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Okay, now just up ahead,
you're gonna see something.
Something I can't explain.
Here we go.
I'm on a secret DOD site.
It's not on any map.
This isn't supposed to be here.
Look at that! You see that?
Come on...
Oh, no.
Sweetie, I don't want you to worry, okay?
I know you think it sounds crazy.
But I swear to you,
something weird is going on up here.
I finally found proof.
That's the last you heard from your dad?
Yeah.
He left this voicemail two days ago.
I haven't heard from him again,
and so I came over here.
I called the police, but they weren't concerned,
because of no signs of foul play.
They said he was an adult,
and unless there was evidence of something wrong,
there wasn't much they could do, so...
I decided to go another route.
Did you, uh, notice anything,
when you entered, anything at all?
- Besides the mess, no. - Hmm.
Did you father ever do this before?
Disappear, go off the grid?
Nothing like this.
He usually texts me when he's gonna go camping, or...
on one of his research road trips,
as he calls them.
Your father live here alone?
Yeah, he does now.
My mom died last year.
They used to get a kick out of all that alien stuff.
Kind of a quirky hobby of theirs.
After she passed,
it was really hard on my dad.
What kind of work does he do?
He's a retired electrical engineer.
But he didn't want to go back to an office.
So, he started hiking...
A lot.
He'd go up in the back country.
Is that where he was when he left the voicemail?
I don't know.
He told me that he saw something out there.
Something being hidden from the public.
At first, I ignored it.
I mean, I was just happy
that he was finally doing something
and being engaged.
But then, he got...
a little obsessed.
Any idea what that was about?
Government conspiracy stuff.
I know how that sounds.
It's okay. I know something about that.
To be honest, it all sounded crazy.
Sometimes it is.
Sometimes it's not.
Well, I drew a line when he started talking
about the government having him followed by
unmarked black vans 'cause...
he was onto their secret program.
If I take this job, I need all the information.
And I need to be able to trust
all the information that I'm given.
What are you not telling me?
Well...
Few months ago, he started harassing
an astrophysics professor in Philly.
Dr. Iris Blair.
Do you know what that was about?
No.
But her husband took out a restraining order against him.
Maybe he did something to my dad.
I'll look into it.
He's a good man,
my father.
Can you help me find him?
I'll do everything I can.
- Hey, Velma. - Hey!
I thought you'd like the sound of that $20,000 reward.
So, what do you think about Scott Palmer?
Daughter says there was a restraining order
taken out against her father.
Feels like there's a connection.
Remember that job last year in Reno?
The missing dentist?
- Yeah, I remember. - He was nuts.
What about this guy?
Thought the government was after him.
Oh, boy. Any proof?
Is there ever?
Good point.
I got Bobby looking for a location on Palmer,
and I looped in Reenie. See if she can get
more information on this restraining order.
I'm actually heading into Reenie's office later today.
It's sounding more like it's your office too.
Yeah, you know, I really like being there.
Starting to feel useful again.
Good, good. I'm happy for you.
All right, we'll talk soon.
Listen...
I came to help you out.
So, your client pleads guilty, I agree to six months in jail,
three years' probation, but...
only because I like you.
Aw!
Aren't you adorable?
Does that really work on women?
"Because you like me"?
It's really sweet that you think I'd actually go for that.
Do you need to get that?
Look,
let me do you a solid.
Time served plus six months' probation.
Come on, Reenie, I got a boss to answer to.
Well, I don't.
And what I also know that you may not know I know,
is that your only witness was wasted
after partying all night
when he supposedly saw my client commit the crime.
Now, do you really wanna waste tax payers' dollars
on a trial where
I eviscerate your only witness
on the stand in front of a jury?
I mean,
what would your boss say then?
Fine.
Time served and six months.
Great! I'll get it drawn up.
It was a pleasure doing business with you.
Always.
Colter, you do realize I have a real job?
Sorry about that. I'm just on a bit of a clock here.
You should put me on retainer then.
Save with these golden time rates I'm charging you.
Find any information about the restraining order?
I did.
Spoke with the judge who granted it.
Dr. Blair's husband filed the restraining order.
He presented to the court
Scott Palmer's call logs as proof of harassment.
And?
And he was quite the eager beaver.
Palmer called her up to 20 times a day.
Do you have those call logs?
"Did I get the call logs?"
- Sending them to you now. - Thank you.
Excuse me?
- Dr. Blair, right? - That's right.
- Can I help you? - I think so.
My name's Colter Shaw. I'm looking for Scott Palmer.
Did something happen?
He's been missing for two days.
His daughter hired me to help find him.
