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From Hollywood to the world, you're watching Fox Friday.

Oh, now, this one, this is a real beauty.

Anyone?

This is an American P-51 Mustang, a single-seat fighter used by our forces

during World War II.

Top speed, 437 miles per hour.

Armament, six .50 caliber machine guns. Oh, this bad boy kicked booty from

the shores of Africa to the Sea of Japan from 1941 to the end of the conflict.

Sure did.

And if they gave you the keys to this rig, do you know what that meant?

Anyone?

It meant you were pretty good.

Pretty good. Oh, no.

You were better than good. You were the best of the best. The cream of the crop.

Yeah, they were real heartbreakers on the ground.

Life takers in the air.

A lot of good men died. Too many.

Of course, that was a long, long time ago.

That was another world ago.

Students, why don't we step over here?

It's good to think modern.

All right. Thanks, Mother.

Okay. This is getting weird. Which part? I'm losing track.

You know who runs this place?

Who? Brigadier General Jimmy Manners retired.

Among his assignments in his illustrious and distinguished career, from 1943 to

1948, he was the commander of the 51st Air Wing.

MacArthur's old unit.

That's right.

He was MacArthur's commander for three years. If anybody knows our boy, this

old guy does. So what are you saying?

If this isn't the real MacArthur, why would he locate the one person who can

ID him for sure?

Meaning you think this is the real Adam MacArthur? To say nothing of this not

being another wild goose chase.

Exactly. Well, forget I said anything.

He wants to stop running.

Some of these are refugees.

FBI.

Let's move, gentlemen.

i don't see him split up

this way

there

I'm going to show you.

Hey, what's up?

Come on, MacArthur.

It's over.

It's over.

Come on. Don't do it.

You'll be up.

Yes, sir, MacArthur.

You know the drill. Put your hands in the air.

Tired of running.

Then just stop.

What the?

No good, turtle.

You can't stop it.

I want to speak with an outer.

Hear me?

Come on, let's go.

Come

on,

people.

We're losing him. Let's go.

We were there.

We saw it.

It's all here in Vice's journal.

And I still can't believe it.

And McCarthy?

God knows.

Maybe not even him.

Have you told anyone?

No.

We came right here.

I feel a need to call my wife.

And maybe you better hold off on that.

We... We were wrong.

Vise isn't a loose cannon. He's the government's boy.

There are references there to Admiral Jeannette.

The man who started Area 51.

Yes. Which makes MacArthur the real deal.

Far as I can tell, a bona fide extraterrestrial.

All my old men had to do was arrest drunks and pass out parking tickets.

Mother's here.

Mother's here.

They'll assume they'll eventually head back here to Hoover.

Who will?

What are you saying?

What is it?

Report an extraterrestrial evidence.

I'm not sure.

But why don't we hold off calling the lives?

All of you.

I think it might be best if you remain unreachable until we find out what's

going on here.

He's there.

What are we doing here?

You'll come with us.

Don't give me a reason to use this.

David? Okay, somebody tell me what's going on. You

don't speak.

David.

We were confronted with the gravest of circumstances.

The ultimate act against our race.

Extinction.

Everything we have ever been or hoped to be is over.

All because of one man.

One among us.

A traitor.

Adam MacArthur.

A traitor?

What's going on?

That's enough.

I have a right to know.

You people know me.

You know who I am.

I'm an abductee just like you. You were one of us. I still am. You left.

I had to.

I didn't have a choice.

I still don't. None of us do.

We're people. We're human beings. We're not aliens.

Wait, wait.

May I speak?

Joe?

Adam?

Hey.

Sorry we're late.

May I speak with him for a minute?

Okay.

I wish I could say I was happy to see you, too. Adam, this is serious.

Do the elders know?

No, that's the point.

I don't understand.

Adam, they're putting you on trial.

Who?

The colony.

All the abductees.

You broke the rules.

You left.

You tankered with the future.

They come back to stop you and put you and your mission on trial.

My own people?

Yeah.

It gets worse.

They know I used to be a lawyer, so... We're your defense.

Betty and I.

After Roswell, the Army created a division to track UFOs and paranormal

phenomena.

Twenty years ago...

The NSA co-opted them, assigned Vice, and he's been collecting ever since.

Collecting what?

Anything extraterrestrial.

That's his job?

Think about it.

Understand your enemy before you meet them in battle.

Sure. Sun Tzu.

Chinese philosopher.

My God, look at all this stuff.

But why keep the FBI in the dark?

I don't know.

So, who is Adam MacArthur?

He's just who he says he is.

The poor man is simply from another time.

Can you really believe that?

Do you want my answer or do you want the company's?

Yours.

I believe it.

Isn't it true when my brother arrived to take you back, instead of obeying his

command, you killed him?

No, that's not true.

I tried to get him to understand and listen to me that I couldn't go back,

David.

Is that Michael O'Ryan?

