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Previously on "Project Blue Book"...

I didn't pay
much attention to any stories

- till I had my first encounter.
- With a UFO?

"Unidentified Flying Object".
Hasn't caught on yet.

I don't care if we have to
drop a nuke to take Fuller out.

There's a lot of people looking for you.

There is where it all started.
It's the program.

Do you want to tell me about that?

We get messages. We're the antennas.

I keep seeing this.

- I'm sorry.
- No! Stop!

When you see someone die,

it's tempting to want to blame yourself.

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That's nuts.

Gary Cooper... every time.

There's no way he could take John Wayne.

The Duke, man. He's the toughest
guy in the movies.

Cooper's smart, you know?

You see it in his eyes.
He's got tactical superiority.

John Wayne would knock
that tactical bullshit

right out of his head.

- T-minus 90 seconds.
- What the hell is that?

It's a launch alert.

Come on, come on.

What the hell is going on?!

Is this a drill?! Hello?!

The test is supposed
to be tomorrow, O800!

The launch sequence started
on its own, we did not initiate.

You need to evac the area now.

Come on, come on!

Hello?! Can anybody copy?

Come on!

...20 seconds...

Shut down the whole system.

- Give me the codes.
- I'm trying!

None of the overrides are working.

Override denied.

We're gonna nuke our own men.

- 10, 9, 8...
- Our Father, who art in heaven,

hallowed by thy name...

- ...7, 6, 5...
- ...Thy kingdom come,

thy will be done on Earth
as it is in heaven.

...4, 3, 2...

What just happened?

Launch aborted.

It stopped.

Reset. Reset. Safety systems one.

Countdown was reset.

The missile's secure!

Launch aborted.
I repeat, launch aborted.

I-I repeat, launch aborted.
All is clear.

You're safe.

God heard my prayer.

I don't think prayer
can stop a countdown.

There's got to be some other explanation

than a Supreme Being.

Is that the missile?

I don't know what that is.

Our Father, who art in heaven,
hallowed by thy name...

...Thy kingdom come,

thy will be done on Earth
as it is in heaven.

Everybody else thinks I'm crazy, Doctor.

Allen?

It's 2:00 in the morning.

What in the world are you doing?

Good news. My camera matrix project
was approved... last minute.

I have no idea what any of that means.

It means I have a lot of work to do.

You've been cooped up in here
for two weeks.

You never sleep, you barely eat.
You're scaring me.

There's nothing to be afraid of.
Just go back to bed, please.

No! Haven't you had enough of this?

- Because I know I have.
- Mimi, please.

That man, Fuller...
he was inside this house.

The things he said...

Can we please not
talk about this right now?!

Please?!

There are things I can't
tell you. I just... I can't.

Are you leaving again?

In the morning.

Where?

White Forest.

I have to go pack.

Fine.

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So, these green fireballs
at this missile base,

this camera can capture them on film?

That's right.

So how long have you
been working on this thing?

You called it a, what, now?

Three-dimensional observational matrix,

motion-activated, designed
to record celestial events.

Right.

How come you didn't tell me about it?

Well, I submitted the, uh, proposal

to the Air Force years ago.

They didn't get back to me,

so after recent events,
I reached out to them again.

Smart. You know, people start spotting

these green fireballs from Mars, and...

They're not from Mars.

They're meteors.

Well, whatever they are,

I get why the Generals
want to pull the trigger now.

Lot of people on edge
after what happened.

Yeah, well, that's all gonna
change now with my project...

'cause I am going to use science
to reveal the truth.

And while the truth might be
sometimes less entertaining

than unfounded speculation,

there's safety in
the certitude it provides.

Right now, we all need
to feel safe... everyone.

There's too much at stake.

Hey, sir!

Dink is goin' into town
to pick up some sandwiches.

You want a pastrami?

You askin' a grown man

born two city blocks
from Katz's Delicatessen

if he wants a pastrami sandwich
made in Nevada?

I guess not.

Good guess.

You saying I'm crazy?

Well, you did mention you stopped
the launch countdown with prayer.

I'm not sure sure about that anymore.

What we are certain of

is that we saw something
not of this world.

Professor Hynek would agree with you.

Right, Doc?

What you likely saw were meteors.

These things came straight at us,

then went along the horizon
and shot back up into the sky.

Can a meteor do that?

