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Hi, Nelson.

Nelson, are you back yet?

Nelson?

Nelson?

Yeah, hi.

No, there's no emergency.

He's gone, he's dead.

The name is Rudd.

Nelson Rudd.

My name?

Larkspur, Laurie Larkspur.

So on the surface,
Chetco's bold announcement

may seem like a win-win

for consumers, for industry
and for the environment.

But there's a deeper, and for some

more troubling question.

Has the company violated national security

by incorporating classified technology

into its design?

Is it using those secrets

to gain an unfair competitive advantage?

A number of aerospace and
defense insiders tell us

that antigravity planes and discs

have been a reality for
more than half a century.

But given the draconian secrecy

surrounding the programs
in which they exist,

we may never know the truth.

One thing is certain.

By making its announcement,

Chetco has let at least

part of the genie out of the bottle.

And we who stand to benefit can only hope

they don't recork it.

Lila?

And that was Jeremy Rudd
with his weekly science update.

It's a hole in the
dam and it's gonna get bigger.

They can't make it go away.

If it cuts into Exxon Mobil's profits

they'll find a way, trust me.

You know, if the people
really wanted all this stuff,

anti-gravity planes, and free energy,

I assume one needs the other?

I would say.

Flying saucers don't fly on gas.

Whoah, whoah, back up.

Who said anything about flying saucers?

Same principle.

And my report never mentioned
them, thanks very much.

Mention flying saucers
and you're a crackpot.

Immediately, okay?

Full stop.

When is that gonna change?

I mean, is this or is
this not why we exist?

To cover what the corporate media won't?

I'm not sure it's the
right question to be asking.

What if the real question is

what should the people know?

Oh my god.

How much do they really wanna know?

I mean, if all this
stuff about UFOs is true,

and I believe that some of it is,

if our government has
treaties with aliens,

I mean, who the hell
is ready to hear that?

I'm not sure that I am.

What does that mean for
our so-called civilization?

I've never known
you to be an apologist

for a cover-up.

Well, when it comes to
aliens, I may well be.

Rudd.

What?

When?

How?

Okay.

Can you email me your contact,

wait a minute, who are you?

Larkspur, like the flower?

Yeah, J.Rudd at ThePeoplesDigest.com,
The People's Digest.

Thank you.

Yeah, I appreciate your call.

My father died.

Oh, Jesus.

The old lion's gone.

No fuss, just a massive coronary.

So sorry.

You didn't get a chance to reconnect.

Oh, that was my fault.

He tried more than once.

They want me to go out
there and settle the estate.

Whatever that means.

Who's they?

Oh, the trustee, lawyer

and my father's assistant.

Good morning.

It's Jeremy Rudd.

We're very sorry for your loss, sir.

Thank you.

Are you familiar with
our guest guidelines?

Ahh, no.

Jeans and denims are prohibited

in all public areas.

So is cellphone use.

Exercise attire in the gym only.

Okay, thanks.

Mrs. Delmonico's expecting you.

I circled the house on the map.

Take care.

You have a good day.

Solid bronze doors, like a fortress.

Oh, your father was
treasured by this community.

And what did he do to make himself that?

Well, he was just a peach to be around.

Considerate, cheerful.

Cheerful, my father?

Oh, his Christmas parties

were the highlight of the season.

He invited everyone.

Staff from the club, friends
of friends, his helpers

all mingled here with the elite.

Like who?

I'm just curious.

I mean, this very house was
built for a great president,

as I'm sure you know.

Yeah, he must
have been great advertising.

The club has never needed
advertising, Mr. Rudd.

And General Eisenhower
was a lot more than that.

I had the pleasure of
meeting him when I was young.

My father was supposedly
an Air Force liaison

to his National Security
Council staff after Korea.

Youngest guy in the room.

That tells you a lot, doesn't it?

Like, what?

That they trusted him, obviously.

Yes.

What a gem of a house this is.

Now some people prefer the fairway views

but I'm sure you'll agree

that the vistas from Valhalla
Heights can't be beat.

Beautiful.

Excuse me, Jeremy?

Blue flower.

I could have met you at the house.

I haven't quite settled
in over there at Valhalla.

Thanks for coming.

What's in the box?

His ashes.

That was fast.

I can show you where
he wanted them scattered.

I also brought the permit to dispose.

Ah, you need a permit?

You can't just scatter
human remains anywhere.

How would anyone know?

I didn't make the rules.

Do you mind if I sit down?

Please, come on.

Drink?

Sure, that'd be great.

Scotch?

I've put quite a dent
in their Glenmorangie.

Here, take mine, it's fresh.

It was your father's favorite.

Uh huh.

So, you worked for him, what, every day?

Yeah, whenever he needed me.

He also had a housekeeper.

Well, sounds like a good gig for you.

It was.

He was definitely independent
but he valued company.

For example, going to the theater.

A lot of good theater
out here at Palm Desert?

Do you always write on this?

Oh, yeah, it was a bad habit.

Now unfortunately I find it prudent.

I hear you.

Who the hell wants to get hacked?

And my notes are always with me

or stored off-site, never on a computer

even if it's air-gapped.

Smart man.

Well, I have the mailbox keys for you

and all the security codes.

All the sheets in the
house should be clean.

Don't be offended, I brought my own.

I like them starched.

Your father did, too.

Tell me you didn't know that.

I didn't know that.

Or maybe I'm forgetting it.

I do remember quite vividly the blue paper

in which the sheets came
wrapped from the French laundry.

We made kites out of it.

Well, I'll leave you to your writing.

It's nice to meet you.

And you too.

Thank you.

Wait a minute.

Good God, I don't want this around.

Can we scatter it?

Now?

Where are you taking
me, Laurie Larkspur?

What's with all the questions?

It's my default position.

So what do you do when you're not

assisting retired Air Force generals?

Default?

Computers.

A lot of oldsters in this town

that can barely push a button.

Your dad was one of them.

You helped him with his computer?

Don't you need some sort of clearance

to see that stuff?

I wasn't allowed to open any documents.

That part of his life was off limits.

Ask no questions, know what I mean?

Yeah, it all seems pretty loose to me.

I would have asked questions, Laurie.

I live right over there
behind those mountains.

The high desert.

For what its worth,

you're all running out
of water equally fast.

This it?

Something you wanna say?

I'll save it for the memorial.

Just, goodbye Nelson.

Goodbye, my father.

Goodbye, all my fathers.

20 years, has it really been that long?

Hmm, we've had some contact.

Some years back he threatened
me with a libel suit

if I used his name.

In a piece I wrote on
biological weapons development.

And you used his name?

Oh yes I did.

And he, they retaliated.

Whoever "they" are.

Retaliated how?

Suffice it to say, I try not to drive.

If I have to rent a car like out here

I know exactly what to
look for under the hood.

Sounds like an ordeal.

I don't mean to scare you.

Do you tend to do that?

No, I'm normally perfectly congenial.

And I'm a very good cook.

I'll cook for you
sometime if you're lucky.

Sure.

As long as you know that
your reputation precedes you.

Which reputation is that?

The whole kit and caboodle, buddy.

