this
is all over with,

you might even decide
to stay with us.

Dr. Hynek.

- You're being awfully quiet.

- Something
you'd like me to say?

- Well, at some point,
I will expect a thank you.

I am giving you the opportunity
of a lifetime, Professor.

Was I wrong about D.C.?

- How did you know?

That date, the time...

where the UFOs would be.

- I think you already know
the answer to that question.

He told you who I am.

- Captain.
- Morning.

- Please, come in.

Uh, can I help you
with something?

I just have a plane to catch.

- Doc told me he spoke
with you about someone

at that lab of yours
the other day...

who could see the future,
like what's her name?

- Rebecca.
- Rebecca. Yes.

Remember that?
- I do.

- I think
he may have kidnapped him.

Details are
a little fuzzy right now,

but the doc is missing,
and I think that this guy

may have something
to do with it.

Hoping you can help.

You know
who I'm talking about.

- If we're talking about
the same guy, yes, I do.

- Then why do you
look more worried than I do?

Yeah, all right.

- His name is William.

He was a member
of our program years back.

Before I was there.

He was very gifted.

But also very dangerous.

- They thought I was dangerous.

- What, because you could
see the future?

- Because I could see
the potential.

Beyond intelligence.

- So you left the program?

- No one ever leaves
the program.

I escaped.

Along with some others
who believed as I did.

- Believed what?

- He had a theory
about UFOs and contact

that he and other members
of the program were conduits,

antennas,
as he liked to call them,

that were meant
to communicate with, uh...

- Little green men.
- Mm-hmm.

There was no
reasoning with him.

- The CIA only
wanted to cover up the truth.

The truth I suspect
you already know.

- This is madness.

- You never thought the same?

You see why I chose you?

Because you and I,
we're a lot alike.

- So how do we find him?

- The agency
has been looking for years.

I wish I knew.

- What about Rebecca?
Huh?

Isn't that her specialty?

- We tried.

She can't see him.

- She never tried
to find Hynek, though.

- I'm still working
on getting you and Joel

a spot in the barracks,

but it shouldn't take
much longer.

- Thank you.

Faye,
my husband's still out there,

and he needs my help.

I can't just, you know,
sit here right now.

- I'm so sorry.

I can't imagine
what you're going through.

- If I could just look
at the Blue Book reports,

the classified ones,

maybe I could
try and help find him.

- I wish I could
help you with that,

but, um, if I grant you access
to those documents--

- That would put you at risk.
Of course.

- Why don't I take Joel
on a tour of the base?

That way,
you can stay by the phone

in case the captain calls.

- I'd appreciate that.

- I imagine we'd probably
be gone at least an hour.

- Thank you.

- For what?

- Van Dyke delivers.

It's a groundball
back to the pitcher.

He knocked it down.
- Come on, boys.

You got this.
Come on.

What?

- Hello, Ernest.

Relax.
This won't take long.

- Mr. Reed, would you like
to have a seat, please?

- We're not here to hurt you.

- I never said
anything to anybody.

All these years,
just like you said.

I swear.

- Professor.

- Mr. Reed, this is gonna be
very easy, okay?

We just--all we need
from you is for you to give us

the location of where
the initial incident occurred.

Can you do that?
Just...

circle the spot where you saw
the ships that afternoon

and where the metal fell
and we'll be on our way.

That's it.

- Is this a joke?

Look, there were no ships.
No metal.

It never happened--
- We're not the Air Force.

This is not a test.
Just tell us the truth.

- I am.

- What, are you saying you
were making the whole thing up?

- Look, I was trying
to collect on some insurance.

Some fire damage on my boat.
Now, you know that.

- No, that was a story
you told the investigators

to keep them from bothering you
after we showed up.

- But it's the truth.

- No, what are you doing?
What are you doing?

- The Air Force
told you to lie.

We came to you for the truth.

Now if they're still
paying you to keep lying--

- Nobody's paying me anything.

- No, put that gun away.
Put it away.

- There were never any ships.

- Then I guess
we are wasting our time.

- Please, you don't...

you don't have to do this.
Please.

- If you shoot this man,

you are never
going to get what you want.