I'm not a cop, not an investigator.
I'm sorry, I'd help if I could, but, um...
I don't know anything about him going missing.
I really need to get to work.
Yeah, sure.
You have been on the phone with him quite a bit, right?
I have the call logs.
Then there was a restraining order that was filed.
Yes, the calls were getting more incessant.
I mean, he just wouldn't stop.
I understand that. Just...
One of the calls was ten minutes long.
A few were seven minutes long.
I know it doesn't take that long to...
get rid of someone, so...
Just curious what you two were discussing.
Okay.
He had some interesting ideas.
Are you familiar with UAPs?
UFOs?
Same thing.
Unidentified Anomalous Phenomenon.
There's still a stigma attached to the subject
of UAPs and NHI...
- Non-Human Intelligence. - Mmm-hmm.
...especially in academia.
That's what Scott wanted to talk to you about.
It's a subject I'm interested in, yes.
And Scott had ideas about UAPs?
Look, he can be very... intense, and vocal,
while I prefer to keep the data points discreet.
He was sharing information with you?
I... I'm...
What are you afraid of?
I'm sorry, um...
Look, I really can't discuss it and...
I need to get to work.
Look, I hope you do find him.
Thank you.
Hey, C. Glad I caught you.
Bobby, what have you got?
Well, Scott Palmer's phone was dead,
so I couldn't ping his location.
What about previous locations?
All his phone location records are gone,
as in, wiped clean.
This where you tell me how brilliant you are?
I found Scott Palmer's car.
No built-in GPS,
but he does have an after-market dash cam installed,
so I was able to hack the location in that,
and find the car's last location.
Unmarked road, government land.
Government land?
His daughter said he'd been hiking deep back country,
talking about government conspiracies.
Sounds like two plus two equals four to me.
- Sending you the location now. - Thank you.
Hey, what do you know about UAPs?
Oh, I mean...
How deep do you wanna go?
You wanna talk about Jacques Vallee?
J. Allen Hynek?
You can even get into David Grusch and...
Lue Elizondo and the Modern Disclosure Movement.
I mean, either we're living in a simulation,
or these things are inter-dimensional entities.
Some might even say religious.
So, you're a believer?
Come on, Colter, the universe is a big place,
an old place. You really think we're alone out here?
How come we haven't seen anything?
I mean there's plenty of footage online.
Footage? You're talking about YouTube videos,
with the fuzzy little light? That could be anything.
Could be weapons testing, right?
All right, all right.
Every Mulder needs a Scully. I'm cool with that.
But if you wanna check out something cool,
I highly suggest the Kumburgaz video.
It's a sighting that happened in Turkiye.
Uh, maybe some other time.
Right now, I just wanna find Scott Palmer.
This professor knows something. She's stonewalling.
See what you can dig up on her, will you?
Yo, C, what's up?
Hey, I'm at the location. Had a look around.
There's no sign of Scott Palmer's car.
Yeah, I see you.
You're in the right spot.
- Nothing? - No.
- Anything more on Dr. Blair? - Yeah.
Found a secure message board.
Looks like a group of scientists
used a portal to share intel with each other on UAPs.
Dr. Blair was part of it?
Yup. Traced the IP address from her office to the site.
Looks like invisible college kinda stuff.
Invisible college? What's that?
It's a network of scientists
who wanna keep their findings on UFOs secret.
If I was a betting man,
I'd say Dr. Blair was a part of it.
Hold on.
Found Scott's car.
He didn't want anyone to know he was here.
Hey, C? Are you there?
Colter?
Colter?
Bobby?
Ugh!
It doesn't make sense.
I can't find anything.
Colter's been gone for 12 hours now,
and there's like zero digital footprint.
Usually I can grab a signal from somewhere,
but now I can't find anything.
I had a deputy go to the coordinates you sent, Bobby.
He found Colter's truck.
No sign of Colter.
You sent him to Palmer's last position?
Yeah. Now the signal from Palmer's dash cam is gone too.
That's it. I'm gonna go.
Go where?
Colter's in trouble. I can feel it.
He wouldn't want you rushing into God-knows-what.
And if it were me or any of us out there, he wouldn't hesitate.
You both know that.
He'd do the smartest thing in front of him.
That's what I know.
Who are you calling?
Plan B.
Colter is really not gonna be happy about this.
Yeah? Well, too bad.
He hasn't ghosted us like this. Okay?
Something's wrong.
And I know who can find him.
Hey, wake up.
Can you hear me?
There you are.
You're Colter Shaw, right?
That's what it says on your license.
- Where am I? - Safe place.
Safest.