Okay.

Thank you.

Oh, boy.

Nos No Una Nos Abeo Una.

Yep.

To the guy who saw it coming

and left it for us to clean up.

Hey!

Welcome to California!

How's your game, General?

Could stand improvement.

What'd you shoot today?

Mmm, I haven't been out yet.

I'll let you know when I am.

Well, what'd you shoot
last time you were here?

If it weren't for the 11th green,

I'd probably have shot an 88.

Where's Mamie?

Well she'll be out soon.

It's a bit early yet. You
know how women can be.

There she is.

Thank you so much for coming.

You are making us feel so welcomed.

Yes indeed.

- And it's great to...
- Oh, thank you.

Where is this from?

Oh, it's part of that side

that Moaney collected in Chicago.

Of course it is.

How many are we tonight?

Six.

Just what I like.

Delores, we're fine for now.

But you'll heat the oven at four?

Yes, Mrs. Eisenhower.

Thanks, Delores.

Seasoning is making me hungry.

Well.

How was lunch?

Just well.

Except I hardly felt like
going back for another nine.

Well, you'll just sit in the car

as long as you need to.

Believe you me,

that's just what I did.

Any calls?

Yes, but they'll wait.

No.

I better do Washington
before it's too late.

Now why'd I know you'd say that?

Mr. Secretary, I'll
tell you the same thing

I told you last autumn,

you don't want to be in
Vietnam the next 20 years.

And you got Congressmen
saying these things publicly,

it's just making it harder.

We realize that, sir.

Well, untie Westmoreland's hands.

General, this is only partly

concerning Indochina.

That's the official reason
for my call of course.

General, have you heard of the town

of Kecksburg in Pennsylvania?

Sure, it's a couple hours from my farm.

There was an incident at Kecksburg

some months ago.

A crashed object.

A disc?

It was acorn-shaped.

Big acorn.

It's a curious shape.

What's also curious, General

is that the craft
apparently contained a map.

The map apparently contained a marking

that could be interpreted
as your farm in Gettysburg.

I'm sure that was a misinterpretation.

Perhaps.

I don't have all of the details.

I was simply asked by the special group

to request your clarification.

You think they were coming to visit me?

Why else would they have your address?

Figuratively speaking, sorry.

Mr. Secretary, I've
made it resoundingly clear

I want nothing to do with that group.

Is there any room to interpret

your position as less than categorical?

None.

And if the President wants my advice,

have him pick up the phone and call me

like he always does, huh?

General, I'm sure you can appreciate

that President Johnson has no role

in the group at this point.

Which is precisely why I
want nothing to do with it.

Good evening, Mr. Secretary.

I'm just conveying a request-

Not that dirty business again.

Give him credit for being relentless.

I'm gonna close your blinds.

Oh.

Thank you, darling.

Now, you think you can relax?

I can try.

General.

Mmm.

You never do needlepoint in this room.

Change of pace.

You're like a vision, divine.

Well, somebody slept well.

I declare, something smells scrumptious.

I hope it tastes half as good.

General?

I got your jacket and slacks.

That's fine, Moaney.

I'll dress myself.

I'll leave them
in your dressing room, sir.

Thank you.

You buy this in town?

I did.

Desmond's.

Oh, it suits you well.

Very je ne se quois.

Mmm.

Oh, two hours till guests.

Plenty of time to mount an offensive.

Honey, you're already dressed!

Don't you worry.

Oh.

Now who's that mysterious stranger?

No idea.

Hmm, come on, let's go.

Hello, hi.

Oh, Thalia, what a lovely dress.

Hello, Mamie.

Very good.

Good lord, this is like a pound.

I'm gonna kill these old boys.

Trust me, these boys like 'em big.

Well, then I'll oblige 'em.

On your orders.

I used to grill with
Nelson all the time.

Oh yeah?

Mhmm.

And did he-

Shit.

It's okay, don't worry.

Your dad has plenty of pants
like those in his closet.

I think he was a 36.

Well, I'm a 34, thank you.

I can barely walk in the
son-of-a-bitch's room at this point

to tell you the truth.

What are you so afraid of?

How should I know?

Might do you some good to find out.

Listen, Blue Flower of Valhalla,

office hours are over now.

Okay.

Burgers, ladies and gentlemen.

- All right, burgers!
- About time.

Who wants another transfusion?

Should I mix up a batch?

- Absolutely.
- Yes sir.

Very good.

Transfusions?

'Ike's Transfusion'
is the official name.

I'll show you.

I just learned.

Vodka.

For this crowd, more vodka.

Equal parts Welch's grape

and some good brewed ginger ale.

Drop in a lime wedge.

According to the bartender
at the clubhouse,

that got Ike through his winters.

Then it must be good.

Cheers.

Cheers.

I see you two have met.

Larry Jacobsen.

Jeremy Rudd.

I'm glad you could make it.

I was deeply saddened
to hear about Nelson.

He was like a grandfather
and a brother to me.

I had just flown down to
Groom Lake from Vegas.

It was my first time at the Ranch,

still my post-doc year.

Nelson sits me down the very first day

to read me into my compartment.

"You know, Larry", he says.

"You seem like a normal
guy like the rest of us.

"And at some point a normal
guy is bound to be drunk

"at a party.

"And he is bound to have
an urge to come clean,

"just share everything."

"And I want you to know,
we really don't care.

"We won't hurt you.

"But in fairness, you should know

"that we will kill your
wife, your children,

"your mom, your dad, your
miniature fucking pony."

"And your best friends one by one."

"But you'll be okay."

He was ready to kill me.

My first day, he was gonna kill me.

Nelson was nothing if
not quick on his feet.

Good example.

We were down at Quantico
for a security conference.

We had just played a fast
nine holes on the course.

We run in to the outgoing Vice President,

this was a few years back.

I congratulate him.

And I point out with my usual tact,

well sir, the fact that
a colored socialist

has the self-preservation instinct

to appoint an ex-Marine Commandant

to be his National Security Advisor,

doesn't that give you hope?

At which point the Vice
President turns to Nelson

and asks, "I didn't just hear the General

"refer to the new President
of the United States

"as a colored socialist, did I?"

Without missing a beat, Nelson comes back.

"No, Mr. Vice President.

"The General has been unusually flatulent

"on the course today.

"That must have been what you heard."

And with that,

Oh.

I need another Transfusion.

Yeah, of brain cells.

Allow me to stir you one, General.

I'm sorry, it just came out that way,

now it just comes out that way.

Well I may live to regret my words

when I wind up leading the next
issue of the Peking Digest,

your esteemed broadcast.

Actually it's The People's Digest, sir.

Another memory lapse.

And you and the socialist go
back a long way, don't you?

That expensive prep school in Hawaii

that daddy sent your
ungrateful little ass to.

From what I hear,

the socialist isn't taking
your phone calls these days.

Is that another example

of his self-preservation instinct?

General, I daresay the
legend of your bellicosity

has not been overstated.

Gentlemen, I think we
need some more music.

Nor has the legend of your error-ridden

wildly inventive, some
might say treasonous,

I definitely say limp-dicked reportage.