Under the conditions...

low cloud cover, high humidity...

light from below
can distort its path, yes.

Could've been a flare, too.

Plenty of GIs in the area

with duffel bags full
of liberated ordnance,

too much time on their hands.

What kind of flare
can set off a launch countdown?

Mister Secretary.

Dr. Hynek.

What do you think?

Can we get to the bottom of this?

Once the matrix is in place,

I am convinced you'll have
the proof that you need.

And you're thinking
nothing more than meteors?

Ah, it's the only logical explanation.

Did the Generals arrive
with you, as well, sir?

Should we include them
in this conversation?

The Generals are not here...
or involved.

Any questions or concerns
you have moving forward,

you run them through me.

Is that clear?

Yes, sir, but are they aware that...

Is that clear?

Yes, sir.

Once you're set up,
I'd like to come and take a look.

- You'll keep me posted?
- Of course.

Great.

Captain.

What the hell did you do?

You went behind Harding's
and Valentine's backs for this?

I told you, the Air Force
rejected me once already.

What, so you reached out to Fairchild?!

You realize you just dropped us
right in the middle of a war

between the Secretary of Defense

and two of the most
powerful men in the Pentagon.

That kind of war leads
to collateral damage... ours.

That is a risk I'm willing to take.

What the hell's gotten into you?

I see nothing of value here.

This silly astronomer is just
a stooge for the Air Force,

chasing lights in the sky.

That is not an important
relationship for us.

It's a wild goose chase.

Unless, of course,

the relationship you're so
concerned with is with his wife.

Professor Hynek is in Nevada

at the White Forest
Missile Range right now.

That's where the Americans
test their nuclear weapons.

This is the breakthrough
we've been waiting for.

We're needed elsewhere.

Virginia.

A former OSS agent
now working for the CIA...

He has certain...

vulnerabilities that can be exploited.

Our work here is done.

It's time for us to go.

Get up.

_

Hello.

I know you.

Yes. I'm a friend of Mimi's.

Well, it was nice seeing you again.

I should get back to my friends.

You, too.

Who was that?

Mimi's neighbor. She's nobody.

48 hours...

I will get you your evidence.

Or we say goodbye to Ohio.

Green is a very
interesting color in astronomy.

Our eyes are more sensitive
to green than any other color.

That's why it's so often visible
in the night sky.

These theodolite cameras

are going to record the green fireballs.

Based on the soldiers' testimony,

the fireballs flew overhead here,

so this is as good a position
as any for the matrix.

Right.

Now, when a meteor
enters Earth's atmosphere,

it burns to such a point
that its outer layer vaporizes,

and the different... Ah, can you...?

Different metals in a meteor
burn with particular colors.

The green comes from nickel,

which is the most common metal
found in meteors.

So, how do these things work, then?

Well, each camera is fitted
with a motion sensor

and any passing object
triggers a photograph

and a picture of the three dials.

Now, these show
the time the photo was taken,

the azimuth angle,
and the angle of elevation.

Azimuth?

Yeah.

Right.

They're just gonna blow 'em up...

why do they need faces?

Realism is important

to understand the ramifications
of a nuclear explosion.

Can you give me some help here?

Give me a second, will ya?

Hey!

Halt, or I'll shoot!

Don't hurt me. Please.

Please. Don't hurt me.

Master Sergeant Edward Rizzuto.

- Motor pool.
- That's me.

How you feeling, Sergeant?
You all right?

Scared.

Like, uh, I saw something crazy.

The green lights.

Dang it. You... you know what?

I-I-I did this backwards...

askin' how you feel before
the most important question.

What question is that?

What were you doing at the test site

without authorization
or clearance in the first place?

Smoke?

Thanks.

How deep in the shit am I?

That depends on what you say next.

I met this girl in town...
we got to talkin'.

She heard about the green lights

and practically begged me
to take her out to see them,

so, um, I took her out
to the target area.

We drank our way through
a good bottle of Scotch,

but I did most of the drinking.

And, uh, next thing I know,
I'm waking up flat on my back.

She's gone. She took the car,

took all the money out of my wallet,

and left me stranded.

- He's 100% full of shit.
- How do you mean?

Drank a bottle of Scotch last night?

- I didn't smell it on him.
- So?

And his hands.

You see his hands
after I gave him that cigarette?