Not unless
you understand the process

of thermohaline circulation
and how to account for it.

- Unless I what?

- Look,
it's really not my area,

but you understand
what I'm talking about, yes?

- Yes.
- Oceanic upwelling?

- Mm-hmm.

- Ocean currents are driven
by global density gradients

created by surface heat
and freshwater fluxes,

so anything, anything landing
on the seafloor that long ago,

almost certainly
will have moved.

So even if Mr. Reed
can pinpoint the location

of that metal six years ago,

he can't guarantee anything
is gonna still be there, right?

- That's right.
- But as someone

who sailed
this water for years,

you're gonna have
a better understanding

of where it
may have drifted to, yes?

- Yes, sir.

- So...not unless
you want to go out there

running around in circles,
looking for something

that no one can help you find
but Mr. Reed here,

you need to keep him alive.

And you need
to take him with us.

- You remember Captain Quinn.

- Nice to see you again.

- Something's wrong.

From the look on your face.

I'm not picking up anything,
if that's what you're thinking.

- We need your help.

Captain Quinn's
colleague is missing.

- Dr. Hynek.
You remember him?

- What happened?
- Let's...

try to give a clean
assessment first

before we give any details.

Well...

it's all so very hazy.

Um...

but I know that this,
this part is important.

I'm just not sure why.

I'm sorry.
I wish I could tell you more.

- Well, none of it
looks familiar to you?

- I need Hynek right now
to help me find Hynek.

What a colossal waste of time.

- Yeah, let's forget about
the pictures for a second.

Now, what would William
need with him?

His access, his expertise,
his what?

- Well, he did have Doc steal
something for him once.

- Steal what?

- It was a...

It's not important.

- Then why'd you bring it up?

Look,
don't play games with me here.

- Hang on.
Hold this up.

Son of a bitch.

- What? What is it?
- I gotta make a phone call.

- Which boat is yours?

- The Sophie Rose
there on the end of the dock.

- Are we gonna find anything
when we get out there?

- I don't know.

Maybe he knows
something I don't.

He's got me so confused,

I don't know
what I believe anymore.

I don't know what's real.

- Run for help.

- What?
- I'll take care of him.

Do it,
or we could both get killed.

You understand?
Go.

- Get the professor!

You know what you just did?

- You never had any intention
of bringing him back alive

after he showed us
where to go.

- Get him on the boat.
We gotta get out of here.

- But what am I
looking at here?

Okay. Is this the object
the professor had to steal?

Is it classified?

You come to me,
ask for help.

I not only give it to you,

I bring you
into a classified program

that puts me at risk again.

So either you start
being honest with me,

or you can get
the fuck out of my lab.

- Yes,
it looks like what Hynek stole.

And yes, it was classified.

The only other thing
you need to know

is that it could lead us
back to Hynek.

Who I'm pretty sure
is in real trouble right now.

From someone
who used to work here.

How do you get a goddamn
dial tone on this thing?

- Project Blue Book.

- Mimi.

It's Captain Quinn.

- Perfect.
I think I found something.

- Can you put Faye, please?
It's urgent.

- The man in the black hat,
the one who told Allen

about the events in D.C.,
I think he may be involved.

Allen told me he's someone
to be concerned with,

and there's this photo
here from 1947.

- I'm not sure yet,

but you might be
onto something.

There's this other piece,
also this...

something Doc stole
from a base in New Mexico.

- Was it that piece of metal?
- You know about that.

- It may be part
of a UFO invasion from 1947.

Washington State.

One where metal debris
rained down from the sky.

And it also happened to be...

the first reported sighting
of men in black hats...

who came to silence a town.

- You sure about this?

- I'm looking
at the photo right now.

- Where in Washington?

- Funny, isn't it?

For centuries, man used
the stars as his only map.

Now, look.
You and I are using

maps to chase the stars.

- We're almost there.

Port side, 20 degrees.

Slow ahead.
200 yards.

- Port side, 20 degrees.
Slow ahead, 200 yards.

- That was admirable what you
did back there, by the way.

Helping Reed.

Though he didn't
really deserve it.

- And I do?

- After everything
I've shown you,

you still just
can't trust me, can you?

Remote Viewing.