All right, thank you.

Enough.

Ow!

Whoah, whoah, whoah, boys!

Oh, for chrissakes.

We're not cavemen!

You feeling cold at all?

No.

Can you open your mouth?

Sort of.

You might want to put
some pressure on this, okay?

The hell was I thinking?

Probably the same
thing we're all thinking.

That man was head of Air
Force Intelligence Command?

That's a real eye opener.

You know, if I may say so,

he is someone to regard with caution.

Really?

I can tell you that he an
a couple of the other guys,

they took quite an interest
in your Chetco Aircraft piece.

You think my father saw it?

Can't say for sure, but
they're a tightly knit bunch.

So I gather.

Maybe you can explain some
of his mission patches to me?

I could try.

NRO has to win the award for creepiest.

You tell me what a three-headed serpent

wrapped around the globe means, huh?

I have no idea.

Like ancient cave drawings.

Decipher a whole civilization.

What, NRO?

National Reconnaissance Office.

You know they managed
to keep their existence

secret for 30 years?

Now this one's a little more obvious.

TENCAP, Tactical Exploration
of National Capabilities.

There's some
wiggle room in that phrase,

National Capabilities.

What's with the alien face
and all the weird chevrons?

Oderint Dum Metuant,

that must have something to do with it.

My Latin's a notch down
from my Swahili, do you...

I believe it relates
to Emperor Caligula.

Let them hate so long as they fear,

some such nonsense.

I see you take shorthand.

I'm impressed.

I'm impressed you can
read it upside down.

Well it's spookery 101.

What about the inverted triangle?

You know, I'm gonna get you a doctor.

No, nope, I don't do doctors.

You're about
as stubborn as your old man.

Nope.

I'll fetch you some
ice at least, how about that?

It may come as little comfort

to learn from this quarter

the esteem in which your father was held

by many in the armed services.

The only time I met him was once with you.

This must have been first
half of our senior year.

He was visiting from the mainland.

You asked me to ride out
to Hickam Field with you.

There was no mistaking how
much his political views

diverged from yours, and
by extension from mine.

I can only imagine it was never
easy to be that dude's son.

But he was nothing if not fascinating.

Humbly, I pray, old friend

that his passing may
allow you in some measure

as the view from these
digs has allowed me,

better to reconcile all the perspectives

that weave humanity's tapestry.

Golf or music, Mr. President.

Let's do golf.

My game yesterday was a shambles.

Wakeup call?

Never!

Oh, sounds good!

About an hour before dinner.

Roger that.

Thanks, Ben.

Welcome.

We invite you to lie back,
relax, breathe deeply.

Inner serenity is the key to performance

in the outer world.

Whether you seek a better game of golf

or a greater sense of
oneness with the universe.

These binaural beats will help you

to get in touch with
deeper levels of awareness.

Enjoy.

Glad to see you again.

Oh we were just finishing.

Please.

Your usual win, General?

Remains to be seen.

No matter.

Come here.

Could use some advice.

One lame duck to another.

Intention always gets
you answers, doesn't it?

When it doesn't get you into trouble.

What's it, 50 years since you died?

This thing's become a monster.

I thought I spelled it out.

You did.

Its deep state's only getting deeper,

all because of a handful of dastardly men.

That's one way of looking at it.

But not yours.

You see, this is why I need
your perspective, General.

Who are those dastardly men?

Ask yourself that.

And why is it they hold any sway?

Ask yourself that, hmm?

The Justice Department has indicted

five top executives and engineers

of Chetco Aircraft Corporation
under the Espionage Act.

This comes just one week
after a Federal Judge

found those same individuals
in contempt of court

for refusing to comply

with an injunction issued
earlier this month.

Both actions arose after Chetco announced

it would manufacture what it calls, quote:

'the world's first electrogravitic
performance enhancer

for commercial airliners, the Ipotane.'

I thought this might go differently.

Can you record something
analyzing the indictments?

I'd rather wait

on a long piece I'm doing.

I think the Atlantic might
take it at 6,000 words.

That's great, but I need analysis now.

What about the White House?

Lila.

I don't have POTUS's cell phone.

I don't think he has one anymore.

He's gonna have to take
questions sometime, yeah?

Ah, good point.

By the way, what the hell
happened to your face?

What?

Oh, yeah.

It's an odd world, let me tell you.

We had a little get-together
the other night.

Lot of drinking, kind of
a wake without a body.

Who's we?

A few of the old man's cronies.

The girl who worked for
him did the organizing.

She's a good kid and we've hung out a bit.

Not a good idea, you're vulnerable.

She's part of the story somehow.

Which story?

I'm getting the feeling
it's all one goddamn story.

I'm reading Larry Jacobsen's book.

You read it?

No.

You said you loved Tesla tech.

Not by way of his lying mouth.

You seem to know a
thing or two about him.

Yeah I wish I didn't.

He tried to hit on me at
a UFO conference once.

I didn't realize you
go to UFO conferences.

Yeah I've been to a couple.

I don't really advertise it.

It's nothing to be ashamed of.

Then why are you making the case?

I'm just curious.

Yeah he was there giving
one of those insider talks,

trying to titillate people
with disinformation.

Why'd we invite him to the memorial?

We didn't.

He just showed up?

Well he was your
father's protege, kinda.

I assume that story he told
you about Area 51 was true.

Did my father confirm it?

Not to me.

I knew they worked there together, but,

On what?

Don't know.

Why don't you ask Larry Jacobsen?

Oh I will.

I doubt he'll tell me.

All I know is he's a spook

and they themselves don't
know when they're lying.

I find these people and what they do

disconcerting to say the least.

Welcome to your father's world.

The hell is that?

Hey there.

Welcome, thanks for stopping by.

Thanks for having us.

Sure.

Let me know if you have any questions.

Thank you.

Mhmm.

Excuse me, who is the artist here?

Ah, good question.

Luckily for you, the price reflects it.

Reflects that it's unsigned?

Yeah.

It's unsigned, but that
is a gorgeous painting.

I really love it.

How much?

Are you seeing this?

Who the hell painted this?

Some local.

Right?

Definitely wasn't Nelson,
I can vouch for that.

No.

Maybe somebody in the clubhouse knows.

So you're taking that back
to the rambling brownstone?

Damn right I am.

It's brick, actually, brickstone.

You should come visit.

Plenty of room.

You know I've never
been east of Flagstaff?

What?

Yeah.

So many places that I wanted to visit.

What's stopping you?

It's complicated.

But I'll get around to it.

When you do, that'll be
hanging in your guest bedroom.

Wanna eat?

Sure.

It's hard to get the hair right.

It's even harder to keep it straight,

I'll tell you that.

At least you have
something to keep straight.

You know what I miss most

since we left the White House?

Having a barber right there
whenever you need him.

That's right.

What about a negro cowboy?

What would he do if there
wasn't a barber around?

He'd cut it himself.

Think so?

Or take some
pomade from his saddlebag,

slick it down, it gets too long.

That's right.

You know, speaking of cowboys,

Mr. Zanuck sent over
his new western picture.

Really?

Yes sir.