Steady as a rock when he says
he was scared out of his mind.

The man's telling us a story
that doesn't hold up.

Master Sergeant of
the White Forest Missile Range,

and he's hiding something.

We got to find out what that is.

No, we don't.

Look, not every case we're trying
to solve comes out of the sky.

Remember, there was nearly
a nuclear launch here

that no one can explain.

This guy's runnin' around telling s...

Our job is to observe the meteors

and capture them on film.

That man is not our problem.

I'm going back into the field
to finish my work.

You do whatever you want.

I say when the cat's away,

the mice get to have a little fun.

It has been fun.

What's going on, Mimi?
You don't seem like yourself.

I'm sorry. I-It's just...

Is it that man
that broke into your house?

I know I still can't get over it.

It's Allen.

Something happened recently,
and I don't know what.

But he's hurting in a way
I've never seen before.

I wonder what it is.

Could it have something to do
with his job?

What is it called again? Blue Book?

Ever since he started there,

he's had to be so secretive.

I know there's more he's hiding,

but he just won't talk about it.

Well, then you've got to
do something about that

for your own sake... for Allen's, too.

I try, but he just keeps pushing me out.

What am I supposed to do?

You're his wife, Mimi.

If he won't tell you the truth,

then you have ever right
to find it out for yourself.

What are you doing here, Dr. Hynek?

I want to help you.

The encounters... we get messages.

We're the antennas.
There's nothing anyone can do.

Do you need help?

The, uh, the strobing of those lights...

it must've, ah...

How are you here?

I'm here when you need me.

I'm here when I need you.

Could you speak to me
in plain English for once?

Good. You're nearly ready.

Ready for what?

There's a church in town.

St. Dominic's.

Dominic De Guzman
was a Castilian priest...

patron saint of the astronomers.

The church bell rings every day at noon.

When you get your head together,
come find me.

Then we can talk.

Don't you dare leave me like this again.

They're coming back.

You have work to do.

What are you?

I feel like a trespasser in my own home.

Isn't that part of the problem
you're trying to solve?

I couldn't do this if you weren't here.

You mean a lot to me.

I'm just happy to help.

The box.

I think I found something.

What is it?

It's a journal...

about his cases.

From West Virginia...

"Lieutenant Fuller".

"Fuller was just a boy.

Lost.

I had no idea how much.

And whatever they did to him,

whatever they subjected him
to... it broke his mind".

"I tried to help him.

I begged him not to...

kill himself...

but he did,

and all I could do
was stand there and...

watch him".

Susie, I'm... I'm sorry.

I-I just... I think I need...

Could I just have
some time alone? I-I...

I understand.

Oh.

Hello.

Hello, Donna.

Is Mimi home?

She's busy right now.
I can tell her you stopped by.

Okay. Sure.

Thanks.

It was really nice seeing you yesterday.

I wish I could have
introduced you to my husband,

but it just wasn't a good time.

Not a problem.

Have a good night.

Rizzuto's a Russian spy.

Born in the U.S. to Bolshevik parents,

Party member
since he was in short pants.

Your instincts were right on the money.

Jesus.

He works at the damn motor pool
at the base.

How'd they miss that?

Enlisted. We don't catch everyone.

What about his ledger?

We believe it's being used by Ivan

to encrypt communication.

The Verona boys
are working their way though it.

So this traitor
is gathering intelligence

on our missile tests?

Sirs?

That may not be the whole story.

The green fireballs?

You're kiddin' me.

Son, we wish we were.

We're investigating the possibility

that they're artificial devices
created by the Soviets

to monitor our test sites.

So those bastards are runnin'
missions on our soil now?

One way or another, yes.

But the American people
can never know that.

More importantly,

we can't let the Russians know
that we know.

Which brings us to
the Professor's camera project,

the project that we rejected,

the project that Fairchild
is running behind our backs.

What do you need me to do?

We need to talk.

Or I could talk and you could listen.

They're shutting us down.

Cased closed. Time to go home.

No.

You know, when I was
workin' interrogation,

the best way to break a man,

break him so his mind played tricks?

Don't let him sleep.

Well, my mind has never been sharper.

Yeah, I can see that.

I don't believe
the fireballs were meteors.

Your fancy cameras tell you that?

I-I haven't developed the film,

but I am confident that they
will confirm my thesis, yes.