That's what
they called the program.

Although it was really
just another way of waging war.

Make it feel safe.

Calling targets
from that white room.

They asked me to look
at a target run one time.

I told them, "Don't engage.

There's civilians,
parents, children inside."

I remember
I saw this little girl.

She had a little hair brush.

She's brushing
her mother's hair.

Boom!

That's when they detonated
the bomb.

I wasn't really there,
of course.

But I could hear their screams.

I could feel that heat.

I still do.

- I'm sorry.

- They didn't believe me then.

But they'll believe you.

You'll make them believe.

- We're here.

You sure
we're in the right spot?

- Yeah.

See for yourself.

And look, because of you,

we'll soon
be making first contact.

- When you get to the bottom,

grab whatever debris
you can find.

Give two tugs on the rope,
we'll pull you back up.

All right?

- You know, there's no way
to know for sure

if we're even
in the exact spot.

It could all just be

subsurface
bioluminescent algae,

or something like that.

- ♪ Under this shining light

- Go shut that off.
It's distracting.

♪ I am so in love

- Marine radios
don't play music.

- Turn it off!

- I'm trying.

- There, there.
That's the signal.

Pull him up.
Hit the switch.

- Brace yourself!

- Whoa!

- Cut the rope!
Cut the rope!

- What happened?
Did you cut it?

- It just snapped free
on its own.

- Watch, watch, watch, watch!

There. Something's coming up.
What is that?

- I'm not sure.

- There.

- Come on.

- Come on there.

We got you.

- Yeah.

- I got something.
I got some of the metal.

- Get up.

- Where's Charles?

- He's gone.
- What?

- It's all gone.
We have to go now.

- No, no, no.
We can't just leave him there--

- He's gone!

We have to go now,
or we're gonna die.

- I know what it feels like
to lose a partner.

- My cousin flew
with the Red Tails,

and we were like brothers.

Got shot down over Sicily.

- I'm sorry to hear that.

- Yeah, but I'm sure you got
plenty of those same stories.

See, but I didn't fight
in the war.

- I know.

- How do you know that?

- I just know.

- I did train to be a Marine.

Montford Point, Jacksonville.

- Oh, yeah?
Montford?

- Mm-hmm.

- How'd you
get into Intelligence?

- Well,
my former CO loved to gamble.

Baseball.

Now, I didn't give a shit
about sports,

but I had a knack for research.

Stats, that sort of thing.

I would listen to his picks,
give him my assessment.

He started winning.

Next thing I know,
keeps me from shipping out.

Puts me on the payroll
at the CIG.

- CIG?

- Yeah, CIG was the predecessor
to the CIA.

- Roger that.

- So, uh,

you happy where you are?
Project Blue Book?

- The work I do is vital
to the survival of our country.

Russians want us to panic,
we help keep America calm.

- UFOs,
people from other planets.

You're saying
that we shouldn't panic?

- I think
there's no reason to fear

what we still don't understand.

- How could you that?

Leave your man back there
in the water like that?

- He knew the risks.
- But what if he's still alive?

- Have you forgotten
what's going on here?

What we found down there?

- What, pitchstone?
Volcanic glass?

You find that everywhere
in this region.

- You think it was pitchstone
at the bottom of Puget Sound

that nearly capsized our boat?

- If your anchor
snagged in a log down there,

it gets pulled
into an underwater current

or a whirlpool.

- It wasn't a whirlpool.

- That shot you back
to the surface like that,

dragged off your mask?

- You weren't down there.
You didn't feel what I felt.

- That deep,
lack of oxygen to your brain

will play all kinds
of tricks on your senses.

There is a completely rational
explanation for all of this.

- Tricks? Tricks?

- That kind of skepticism
may be appreciated

by the Air Force, but out here,
it can get you killed.

- Well, maybe you
shouldn't have brought

a scientist with you.

- What kind of a scientist
doesn't want to be responsible

for making the biggest
discovery in all of mankind?

Let's get a move on.
We don't have a lot of time.

- Excuse me.
Sheriff?

- Be with you in a minute.

- Sheriff.

Captain Michael Quinn.
U.S. Air Force.

This is agent Daniel Banks,
CIA.