In case you feel like a movie tonight.

Maybe tomorrow.

I might take a tablet.

Didn't sleep well.

General, if that new picture's anything

like Mr. Zanuck's last picture,

you won't need no sleeping tablet.

That's right.

James
V. Forrestal becomes America's

first Secretary of Defense.

Now that the long battle for
unification of the services

has been won,

the former Navy Secretary has this to say.

The National Security Act of 1947

constitutes the most decisive step

taken by the United States

in the foreign nation of
a national military policy

since the foundation of the republic.

It is a law which
represents an accommodation

between many divergent points of view.

But it is a workable law.

It is a step which will
help to maintain peace.

But if war ever should come again

it will help us to deal with
it swiftly and effectively.

America will be safer because of it.

They should have called it
the 'Flying Saucer Mayhem Act'.

What Forrestal had to deal with,

I mean, Navy's intransigence
all through then,

the unification battles,

strikes me as outright insubordination.

Of course it was, the backroom boys.

One thing for sure about them,

those dastardly men you complain about

is their tendency toward insubordination.

They're always gonna find a way

to do their own thing their own way.

Boy do I know that.

Navy had a lot of backroom
boys, I'm sure you knew that.

They weren't about to
give away their planes

to some upstart Air Force.

And they sure as hell
weren't gonna give away

their piece of the saucer pie.

Saucer pie?

Meaning roundcraft, ET's
operational hardware?

The gadgets.

They were meaningless at first.

We didn't understand how
they worked, nobody did,

not even the Germans we brought over.

So, gadgets led to agreements

with the ETs.

No, no, no, you're
getting ahead of yourself.

In '47 we had a monopoly
on the most powerful

gadget on earth.

And Truman wanted to keep it that way.

The shockwave will arrive shortly.

But from what I understand,

didn't the visitors show
up for the most part

to keep us from using the bomb?

They had an eye on us after Japan,

that's for sure.

And they were willing to show us

how easily they could disable anything

with a nuclear warhead
that we tried to send up.

But the public didn't know this.

How were you planning on
dealing with the public?

That was always the
elephant in the room.

Hmm.

One thing for sure, you
couldn't tell the public

the whole story.

Because we didn't know the whole story!

The backroom boys didn't
know the whole story.

But...

The visitors helped us.

They gave the public a mystery.

It was all about
acclimatization, Mr. President.

Controlled acclimatization.

Oh, looking better, my friend.

Oh yeah?

Much better.

And, I brought you a gift.

You know, some men are
embarrassed to buy makeup.

But this stuff can cover
just about anything.

Straight out of Hollywood.

Oh, thank you.

You doing well?

Busy.

Doing what, dare I ask?

This and that.

That's what I get for asking.

How's the big essay coming?

It's coming.

Oh, touché.

That Chetco story didn't
play out like I thought.

You want coffee?

I'd love one.

I mean the whole,

it's impossible to report on.

It's all speculation.

Nobody's ever even seen

this goddamn airplane
of theirs, the Ipotane?

I have.

No one outside the black world, I mean.

Didn't realize you had company.

Hello.

You're his golf date?

I'm not saying there's much I can say

about Chetco necessarily.

Well, I wish you would.

You've got nosebleed
clearances, don't you?

Nosebleed clearances can be a curse.

Laurie's here organizing
my father's papers.

Princeton's taking them.

Yes, I know.

Unfortunately, all the
good stuff's locked away

in special access programs.

Born secret, forever secret,

no mandatory declassification date.

Well that's fucked up, excuse my French.

Oh, I'm with
you a hundred percent, buddy.

Wait.

Take my word, he's not gullible.

You may end up giving
away your crown jewels

without even knowing it.

You have no idea how
miserable I can make your life.

And you have no idea what
Nelson told me about you

and your family.

You're so lucky Nelson
didn't ask too many questions

about you, cunning little vixen.

Go fuck yourself.

And there it is.

You having coffee, Laurie?

No.

I've gotta go.

I have a client.

See you later.

Yeah, sure, thanks.

Thanks again.

So.

You've seen the Ipotane?

You fly in it?

I have flown in it.

I haven't piloted it.

That's what I meant of course.

You might wanna see this.

It's conventional at first.

Then, at cruising altitude,

the jet engines ionize
their exhaust in such a way

that it creates an electrostatic charge

across the leading edge of the wing.

15 million volts of
performance enhancement.

Think of it as creating
a sort of gravity well

that pulls the plane into it.

Yes, in that sense it's
very much like a classic

flying disc. A roundcraft, if you will.

You and Lila, I can't
talk about flying discs.

How does it maintain its lift?

By shielding itself from gravity.

Okay.

That's the other problem
with reporting on this.

Well it's only a problem if you're stuck

in the old physics.

Are you stuck in the old physics?

Well I don't want to be.

Good.

Because we can't get very far if you are.

Images, Mr. Rudd.

Images can go a long way

toward clearing things up.

Okay, I'm attentive.

Do we have the tee off at ten?

Your dad charged me with
safekeeping this stuff.

I like to think he trusted me.

Was he expecting to go somewhere?

You should really have the key.

It's technically yours now.

Do I want the key, Professor?

I think you might.

What the hell is that?

Memorabilia.

I planned a little showing.

Shall we?

25 offshoots or suckers

during the first 10 or
15 years of its life.

It usually requires from five.

It's the best
date shake I've ever had.

It's the only date shake I've ever had.

No one ever leaves
here without saying that.

That was my father's?

Yeah.

Thank the stars everything
still works around here.

After it's planted,

it requires an additional
eight to 15 years-

Patrick Air Force Base, '58.

ICBM launch test.

It's a huge 48-inch lens.

And the missile is heading
east across the ocean.

14,000 miles an hour, into subspace.

If you look in the upper
right corner of the frame,

a luminous object traveling
even faster appears.

And it directs a beam at the
missile in several places.

This is a charged particle
beam of some sort,

completely disabling it.

Disables the guidance system?

It shut off the yaw gyro.

There was no warhead on
the missile, of course.

But if there had been, we
have every reason to believe

that the arming and fuzing mechanism

would have also been disabled.

Un-fucking believable.

And no one was hurt.

Have they declassified this?

You've gotta be kidding me.

Well, there's more.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Mr. Rudd.

No, you're gonna force me to sign

some sort of inadvertent
disclosure agreement.

I am not gonna force
you to sign anything.

Relax, please.

Is that ours or theirs?

Well, if 'by
theirs' you mean the Russians.

I don't mean the Russians.

This is Maitland Air
Force Base, February '55.

You can verify the date from the edgeprint

of the original negative.

That's straight out of the camera.

Ike?

Mhmm.

Hey.

Fuck.

There, there.

You need a Xanax?

Hmm, no.

Okay.

This can be an emotional experience.

What happens next?

Well therein lies a
vast tale, my dear friend.

Your father.

No.

Like a few of us in the organization,

believed that it was time
for this to be made public.

This belongs to you, my friend.

This is bullshit.

More than once,

things almost went differently.

You think Project Shamrock's the only

time bomb we're sitting on?

I'll take your word for it.