You're lucky we found you before you got blown to smithereens.
That land you were on?
A lot of unexploded ordnance.
I seen a deer step wrong once.
Red mist was all it was.
- What's this? - It's for your protection.
You had a really bad reaction to the tranq.
Do you mind taking these off?
I think I tweaked my knee when I went down.
Oh, yeah?
Tell you what.
I'll loosen this so you can reach, yeah?
It'll be our little secret.
But you won't get far
if you do what you're thinking of doing.
That guard behind that door?
He'll double your next dose.
I've seen guys sleep for three days.
Tranq dart, that's what you're hit me with?
Well, you breached a secure DOD facility.
Now, back in the day it was bullets.
Lucky for you,
new protocol is non-lethal deterrents.
Is that what happened to Scott Palmer?
Deterrents?
You working with him?
Was hired to find him. You probably already know that.
Tell me what you know about Scott.
You don't have him, do you?
I'm gonna put these back on.
Remember what I said about trying to escape.
So, where am I? Is this some kind of a military base?
I'm afraid I can't tell you that.
It's classified.
Scott Palmer thought something was going on here.
What did you say your name was?
Let me go work on getting you cleared.
In the meantime,
try to get some rest.
Come on, come on.
Oh!
What's happening?
Colter Shaw slipped his restraints.
Did he now?
It seems Mr. Shaw has got some skills.
Want me to tranq him again?
Not yet.
Let him have his fun.
All-righty. I have to make a call.
Yes, sir, I understand.
No, we're on schedule. Eight hours and counting.
I just have to do a little clean-up.
Whoa, whoa, easy, easy.
Russell?
Who else was gonna get you out of this pickle?
What're you doing here?
Let's chop up the who, what, why, when and how later.
- Right now, we gotta move. - They got a guard.
Wouldn't worry about him. Or the other two.
Brought you a present.
- Thank you. - No problem.
We gotta make tracks.
- We're outside the perimeter. - Yeah,
of an unnamed covert DOD program operating as a black site.
They don't care about perimeters, man.
They can touch anybody anywhere.
I know. I've been on their side.
How did you find me, anyway?
Military buddies? Or work for private contractors again?
A little of both. Maybe neither.
Reenie called and gave your coordinates.
Lucky I was close by, cleaning up a mess.
Reenie just called you, huh?
Yeah. She didn't know who else to call so, uh,
I guess I'm kinda that guy.
Think the results speak for themselves.
Here we go. Okay.
So I made some phone calls and, uh,
turns out my little brother
had wandered onto a black site.
And here I am.
"Thank you, Russ." "You're welcome."
So you and Reenie are phone buddies?
We keep tabs.
What's that mean?
Means I keep asking her to dinner
and she keeps ducking me.
It's all right.
She's busy hanging her own shingle
and I get it but, uh,
rescuing you, that's gonna get me a date 100 percent.
I wouldn't be so sure about that.
I'll take my chances,
especially when you tell her how brave and heroic I was.
Not doing any of those things.
When it comes to Reenie, you're on your own.
Let's focus on the job.
Velma filled me in. So what, some guy looking for UAPs?
You're talking to Velma now?
I guess they view me as a bit of an asset.
You know what happens to civilians
when they see stuff they're not supposed to. Like UAPs.
So you're telling me you believe in UFOs now?
UAP is the proper nomenclature, Colter. Okay?
And it's not about believing, it's about knowing.
- So you've seen stuff? - Oh, brother,
stuff I've seen would blow your hair back.
That's all I'm gonna say about that. Let's go.
Who's this guy we're looking for?
Scott Palmer. Can you help me find him?
I thought that's what we're doing.
Lucky for you my schedule's clear.
Where am I headed?
They don't have him on the base.
So we gotta find him before they do.
Maybe the aliens took him.
- I'm serious. - So am I.
You believe this stuff, huh?
You remember that time when we were kids,
Dad took us up to Eagle Head Rock
to show us the lights in the sky?
- I got no idea what you're talking about. - Come on. You remember.
You had your little spaceship pajamas on.
You asked Dad what the lights were
and he pointed to the spaceship on your little jammy shirt.
Could've been a meteor shower.
You keep telling yourself that.
I'll tell you one thing.
If it's between the Zeta Reticuli aliens
or some off-the-books DOD spooks,
I'm picking the lizard folk every time.
- Who's that? - Scott's daughter.
- Patti. - Colter, um,
did you find my dad yet?
No. Not yet. We're still looking though.
Okay. Well, there is a black SUV
with a couple of strange guys
parked outside of his house now.
It's been there since yesterday.