What can I do for you?

- We're looking
for a missing person

we believe may be
on Maury Island.

- Name's Dr. Allen Hynek.

- Say he's a doctor?

Hey, Reed.

Come over
and take a look at this.

This look like one
of those men to you?

- Oh, my God.
Yeah, that's him.

That's the one.
- You've seen this man here?

- This guy,
along with a couple others,

broke into my house
and kidnapped me.

- Yeah,
I think you got the wrong guy.

- No, I don't.
That's him.

- Wait, wait, wait.
Just hold on a second.

All right, first of all,
what's your name?

- Ernest Reed.
- Mr. Reed,

you're saying that
this man kidnapped you?

- They had guns.

And they forced me
to take them to my boat,

but this guy?

He helped me escape.

- Amy,
show them what you've drawn up.

- He's confident this the man
you're looking for.

- Sheriff, couple of fishermen
just spotted the men in black

on shore about a mile
off the coast of Gig Harbor.

They're headed into the woods.

- Let's go.

- Now we know
how they got ashore.

- Well, we don't know for sure
this came from Reed's boat.

- No telling
where they went from here.

Let's fan out, see what else
we can find, fellas.

- Yes, sir.
- You got it.

- Now, Reed told the sheriff
that Hynek was helping William.

They're on the same team.

- Reed also said
Hynek helped him escape.

- Then why didn't Hynek
escape with him?

- I don't know.

- You know,
when William left the agency,

he took a lot
of people with him.

People who we screened.

Who you never think
crossed the line like that.

- No, that's not Doc.

- No?

Didn't he already
steal classified material?

Is that not like him, either?

Look, I know you want
to believe in your friend here,

but we gotta start
confronting the facts.

What the hell are those?
Coordinates?

- Headed to airstrip, Captain.

Hynek's not with William.

He's trying to help
lead us to him.

- You gonna tell me
where we're going?

- You already know
where we're going.

You had it
figured out all along.

Saw the research
in your office.

- Antarctica?
- Yep.

- Are you sure that's safe?

You know,
there was one other detail

about the Maury Island case
that I didn't tell you.

- Oh, yeah?
What's that?

- After the Army retrieved
the metal that Reed

salvaged from his encounter,
they loaded it onto a plane

a lot bigger than that one.

That plane crashed,

killing the two officers
on board.

- Almost done.
Two minutes.

- Thank you.

What makes you think
I don't know about that?

- Look, if that metal
has such powerful properties,

why fly with it
if you know it brought down

another plane already?

- Oh, so you do think
that it was the metal

that brought the plane down?

I thought you said
it was volcanic glass.

- No, no, no,
the object that I stole

at White Forest was not.
That...

that had properties
and a composition

that I can't explain.

- Because it's not found
on this Earth.

It wasn't the metal
that caused the plane to crash.

- We should've maybe
used the backup.

- No cops.
Way too many questions.

- Well, I still have questions
of my own.

Are you sure
there's an airstrip out here?

- Well, through here
is the only flat patch

of land for miles.

And there it is.

- You sabotaged that plane?
Innocent people died.

- I had to secure
and protect the evidence.

- Air Force officers--
- The same officers

who were sworn
to cover up the truth.

- You don't think
he'd turn now, do you?

- I'll ask him
once we get him out of there.

- All right,
so what's our move?

- All right, Reed said
these guys were armed.

You brought your gun?

- No.

I'm not a cowboy.
I don't carry it everywhere.

- Ready when you are.

- You don't need me anymore.
Let me go.

- If I do,
you'll never forgive yourself.

Get on the plane.

- Whatever we're gonna do,
we need to do it now.

- Okay.
You win.

Let me examine
the metal before we go.

I could run some--

- You're stalling.
You're stalling.

- If it turns out
to be extraterrestrial,

I will get on this plane.

- Wait, where are you going?

- They know you.

They see you coming,
they shoot.

I got this one.
- What you gonna do?

- Just make sure
you got my back.

You'll know when.

- I gave you UFOs over D.C.
What did you do?

You blame it
on temperature inversion.

- I had to.

- I risked my life
to show you that.

- I listened to you.
I followed your breadcrumbs.