And I'm flattered you'd think
I'd have any sort of pull

with my fellow congressmen.

You don't need pull, Jack.

You have the Speech or Debate Clause.

You can bring it up on the House floor

and they can't prosecute you.

No, but they can
censure me, vote me out.

Or worse.

Realize that all the security apparatus

of these United States could
wind up in the shitter.

Sure you want me to hear this?

You've got a lot more to lose than I do.

This country's got a lot to lose.

And I won't let it happen.

Not on my watch.

For the love of Mike,

won't you read some of this

into the Congressional Record?

Is this related to
what we discussed in Germany

two years ago?

Those balls of light?

Related, I presume.

But a lot has happened since then.

Read the Estimate.

Forrestal had
a Jesuit's secretiveness.

But what the backroom
boys didn't count on,

he also had a Jesuit's
annoying sense of morality.

He could think this thing through.

He realized it would be impossible

to keep this secret forever.

Drink up, Jim.

Mr. Secretary, if you don't mind.

You're a hero, Jim.

That's how Josephine and
the boys will remember you.

That's how the country will remember you.

They'll name a ship after
you, maybe a college.

What would you think of that, pal?

Time's running out.

If you don't take care of this,

you know what's gonna
happen to Jo and the boys.

It's too short.

You're a hero, Jim.

And you have my word.

No harm to Jo and the boys.

Forgive me.

Did you realize what had happened?

I knew he was overworked, confused even.

Later I got more information.

The question was, who was next?

Could it be Truman if he changed his mind,

decided to spill the beans?

I can't imagine Truman ever anticipating

an indefinite secrecy about ETs.

That's right, I don't believe he did.

You had men, good men,

having reactions within themselves

that they couldn't control.

They couldn't even begin to understand.

It may be hard for you
to fathom, Mr. President,

but 'War of the Worlds'
was still a fresh memory

to those men.

The safest kind of wildlife.

Doves.

There's kind of an angle to this.

Why would they put a bench?

Sorry, stay over there.

Don't be so close to me.

Back off.

Caudiciforms, non-cacti succulent plants

with the large bulbous bases.

Hmm.

You knew that.

He's all over us,

- this guy.
- Yes.

He scared me.

We might have overstayed our welcome.

Do we owe you any more?

Not at all.

Did you...

Do you know this person?

Oh, in that picture?

No, I don't know the person, but,

Do you mind if I see it?

My parents knew him.

Love to show it to you.

He was known only as 'Swami'.

For nearly a decade he could be seen

meditating beneath the
serenity of the cacti.

You say your parents knew him?

Yes.

He used to visit the garden.

When his time in the desert was over

he disappeared as mysteriously
as when he arrived.

You never asked my father about the photo?

I think he thought of it as good luck.

Like this guy
was his guru or something?

No, like a rabbit's foot.

Like 'Swami's got my back.'

I think he's said that once or twice.

'Swami's got my back'?!

No, that's the kind of photo a guru gives

to a devotee.

Honestly I think
he thought of it as a joke.

Like the little pink
tea cozy that belonged

to Mrs. Eisenhower.

I'm not familiar
with Mamie's tea cozy.

I'll point it out to you.

It's in the kitchen.

So are you saying the
photo might have been there

before my father bought the house?

Could have been.

I know a lot of the furniture was.

Oh, here we go, there you are.

Nope, don't turn around.

They've been there for a while.

Hey there, fellas.

Get out.

Get out!

Get on!

You okay?

Yeah.

That was interesting.

You've seen that car before?

No.

- Oh god.
- It's all right.

Let's get out of the road.

It was no longer about
humanity's readiness.

It was about opportunism and turf wars.

Inconceivable amounts of money

funneled into defense contractors

who became guardians of the secrets.

False signals were transmitted,

one agency misled another.

And by the time my successor took office

and began to dissect the components,

so much could be hidden
from the president, you see?

But he had his resources like you had.

That's right, but the backroom boys

had more of 'em.

Whenever I ask about any of it,

the ET Industrial Complex, if you will,

the briefing I get

is like a puzzle.

They're leaving me to fill in the blanks.

But they give you just enough,

just enough to convince you
the secrecy needs to continue

and often they don't
give you the true reasons

for the secrecy.

Yeah they mix it up with the big tease,

that's for sure.

You gotta laugh, though.

I get invited to this room
at Fort Belvoir, right?

Who's the briefing officer,
Major General so-and-so.

Odd looking guy, dark glasses,

a lot of flags on his uniform.

Now he's got the tickets, let me tell ya.

All of them.

The scope tells us the unit has reached

a zero-value crossover point.

I will now switch in the
clamp feedback system

for self-powering

while simultaneously
disconnecting the external current

that powered the device
during its startup phase.

I will now add a load.

What's it doing?

Generating electricity, Mr. President.

Obviously.

Out of thin air?

You could say that.

It is self-powering a hundred percent

of its loads and losses.

It will continue to do so indefinitely,

subject only to mechanical shaft wear.

You know we don't grant patents

on perpetual motion, right?

And a few other things that
defy the laws of physics?

I'm well aware of that.

This, and other devices like it

have existed on your plan-

They've existed for well
over a hundred years.

Why is it locked up
in a place like this?

When it could be out there
in the world, doing good,

getting us off oil?!

It'll happen when you're ready.

When I'm ready?

When the world is ready, Mr. President.

Who is he to say when
the world is ready?

Then come to find out,

every president for the past 40 years

has been given the same briefing

by the same briefing officer,

the same damn box.

And I bet you the fellow
looks just like he did

40 years ago.

Hold on, it gets better.

Later, the guy's name turns up on a list

of non-terrestrial flag officers.

You'd met your first spaceman.

Let me tell you, that blew my mind

more than the box.

But did that not
strengthen your resolve

to lessen the secrecy?

It certainly confirmed the situation.

Wait, who are you?

This is Lars.

Our nickname, of course.

It's about time you two met.

Lars is the fellow who came to visit us

at Maitland that day.

How do you do, sir?

Mr. President.

Your resolve.

I'm afraid, like a lot of things,

I had to check it at the door.

Next time you have him tailed,

try not to get me killed.

Be that as it may,

make sure your alternative media darling

doesn't wind up with keys to the store

wittingly or unwittingly.

Why do we care?

He keeps notes or recordings

of what Larry Jacobsen tells him?

He keeps notes on everything

including me, I'm sure.

Get them.

Will that help me get
out of this arrangement?

And here comes the fashion statement.

- Oh my god.
- Oh.

Nope, nope.

Yes.

- No, no, no.
- Yes.

He's tall.

So when did he change?

He's a man who got divorced,

didn't see his family much.

He'd fly back from the mainland

a couple of times a year.

He just got bitter or something.

'Cause he didn't wanna leave paradise.

Yup.

Or his beautiful son.

I doubt I had much to do with this.

Oh, really?

I loved your hair.

Somehow I avoided the crew cut.

All right, what other
embarrassing things have you seen?

Well that's it as far as the movies go.

There's a couple of snapshots.

You mind if I work?

No, I don't mind if you work.

Rudd.