Oh, well, as long as you're confident.

I know what I saw!

Well, here's what I see...

a witness who hasn't slept in weeks,

whose mind is bouncin'
around in his head

like a pinball in a pinball machine.

He's angry all the time.

When he's not angry, he's confused.

Now, this witness, this man,
has a story to tell,

but not a shred of proof
to back up his claim

other than his say-so...

I'll develop the film.

- I'll prove it to you.
- That's a negative.

We are done here...
finished like it never happened.

What the hell did you expect?

I expected to discover the truth.

I expected a partner
who would back me up!

You went to Fairchild when
the Generals weren't lookin'.

You got caught. I warned you about that.

And what we're facin' now?

Just the consequences
of your own actions.

I wanted the truth.

I wanted to forget.

Okay? Now just leave me alone.

Please!

First time I saw a man die up close?

I couldn't get it out of my head...

no matter how hard I tried.

I know you're hurting about Fuller.

But the hurt will pass 'cause it has to.

And then one day,
his death is just gonna be a...

a very bad thing that
you don't think about anymore.

Professor Hynek.

So nice to see you again.

You know what I love
about churches, Dr. Hynek?

They were built as a haven
for those who suffer.

But to suffer is to endure, is it not?

Who are you?

You do know those were not meteors.

The abnormally low velocity
is proof of that, yes...

and the fact that the flight path

doesn't match that of a meteor shower.

Which are horizontal,

not perpendicular
to the Earth's surface.

So...

do you have a hypothesis
as to their origin, Doctor?

Russian surveillance,

experimental spy craft of some kind,

but the technology... it's too advanced.

It's impossible.

Then forget about the science
for a moment.

What can you imagine they are?

A craft of some kind...

...piloted, not, uh, random...

here to survey our nucleartesting sites,

as if someone, something,

were monitoring
what progress we've made.

I'm not sure I'd call it "progress,"

but you're on the right track.

The only open question is...

what if whoever is watching

has determined
that we've made more progress

than they're willing to allow?

That's what Fuller said to my wife.

You do know Lieutenant Fuller's
death was not your fault.

What do you know about all of this?

Who... Who is watching our progress?

If I had all the answers,
I wouldn't need you, would I?

Need me?

What the hell do you need me for?

And we'll be out
of there, just as you ordered.

Is that for us?

Amended to state conclusively

the green fireballs
were nothing more than meteors.

Thank you, Professor.

- Captain.
- Sir.

Professor.

Oh, uh, Professor, one more thing.

Yes?

I brought you into
Project Blue Book, didn't I?

Uh, yes, you did.

Might even say you owe me.

Yes.

Good.

Just wanted to be clear about that.

Very clear. Thank you.

But if you ever go behind
my back to Fairchild again,

you and I are gonna have
a difficult conversation.

And then I'll shit-can you
so fast, your head will spin.

Professor.

I've got to dismantle
the rest of my equipment.

I'll meet you later.

Roger that.

About every 75 years,
Halley's comet returns to us.

And on the day I was born...

...the comet flew closer
to Earth than ever before.

People were terrified.

They thought it was an omen

signaling the end of the world.

But my mother didn't agree.

She believed it was an omen, yes...

but an omen that announced my birth.

And she believed that I would be

a man of great accomplishment...

like a comet blazing across the sky.

But the truth is...

...I never was.

If there's one thing I know,
it's this...

...you have no idea
what kind of man you can be.

I owe you a thank-you.

That key you made

opened a box in Hynek's desk.

In there was a journal
filled with entries

about his work.

And just as I thought, the Professor

is doing much more than
chasing lights in the sky.

He's investigating
experimental weapons...

mind control.

Do you have the journal?

I told you I needed hard evidence.

I'm closer than I've ever been.

I just need you to stay out of my way.

Neither one of us can afford
to be careless right now.

I'm glad you feel that way...

because there's something
I need you to do.

I think you'll find
a hand saw works best.

Mr. Rizzuto, we're going to
have a conversation.

You're still up.

Mimi, I'm sorry.

I haven't been myself.

The way I treated you the other night...

Was wrong.

And not like you at all.

From now on, you and I...

we are going to work as a team.

No more secrets.

Should it be heavier?

Yes, it should be.

Allen, what is this?

I don't know.

But we are going to find out...

together.

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