Maybe my dad was onto something.
Patti, you could be in danger.
I need you to get yourself out of there
without anyone seeing you. Can you do that?
I'll try.
Um, but what did my dad get himself into?
Can't talk to you about that right now.
Just, uh, you need to get out now.
Okay.
I still have my phone.
- Yeah? - They let me go on purpose.
It was too easy.
What you talking about? I busted you out.
If I make it look easy, doesn't mean it was.
No. They want me to find Scott for them.
That's what this whole thing is all about.
Let me see your phone.
You gotta get rid of the SIM card.
What are you doing?
- There you go. - I said get rid of the SIM card.
- Don't have to smash the phone. - Can't be too careful.
Take off your jacket.
Let me see the back of your neck. Come here.
Oh, yeah. Feel that?
Yeah. They got me with the dart.
No. Something else in there.
Hang on, this will sting a little bit.
What the hell?
There.
Oh, yeah.
You see that?
Seen anything like that before?
Yeah and trust me, there's a lot of worse places they could've put it.
Whoa, whoa.
Got an idea.
That was a better idea.
- Ought to keep them busy. - Oh, nice throw.
- What the hell? - It's okay. Don't be scared.
I'm not gonna hurt you.
I'm just looking for Scott. He's in serious trouble.
Who the hell are you?
I'm Russell. Went ahead and made myself a sandwich.
I hope you don't mind. This homemade sourdough,
- so nice. - I'm so sorry he did that.
I tried to stop him. He's an animal.
I had to top off the tank.
I told you, I don't know anything about Scott
- and what he's mixed up in. - You're gathering proof of extraterrestrials.
Am I right? Hmm?
Just gotta keep it anonymous to protect your reputation.
Scott is being hunted by government agents. You told him something.
Have something to do with this?
I tracked Scott to the last location he was at
and when I did, my phone went crazy,
popping up with all these symbols and these numbers.
What does it mean?
What's it mean?
We think this is a form of communication.
They've been coming through for the past six months.
- From extraterrestrials? - We're not sure.
We've been trying to build a primer
to decode the messages, but it's not complete.
- You told Scott about that? - Well, he wanted to help.
Even though I told him not to,
he did, uh...
Where is it? He sent a screenshot
of a recent message.
What does it say?
It's hard to say.
It could be coordinates.
Maybe they're inviting us for a visit.
Like I said, it's not complete
and we're still working on what it means.
The message that I received looked just like this except
the top line ended with two-nine-zero-one.
Are you sure about that?
Let's see, well, if we go with...
geodetic coordinates...
uh, that could be here.
Hmm.
That's about 200 miles away.
If Scott figured out the location,
odds are he's on his way there now.
It's very possible.
We'll check it out.
Scott's in danger because of what he knows,
which means you could also be in danger.
Yeah, I've thought about that.
Seriously. This whole thing is mixed up with
above black DOD programs.
They write their own rules of engagement.
You might wanna skip town for a while.
- Come on. - Yeah.
We're going to find Scott.
Watch yourself.
Please leave a message.
Honey, where are you?
- Something happened. - Call me back.
Oh.
- Are you going somewhere, Dr. Blair? - Please, please.
No, please! Please, no.
We're on the spot. I don't see anything.
No sign of Scott.
What are we thinking?
- Wrong place? - Wild goose chase?
Oh, here we go.
I better answer this. She could be worried.
You know how it goes, right?
Decline the call.
Why would you do that? Hey, hey, hey!
- You serious? Really? - Can never be too careful.
Look, whoever was tracking me
could be on Reenie's signal by now, which means they're tracking you.
- She's now gonna think-- - Okay.
Hope that made you feel good.
One second.
Do you hear that?
Yeah. What is that?
I don't know. Come on.
What the hell are they doing?
Looks like a UAP landing site.
You a believer now?
The surge begins in T minus 10 minutes.
What is going on here?
- He's gotta be hiding around here somewhere. - All right.
Isn't this what you do? You find people.
We should split up.
Okay. I'll take the north, you take the south.
If there's something to kill, let's do that.
- Let's not do that. - Until we have to.
- Just meet me back here in 20 minutes. - All right.
All personnel move into the safety perimeter.
Still got nothing off Colter's phone.
Seriously?
It popped back online for a minute
then disappeared again.
Great. Now, Russell's ignoring my calls too.
He should have checked in by now.
Uh, I got an idea. I'll call you back.
- Reenie. - Yeah.
A call showed up on a police scanner
from Lebanon County
for a car registered to Dr. Blair.
A police scanner?
Smart. What was the call?
Not good. A 10-54.