That's your brother's body, but... Just answer the question.

Is that Michael O'Ryan?

No.

Your brother's dead, David.

That man's Joe York.

Did you really think you could fool us that easily?

You weren't supposed to be fooled.

Just the aliens.

Not aliens.

The elders.

They're aliens.

Why don't we start dealing with the truth?

Great.

Then why don't you start by telling us why you killed my brother?

James Vise killed your brother.

Jimmy Vise?

I don't believe you. Michael was his friend.

That was a long time ago.

Vice works for the government now, and he hunts aliens.

He believed your brother was an alien.

But he knew him. He doesn't believe that abductees survive as themselves. He's

been trying to kill me ever since I returned to Earth.

Well, I'd been captured by the FBI.

I was being held at a new maximum security prison.

And both Michael and Vyse found out where I was.

And both of them trying to get to me first.

Come on, MacArthur, let's go.

Someone had to return to the colony, or the elders would know.

I brought Michael home the only way I could, David.

It was your brother and body, but Joe's soul.

I didn't have a choice.

Come on, Joe, you can do it.

Maybe you didn't pull the trigger.

But you're responsible.

He was there to bring you back, not to harm you.

And now our very existence is at stake.

What is it?

Blood pressure's down. 50 over 20.

Heartbeat's erratic. Body temp is 107. Doesn't make any sense.

Let's pull these covers off before we toast him.

Oh, my God.

What the... What is it?

Whatever the hell it is, it's eating him alive.

Everything that we wrote off as NSA disinformation was the real deal.

Spaceships. Alien artifacts.

Mm-hmm.

Extraterrestrial. I know what you're thinking, sir.

But there she is, all laid out in beautiful black and white.

And all this documentation, all gathered by Mother.

Bless her lovely little peepik and heart.

Who else knows about this?

No one.

We're keeping the circle as small as possible.

This not only vindicates our work, it vindicates Vice.

i mean he was on to something gentlemen i'm very glad

you brought this to my attention thank you we believe the fbi was intentionally

kept in the dark thank you

By returning to Earth, MacArthur disobeyed the elders.

He tampered with natural selection.

This is unacceptable.

He has put the colony at risk.

I wasn't willing to watch the Earth be destroyed. Joe, will you say something?

Just wait.

The Earth will be destroyed.

It's just a matter of time.

We, the human residents of the colony, have created our own civilization.

He has done great harm.

You all know the elders will not tolerate this.

We are the only hope of the human race.

We are the future.

The only way we can guarantee our own survival is to prove our loyalty to the

colony and turn Adam MacArthur over to the elders.

What?

You must be sacrificed for the good of the colony.

I want you to do one thing for me.

So that you can understand the importance of what Adam MacArthur's

done.

I want you to remember your sons.

Your daughters.

Your husbands, your wives.

All the people you left behind.

All the people on earth who've grieved for you.

Or hope in vain for your eventual return.

Because they're the reason that Adam went back.

Our families.

Our loved ones.

Let's not forget who these people are that we are so prepared to leave to

their fate.

And little do they know the power that rests in your hands, the power to deny

them their future or a fighting chance for that matter.

But Adam MacArthur fought for that chance.

He made a difference.

He gave back to a scientist his will to work.

And that scientist will someday bring the world a miracle.

And what if I told you, Lewis, that this calculation forecasts the end of

life for our entire species?

There are people, certain key people, who have an opportunity to change the

future. Lewis, and you are one of those people.

That's why I came here first.

This all has to fall into place to start the change.

This is crazy talk.

You and I should give up science and take up fiction.

Lewis.

You can dream it, you can make it happen.

Okay, come on, baby.

Show me the magic.

Give daddy the sugar.

He stopped what might have become a war.

Telemetry's nominal.

Everything worked.

We must have hit it.

And what?

Hit it and what?

And he took.

Deadly weapon out of irresponsible hands.

This is what makes what Monroe calls the devil's rainbow.

It's like a magnifying glass.

Only it magnifies energy.

Not light.

Why did you rescue it?

Because it's a weapon in the wrong hands.

We're not ready for it.

We haven't earned it.

So tell us, where's Faraday now, Adam?

He's in jail.

That's right.

In jail.

So what? His mind's free.

Free to continue his work.

You've got an answer for everything, don't you?

Can't you admit that your mission is a failure?

My mission's only begun.

There's so much more that I need to do.

You cannot succeed, Adam.

Maybe not.

David, is that a reason not to try?

So let me tell you something.

I've known Grusha for 11 years. He was friends with my old man.

I'm with Craig.

I, uh, I don't see it.

Am I the only one that's sniffing out this truffle?

I think you're swinging for the bleachers, Nick. Maybe.

Maybe not.

Man's got a secret.

I'm convinced.

He's the assistant director. He's got an office full of secrets.

Besides, he's been our rabbi from day one.

And you, my friend, should show a little gratitude.