Sir, I have White House

Deputy Chief of Staff Kat Rollins

calling for Mr. Jeremy Rudd.

Okay, thank you.

Sir, this is not a secure call.

All right, I understand.

Hey.

How you doing?

Oh, thanks, that's sweet of you.

I had no idea he was
so well liked, frankly.

There are making a stop

on their way back from Hawaii.

Maitland Air Force Base,
near where you're staying.

Maitland?

I didn't see that on the public schedule.

Just got added.

Some remarks to the guys
and gals in uniform.

Oh, brother.

And how would that possibly interest me?

Chief just thought
you might like to be there.

Oh, okay, why didn't you say so?

Think we're calling
to thank your sorry ass

for the Chetco headache?

Hey, it is not my fault no one else

is reporting on it.

I'd like to know how it got to this point.

Kat.

Off the record, if you want.

Why didn't anybody stop them sooner?

Asked and answered.

We're trying to stay out of Chetco.

Is he gonna declassify
and end this whole mess?

You know more about this than I do.

Fine.

Can I bring a guest with me?

Send me the details and I'll find out.

All right thanks, her
name is Laurie Larkspur,

like the flower.

Aw, get her social
security number if you can.

- Make it easier.
- I'll try.

Thank you.

Sorry.

In 1944, Churchill gave me a talk.

He said the 'high cabal'
intended to keep all this secret

for two generations.

Now at that time, this
seemed reasonable to me

given all the trauma the world
had suffered during the war.

But eight years later, once
they gave me the presidency,

a lot was changing.

I was warned.

I was warned that the saucer business

could turn in a very ugly direction.

Sir.

I take it you're gonna tell me

what I need to know about
these damn visitors.

There's more of them, that's for sure.

Biggest year so far.

They're at all the tests.

We got a report last week

they disabled the fuzing
mechanism on an A-bomb.

Now that's troubling.

Very troubling.

It's bad enough they overfly the Capitol,

bad enough the public sees them,

knows there's not a damn thing we can do.

Public finds out they
can shut off an A-bomb?

You betcha.

They're gonna ask why can't
they just as easily fire one.

What do I tell 'em?

Nothing, of course.

That's easy for you to say.

I'm in a press room, some
reporter wants to know.

He's got a right to know.

Like hell he does.

They can see these
things with their own eyes!

They can see 'em but
they're not gonna believe it

until we tell 'em to believe it.

Sounds like quicksand.

It's called cognitive dissonance.

And it's how we control this information.

Goddamn your psychological
ops, it's still quicksand.

We need time.

We need time to develop
more leverage with them.

The ones we can

- speak with anyway.
- Ah, fuck.

It's still quicksand.

For crying out loud,

how do you develop
leverage with a spaceman?

You'll get no argument
from me there, boss.

In fact, you need to know,
I'm leaving the group.

My seat's gonna be vacant.

What perfect timing.

Honestly, I have no other choice.

I'm gonna have to leave it right there.

My advice, if you want it

is get your own man into that group.

Your brother maybe.

Let me tell you, it'll
be a cold day in hell

that my brother leaves academia
for your flying saucers.

You can take this
thing with the visitors

any goddamn way you care to take it.

But if you try to clean up this mess,

God forbid you try to
make any of it public,

the group will be one step
ahead of you at all times.

If I'm not mistaken, Beetle,

most of those fellows wear the uniform

of this country.

Trust me, they don't answer to it.

I find that hard to believe.

At the very least, you'll never get it

straight from them the
way Truman did at first.

Nah, and if you try,

they'll laugh right in your face.

And they'll remind you that any connection

between them and the White House

is paper-thin at this point.

They're gonna learn
fast that I mean business.

Ike!

Ike!

Don't ever forget Jim
Forrestal meant business.

They will lie to you.

They will threaten you if they need to.

And how you choose to respond

could damn well determine history.

I felt the way that I felt

the first time I set foot
in a concentration camp.

I wanted to react, I wanted to react

in the way any normal
American would react.

But I couldn't.

I couldn't because I knew too much.

I knew the way things really work.

And knowing the way things really work,

I knew that I had work to do.

I feel like we're being set up.

You know, why not just send
the footage anonymously?

So they can make it seem
like you did something

illegal to induce the
disclosure, that's why.

No, this fell into my lap.

Yeah, it looks otherwise.

I realize that, but
think about what it means.

We've had access to
anti-gravity technology

for what, more than 60 years.

This footage, believe me.

It illustrates that beautifully.

Hello, Earth to Jeremy.

The whole thing then becomes
about proving it's authentic.

Okay and in the process, you
just throw the credibility

and your reporting on Chetco

- out the window.
- Lila, Lila.

This stuff is credible,

specially when the forensics
check out, believe me.

I mean, it may be unbelievable

but I guarantee you it's authentic.

It's a distraction, for Christ's sake.

Hold on.

Hey, come in.

- I'm on with Lila.
- Oh.

Who's in the room?

Did you get her legal opinion?

Lila Parnell, Larry Jacobsen.

Well.

How do you do?

My huge pleasure to meet the engine

behind America's finest newscast.

Okay, very kind, Professor.

Be careful, he's a flatterer.

To answer your
question, I'm having lunch

with a lawyer in half an hour.

Oh.

Well allow me to save you some money.

It's highly unlikely the
government would charge you.

You know, you're a bonafide news outlet.

You're adding value to the information.

There are strong First
Amendment precedents.

No criminal intent on your part.

If, on the other hand, Mr. Rudd chooses

to retain his father's memorabilia,

he could be seen as a co-conspirator.

What?

In the theft of classified
government property.

I didn't talk to him for 20 years.

How is that conspiracy?

Well, given the facts and circumstances

it might not be hard

- to build a case.
- No, no, no, no, no.

Gentlemen, I need to get going.

If I may say so,

you need to see the footage.

May I send a plane for you?

A plane, for me?

No, there has to be some other way.

I'm afraid not.

That all sounds very
cloak and dagger, Professor.

You know, we do have a secure dropbox.

Don't kid yourself
what's secure, Ms. Parnell.

Ah, right.

I'll get back with you.

She winked at me.

What do you think that means?

Probably that she likes you.

Or she's afraid.

Hopefully her lawyer
doesn't make her more so.

I can't play golf today.

No.

No, it's more important
that you get your bearings.

I thought I had 'em.

Take that with you, please.

As you wish.

I'm not gonna help you carry it, even.

You know what makes me sad, my friend,

if I may call you that?

You know, if you don't use this film,

we'll offer it to another outlet.

And of course they'll take it.

And of course, they'll
sensationalize it to death.

And then what?

It becomes another act in the circus,

another pipe in the mighty Wurlitzer

I guess you'd say.

Without your discernment,
without your analysis,

without what I know is
your commitment to honesty,

then this just disappears into folklore.

No more or less fondly remembered

than, say, the alien autopsy hoax.

Which, by the way, wasn't one of ours.

Rudd.

I have to assume you have no idea

who this Laurie Larkspur is?

Wait, Kat?

What number is this?

It's a phone booth.

And be glad it is.

Do you know who she is?

She's my father's assistant.