I stole for you.

I mean,
what else do you want from me?

- I want you to believe.

- It's not about
what I believe.

It's about what I can prove.

- Professor, I thought
we were kindred spirits.

And now I see how wrong I was.
You're nothing but a coward.

You're afraid of the truth.
- Can you help me out?

- You want the truth?
- My car.

- What are you doing?

- Whoa.
- Don't take another step.

- I just need some help.
My car broke down--

- Hands to your side.

- I don't want any trouble.

I just need some help.
I don't--

- Stop right there, Captain.
Drop it.

- It's all right, Doc.
I got this.

- Daniel.
- Yeah, you must be William.

- You want to tell
this Air Force lackey here

that I'm more important
to the government alive

than I am dead?

- Let's everyone try to relax.

- I'm gonna count to three.

- No, no.
- One.

- Bad idea.
- Two.

- Captain.
- Three.

- Yeah, you take direction
very well.

Thank you.

- He won't be getting far.

- Then what the hell
do you call that?

- Plane's leaking fuel.

He'll be down soon enough.

- Yeah.
But where?

- No, no, it wasn't so much

the rosary beads.
It was the gnomes.

So, uh, seriously...

what do we tell the generals
when we get back?

- I think this one we keep
strictly to ourselves.

Three of us.

- I already got
my people on it.

CIA will make it
like it never happened.

But we'll also do whatever
we can to hunt William down.

Promise.
- Thank you, Daniel.

- Hey, throw me
on that party list, too.

When the time comes.

- You know, um,

you two,
you do make a pretty good team.

- Yeah, he's not bad.

For Central Intelligence.

Let's not make a habit of it,
though.

All right.
You fellas excuse me.

I want to see
if I can get some more ice.

- You had me worried there
for a second, Doc.

Cops thought
you were one of them.

- Yeah,
imagine even you had doubts.

- Well, I thought...

"No way he's wearing that coat
for the rest of his life."

- Yeah, well,
it was all my fault, you know?

I mean, if I hadn't allowed
myself to get taken in by him--

- No, look.

The symbol, the metal, UFOs.

He did show you things, Doc.

There still are
unanswered questions.

- Yeah, but I was ready to take
us to Antarctica, Captain.

Based on what?
Certainly not science.

That could've been me.

- But it's not.

That's why you're here,
and he's out there.

- So how exactly
did you find me?

- Allen?

Allen?

- Mimi.

- You're okay.
- Yes, I am.

Thanks to you.

Quinn told me what you did.

I'm just so sorry, Mimi.

- No, it's okay.

You're home.

You're home.

- Mrs. Hynek, couldn't have
done it without you.

- I know.

- What did you tell Joel?
- Project Blue Book.

- I told him that his dad
was busy working,

and he'd be home soon.

Just don't try
to kiss him goodnight, okay?

- It's amazing that you picked
up on that enough to know.

- Thank you.

May I steal him for a moment,
Mrs. Hynek?

- No, you cannot.

If you have something to say,
you say it to both of us.

- That was my contact
at the National Guard.

They found William's plane.

Crashed in Mount Hood National
Forest outside of Portland.

- Is William alive?

- There's no sign of him.

No sign of any cargo, either.

Look,
I'm gonna make some calls.

I'll have a private
security detail

for your family
within the hour--

- No.
I need to take my family home.

- Doc.
- Please, trust me.

William has what he wants.
He's not coming back for me.

He's got his own path now.

- The hell?

What is all this?

- Your homework, Captain.
- Right, sir, anything else?

- At ease.
- That's it.

- Excuse me.
- I'm sorry.

I'll be after you.
- It's okay.

- What's the Robertson Panel?

- Seems Central
Intelligence will put

the U.S. Air Force on trial.

- With a full investigation
into Project Blue Book.

- CIA?
They can do that?

- This is a matter
of national security.

They can do whatever
the hell they want.

- But what's the purpose?

- We're not clear on that.

We brought all the files
from Project Sign and Grudge

so as to be thorough.

Is that understood?

- Read everything you can,
fellas.

We've got targets
on our backs now,

so make yourselves bulletproof.

Otherwise,
Blue Book is finished.