Fine. Then why is Vice always one step ahead of us?

Him and that big old truck.

You think he's that smart?

And who was it insisted on keeping MacArthur's file under lock and key?

The only file.

Either one of you ever been asked that before?

I hadn't.

Math is not my strong suit.

But I do know simple addition when I see it.

We're not the source of the leaks.

It's got to be Groucho.

This is ridiculous.

Tell him.

Can you call transportation for me?

Swelling's down.

Color's better.

Doesn't matter. It's too late.

Family sign of DNR?

No one's even visited.

Cat scan views show diminished brain activity.

I'm not letting him go without a fight.

But we'll stop short of extraordinary care, all right? All right.

What about that lieutenant?

What's his name?

Never came back.

MacArthur.

I'm not available.

They say it's important.

You heard me, Sarah. I'm not available. And clear my schedule. I don't want any

more disturbances.

Yes, sir.

Adam returned to Earth to, uh... How should we say it?

Set humanity back on track.

Now that's a pretty big mission for one man.

There's no denying that he also had a personal mission.

See his wife.

And his son.

Now who here among us wouldn't have?

This is Grant.

Constance McGorth.

Who is she now?

Your grandmother.

Last time I saw her, she was in a nursing home in Florida.

But that was years ago.

She didn't know me.

I remember going on picnics, just the two of us. And she'd fill my head up

with all these stories about her life and the war and her husband.

She bought this bar with the pension after her husband died in a plane crash.

It's ironic, really, because the war had already ended.

All those flights over enemy territory, dodging flak, fighters, the glory of

war. No, he crashed in the water 50 miles off Florida.

And I don't think she ever forgave him.

Not for dying.

For leaving.

Adam?

Is it you?

Yes.

I don't understand.

He found his wife, but not his son.

He never found Jason.

Surely none of us has forgotten what it means to lose family.

This can't be right.

Due to the termination of your employment, this will be your last.

Pay, period.

Does this mean what I think it means?

Oh, he's our rabbi, all right.

Wherever this investigation takes us, we will be supported.

We will be protected, no matter what.

Well, that's his idea of support.

He cut our legs right out from under us.

We're fired?

Bastard couldn't even do it face to face.

A man like that need a little voodoo put on him.

No, this is a mistake.

It's got to be.

I'm sure there's a simple explanation.

Hell, hell, why don't we just find out, huh?

Who are you going to call?

Mother, who else?

She will know.

Who is this?

Who is this?

I'd like to speak to mother. Is she there?

There's no mother here.

You have the wrong number.

It's getting scary, ain't it?

You too?

I've been reassigned.

Alaska.

Son of a bitch.

All right, Adam. This is still a democracy.

We're not some grand experiment.

We're not God.

We're human beings, all of us, on this ship, the colony, back home.

None of us more or less than another.

No matter what another race tries to tell us.

Have we learned that lesson?

Are you prepared to live your life knowing that you could have helped and

didn't? That you sentenced mankind to death?

What does that make us?

What do you tell your children then?

Well, I can't.

I won't.

I need to go back.

Complete my mission.

There's one more thing. There's a life, a single life, that hangs in the balance

this minute.

Weiss? Yes.

But he's been trying to kill you.

Well, he thinks he's saving the world.

Weiss thinks what he's doing is right.

And he's not an evil man, and he doesn't deserve to die.

V-Fib, I'll reposition his airway. Increase up to. I flow to my master.

All right, clear.

Still no rhythm. Again. Recharge.

What have we got?

Hold it.

We've got a rhythm.

Start him on.

Libocaine drip.

I'll get a second line going. 500 right away. Right away.

What do you think?

I don't like it.

The elders know we're here. We've been discovered.

And they've made the decision for us.

Tell Adam the elders have decided his fate.

Honor.

No, no, come on. Don't get all emotional on us.

That's a bunch of hogwash.

I think we ought to go publicly.

Yeah. We'll tell the entire world. We'll blow the roof off Vice's whole program.

Yeah, you do that.

When you drive home, you be sure and stop off at that local drugstore and

pick up a copy of that National Tattler.

Read about the three-headed Martian baby or whatever.

Nobody gonna believe us anyway.

They'll make sure of that.

I like the Tattler, though.

What?

I, um... I just... I just want to say

that it has been a privilege to

work with you guys.

Likewise.

You know, it's a shame about vice, ain't it?

Mm-hmm.

We'll have no pulse, no BP.

No reparation.

Doctor.

Call it.

I'm at death.

310.

I'll get you on there.

Thank you.

Why?

Because I was wrong.

There's a bigger plan.

Even I didn't know about it.

My mission's not over.

But yours is.

Sunday, after the world's funniest, why are the Simpsons on the wrong side of

town? Looking for a good time.

I certainly am.

No, you're not.

Then, Hank's looking for a good sports psychologist.

I worked with the Cowboys.

When? Last season. Goodbye. On King of the Hill.

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