She helps old people fix their computers.

Haha, that is priceless.

Why?

Your Laurie works for
the Department of Energy's

Office of Intelligence
and Counterintelligence.

Ask me how she got the job.

You of all people should know the case.

Are you sure you have the right person?

She was an activist
charged three years ago

under the Computer Fraud and Abuse Act

for trying to hack DOE.

That's some wild story about UFOs

preventing a nuclear
disaster out at Tonopah.

That was her?

She was looking
for evidence proving it.

Real name is Beatrice Ward.

Did they convict her?

It was never tried.

Energy got the charges suspended

so they could hire her

under a new identity, of course.

Well if they hired her,

they must know about the case.

I'm sorry.

I suggest you be very careful
what you share with her.

And by the way, the Air Force

doesn't want her anywhere near Maitland.

Neither do we.

Okay.

Recording.

Recording.

Assistant interviews continued.

Laurie Larskpur, 2:15 p.m.

2:15 p.m.

In Silicon Valley I was a cog

in a very big machine.

Sure, the perks were great

but I wanted my own business.

So when my mom got sick

and I had the chance to help
her and move to the desert.

Well, with all of the
retired residents out here,

this is a very strong market potential.

True.

So would your IT needs represent

a big part of the job?

Oh that's part of it, yes,

I'm hopeless with computers, but,

I still write longhand.

Most of what I'm doing right now

is writing my memoirs.

I'll make no bones
about it, Miss Larkspur.

Is it Miss?

Yes, but I prefer Laurie.

Yeah.

There is a social aspect of the job.

I'm looking for someone
who's at home in groups

and even older ones.

I'm looking for a gal, frankly,

who's not drawing Social Security.

I won't ask you to do
housekeeping or cooking

or crack my back for that matter.

Well good, 'cause I wouldn't do that.

But I would like
someone who's flexible enough

to want to step out for
dinner once a week or so,

maybe even take in a show.

That sounds great, actually.

What about your dad?

Is he out in this neck of the woods?

My dad and I actually haven't spoken

in quite some time.

In all honesty, General,

he did some stupid things.

Which is why I haven't really
stayed in touch with him.

One would think he would be

very proud to have a daughter like you.

Why is that?

Well, you're obviously

a very together young woman.

Your background check is flawless.

And you're certainly a caring person.

What I was saying was with
the retired folks, they,

Tell the truth.

Right after you were inaugurated,

how quickly did you sprint from the podium

to wherever they keep
the files on Area 51?

'Cause I know you looked.

'Cause I would look.

I - I - I gotta tell you.

I - I didn't sprint right
after putting my hand

on the bible.

You see?

I mean there were other
more important things to do

before running to chase after, you know.

But I will tell you that, uh, uh,

I have seen some stuff.

But I'm really not at liberty to say.

Oh, okay, but that is saying.

No, no.

That is saying something.

My wife has taught me this.

I know that one too.

But I'll tell you, I'll tell you.

The reason I'm not able to say anything

is because the aliens
don't want us to know.

No, no, really, really.

They don't want us to know their secrets

till they WANT us to know their secrets.

It'd ruin their plans.

It's the story of the century.

The press won't take it
past the giggle factor.

It's like the ships are on the horizon

and everybody's waiting to
be told that they're real.

And then when you try and
tell them that they're real,

they complain that you're
feeding them disinformation.

If that's not cognitive
dissonance, I don't know what is.

The answer is in one word, fear.

The same fear that allowed Mr.
McCarthy to do what he did,

same fear that allows
Congress to fund every war.

Fear.

It's what let the backroom
boys steal history.

Given their bloodlines,

they assumed it was theirs to steal.

As a student of history, I'm curious.

Why didn't you stop them, General?

Oh, I had hoped.

I had hoped maybe I could outflank 'em.

Obviously I wasn't able to do everything

that I had in mind when
I got into the office.

You know, but that's our democracy

and that's the way it works

and that's the way it's supposed to work.

Hey.

Hey.

How you doing?

Good.

Gonna be a beautiful sunset.

Do you wanna hike?

Sure.

Let me just throw my shoes on.

Okay.

Hi.

Hey.

I had an unsettling
phone call yesterday.

A friend of mine from the White House.

Oh yeah?

President's giving
some remarks up in Maitland.

And now I'm personally invited.

So what's so unsettling?

Well, he just added it to his schedule

out of the blue.

I don't know what he's gonna say.

Suspense.

Yeah, I'm done with suspense.

Aren't you?

I mean, my father dies, I come out here.

The Chetco piece blows up.

People get indicted for what,

trying to make the world better?

My father's young assistant
wants to hang out with me.

My new best friend's a spook
who also wants to hang out.

You know he's not reliable.

Yeah I don't know
what's reliable anymore.

Why are you hanging out with me?

Well if you have to ask-

What are you doing with me, Laurie?

You know, paranoia's your
least attractive trait.

I'm usually pretty good
at separating the real

from the not.

It's what I do.

I'm not doing this.

Hey.

Can we have a real
conversation then, Beatrice?

Would you just talk to me?

Get off me.

Beatrice Ward?

I'd love to know if anything was real.

Fuck off.

Hi boys.

How we doin'?

There we go.

Bye bye!

Good luck!

For the record.

Department of Energy, previously known

as the Atomic Energy Commission.

These are the geniuses that maintain

the Nevada Test Site.

Over a hundred nuclear tests carried out

above ground at that site,
radiological experiments

conducted on United States
soldiers and citizens

at that site.

A site, part of that
site called Watertown,

also known popularly
as Area 51, Groom Lake.

Home for 70 years of special
clandestine projects.

One or more of which had their origins

in technology recovered from
extraterrestrial objects.

Well nowadays, it's hard
to separate the ET hardware

from the you know, our own,

but I imagine they like it that way.

This is technology.

Propulsion technology, energy technology,

antigravitic technology that literally

could save the planet.

But what's the rush?

What remains to be seen is

whether anyone in certain
circles has the courage

or the wherewithal to
declassify this information

and stop this fucking
idiocy once and for all.

The clock is ticking.

Okay.

We come to you
now as we share a concern

with many civilizations

at the very dangerous
undertaking now unfolding

on your planet.

My dear Mr. President,

you are at the helm of a
great ship riddled with holes.

We commend you, your steady hand,

your love of all that
is good in your people.

But your people's love of competition,

their love of leading
others to the precipice

may also lead to the end
of your civilization.

We humbly offer now at your request

the knowledge we have gained

of how to harness limitless energy

that does not poison your planet.

We can help lift all
the people of your world

in a cradle of prosperity.

To do this, the people of your world

must choose to rise as one.

Mr. Ambassador, those
are beautiful sentiments.

But we have seen very recently

our civilization turned to barbarism.

We simply strive to maintain a balance

that prevents another war
of unthinkable destruction.

It is what you would
call a losing battle.

Our world was once very much like yours

with factions keeping
one brother from another.

We have evolved into
what you would think of

as a unitary consciousness.

A collective that aspires

to greater realms of service by combining

the abilities of many individuals

in the service of the All.

You and your people

are part of that All.

You see, for some time now

we have chronicled your evolution

from several different
time frame points of view.

Including your future.

From now, we observe a deep transition

occurring in your civilization.

From the future of now,

we see you slowly enjoying
the changes you've made.

What's not to like about this guy?

Have that dialogue, Mr. President.

The public wants that dialogue.

Can I take Lars with me?

Would that you could.

Would that I could have.

Lars, unfortunately, can't
answer the hard question.

And it's as relevant
to you as it was to me.

How do we, humanity, get through this

with our power intact?

And I'm not talking about might.

Our visitors made it clear it couldn't be

about having a military advantage.

It's about every individual's power

to forge his own destiny.

In other words,

how do we make the people feel

like they're a part of some

creative evolutionary process

as opposed to being
jerked around like puppets

by a conspiracy of bankers,
bluebloods, the media.

Fill in the blank.

Fill in the blank.

General.

With the greatest possible respect,

the idea that our people
would ever just accept

the notion of a genetic
intervention throughout history-

Mr. President, your
bellyaching is exactly the excuse

we used over and over again

to justify the secrecy!

The idea that these
beings are among us now

influencing world events,

tipping the scales of power,

Get over it, we're
all cosmic mutts here!

It doesn't make us any less as a people.

Us.

I mean, you're not even
physiologically incarnate

at this point.

Neither am I.

And yet our concern
has never been greater.

Nor our love.

What I was compelled to remind myself

with gratitude every day.

What the people will one
day remind themselves

with gratitude is how more than once

without ever tipping a hand,

without asking for a thing in return,

Lars's people and others like them

quietly stopped us from blowing
ourselves to kingdom come.

My dear Mr. President.

The many voices you hear in
the conduct of your leadership

often seek destruction.

They seek the cessation
of humanity's progress.

They seek only their own enrichment

through the domination of
others and your Earth Mother.

This you have seen in many guises.

Jesus.

You can't make this stuff up.

How the hell did he learn our language?

Berlitz?

Outlying campus.

Mr. Ambassador.

That's Ike.

Listen.

What am I seeing now?

What you would call your future.

It's glorious!

Glorious, did he say?

And it can be glorious.

Surely someone
can authenticate his voice.

No, that's him.

I'll get an expert to
go on camera, it's him.

Glorious!

Shit, where's my drink?

Oh you're gonna wanna be sober for this.

We ask you now to
listen to your own heart

and know that it beats with
the heart of your people.

And all that is good in your people.

Well.

Can I -

Can I surmise you're onboard?

What if my puddle jumper goes down

on the way out of here?

Well, I can have it
sent by armed courier

if you don't mind the spectacle.

I'll manage, Professor.

Okay.

You were right.

If we don't do this, who will?

I'll leave you here.

You know, I don't do,

When the hell are you coming back?

You sorta need to be there.

Next week, after POTUS's
remarks up in Maitland.

What's your gut telling you?

You think this is part of our story?

Could be, if he has the balls.

Why else would Kat want me there?

Just to be clear.

We go with the story regardless

of what the lying SOB says.

Absolutely.

Be careful.

Yeah, keep me posted.

All loaded, Mr. President.

Shall I take your gym bag?

Not yet.

Damn, I don't wanna leave this place.

I don't blame you.

What's the weather like at Maitland?

Dry and windy tomorrow, sir.

Anything else for now?

No.

Wheels up in an hour, sir.

Roger that.

This breakthrough technology
is often inaccessible

due to the secrecy of the
Special Access Programs

in which it is developed.

It might as well exist in another world.

In fact,

it might as well exist in another world.

That is why, effective today,

I have issued an executive order

that immediately declassifies
certain breakthrough

energy and propulsion technology.

This will in no way undermine our ability

to control the military
application of this technology.

What it will do is enable inventors,

talented, eager men and women

to build upon and improve the technology

for the benefit...

To build upon and improve the technology

according to established law

for the benefit of humankind.

As long as there are folks like you,

then I'm confident that
our nation will endure,

and hope will overcome fear.

And I'm confident that
better days lie ahead.

Thank you very much, everybody.

God bless you.

God bless the United States Armed Forces.

And God bless the United
States of America.

Nelson Fenimore Rudd

may have had no intention of disseminating

the film he stole.

But even if the friendly
spook had kept it secret,

the general had to have
known that somebody, someday

would find it.

I like to think that my father knew

we'd find it sooner rather than later.

I like to think somehow that redeems him.

That his faithful
service to the deep state

was guided by the knowledge that one day

the truth would widely be known.

Yeah, yeah.

Hey, Rudd.

Mr. Rudd?

Miss Larkspur is here to see you.

No, thank you.

I'm sorry ma'am, he's unavailable.

Jeremy, please,

just give me five minutes.

Wait, is she alone?

Yes sir, I believe she is.

Send her over.

I just want you to know that
I had no choice with them.

They were ready to send
me away for 15 years.

Well you must
be really dangerous then.

And for what it's worth,

Nelson knew my whole story.

Well, that makes one Rudd who knew it.

All he said was

tell them anything they wanna hear

because it's not gonna make a
damn bit of difference anyway.

I need to leave for the station.

Use this. For the Chetco story.

Don't you dare give that to me.

It shows that it works.

That it was definitely
borrowed technology.

So is my smartphone, they tell me.

It's all true, Jeremy.

Goddamit!

If one more lying person says that to me!

It's all true.

I'm sorry that the
President let you down.

I wanted him to declassify it too.

Well, can you blame him?

He wants to see his kids grow old,

he doesn't want to contract
some rare form of cancer,

he wants a big advance on his memoirs.

You could have a word with him.

I'm not sure he's
taking my calls right now.

Write your story.

I'll help you in any way that I can.

Did aliens really stop

whatever the hell that nuclear
disaster was out at Tonopah?

Of course they did.

Well at least the Enquirer got it right.

General, what do
you think will be the outcome

of Operation Junction City in Vietnam?

What do I think it'll be?

You're asking the wrong man, son.

Well if anyone
can predict, you can sir.

From what I understand,

we're trying to crush the
Ninth Division of the Vietcong

and I'm sure the rest is classified.

All I know is we've got some very capable

fellows working on it.

Yes, sir.

The 1st and 25th Infantry Divisions.

I'll be one of them soon.

ROTC?

No, sir, I got drafted.

I report next week.

Make us proud.

I'll do my best, sir.

That's all you can do.

But let's end this thing soon.

That's my hope, sir.

Well everybody, Mamie and I
have a big country to cross.

I wanna thank you for being here

and see you next year!

Thank you for coming.

Amtrak Southwest
Chief, bound for Flagstaff,

Albuquerque, Kansas City, Chicago,

and points east, now
arriving on Track One.

Evening sir, I am
your sleeping car attendant.

Looks like you're about
the only one getting on.

Can I take your bags?

Yeah, thanks.

I brought my own sheets.

I hope you don't mind.

You guys don't starch them anymore.

The smell of the starch helps me sleep.

I know that sounds crazy, but,

No, no, it doesn't sound crazy at all.

Believe me, I wish we still starched them.

Follow me, please.