10-54, possible dead body?
Yeah. And then later followed up as a 10-56.
- Suicide. - Yeah. There's no way.
Someone got to her.
The surge begins in T minus five minutes.
Drop it.
Where's your brother?
My brother?
Oh, he likes to go his own way. Always has.
Yeah. Try being his brother. I say left, he goes right.
- It's a mess. - Like your father, Ashton Shaw.
You got a long family history of getting in the government's way.
What, you don't think I know who you are?
Come on. Where's Scott Palmer?
Never heard of him.
It'd be a shame to wreck this whole
science fair project you've got going here.
See, I know what's going on here.
You guys sent up a little cosmic Morse code
and somebody answered back.
Am I right?
You have no idea what you're talking about.
Didn't you build that big landing pad
for a little alien meet and greet?
No matter what you think you've seen,
no one will ever believe you.
Yeah.
Maybe you're right.
But I'm gonna give you a pro tip.
If you're gonna shoot me, you should shoot now.
One more step and I will kill you.
T minus three minutes.
Oh?
Should have shot me when you had the chance.
What do we have here?
Spicy.
T minus two minutes.
T minus two minutes.
Please. Don't shoot me.
I'm not here to hurt you. I'm here to help you.
Your daughter hired me to find you. Let's go.
No. I have to see this.
There is a vessel coming. I know it.
It's not a vessel coming.
It's what they want you to think.
Look, I know too much, but they can't keep this a secret.
- Some secrets aren't worth dying for. - Well, this one is!
The world needs to know that this is real.
My wife would've wanted that.
Scott...
your daughter hired me to bring you home.
She doesn't want to live without you.
You're all she has left.
Now come on. Let's go.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Cover your ears.
We missed it.
They're in here somewhere. Find them.
That's our cue. We gotta go. Take this.
Come on, follow me.
Go. Go.
Hey, guys. Clock's ticking. They know we're here. We gotta roll.
Come on. I gotta see what happened.
The alien craft could still be here.
Now or never, man. Let's move.
There's no time. We gotta go. Come on.
Calling all personnel.
There has been a security breach.
Come on, come on.
Stay where you are!
Come on, come on, come on.
They're on the move!
Let's go, let's go.
Come on. Hurry up.
We're losing them outside the perimeter.
Oh, God. Is that them?
I can take out those tires from here.
No, we might need the van.
Colter Shaw?
You got a phone call.
Who the hell is this?
Oh, thank God.
- You had me so worried. - Reenie.
- You know I don't like to worry-- - Reenie?
Hey, Russell, sorry I missed your call.
It's Colter's fault. Thanks for the van.
- Okay. - Missed my call? Russell, shut up.
- Van? You know how expensive that van was? - All right.
To get a guy sent out? Seriously? Two dumb Shaw brothers together
and neither of you can text one person back.
Son of a bitch!
Dad!
- Hey. - Oh.
Oh, God. I'm sorry.
That's okay. I'm just so thankful that you're safe.
- Thank you. - You're welcome. Thank you.
Take care of each other. Okay?
We will.
So, what do you think? Still a non-believer?
I saw something out there.
I don't think it proves anything.
You see anything out there?
I heard it. I felt it.
You know, saw the light.
Could've been testing a new weapon defense system.
Or, or...
could've been a transporter from another planet
that landed 50 yards from us. Huh?
Well...
Oh, I, uh...
grabbed something.
- Check that out. - What did you nab?
Oh, it's great.
It's great. It's rock.
No. It's like alloy.
I mean, look at it closer.
The structures, that's engineered, man. That could be, uh...
could be a piece of a craft.
Now I believe less.
Well, I got a guy who's gonna run some tests for me so...
- You got an alloy guy? - Yeah. I got an alloy guy.
- You don't have an alloy guy? - I don't need one.
You got a guy who can drive me to my truck?
Come on.
Sweet ride. Wouldn't mind getting behind the wheel of this thing.
That's never gonna happen.
- I got a text from Velma. - - Oh, yeah?
I'm sure they're happy to have you back safe and sound.
Yeah. They found Dr. Blair's body in her car.
Ruled a suicide.
Damn.
Well, they got to her.
Velma's worried they might still be on our tracks.
No.
They were just worried about somebody getting in the way
of whatever happened out there.
That's why they went after Scott. That's why they killed the doc.
Now the circus has left town, they don't care.
- It's all over. - That's what I told her.
And Scott didn't have any proof. Right?
So he's just gonna sound like any other nut job
with a conspiracy theory.
Wish I knew that government guy's name.
Bigger question is how does he know about our family?
What do you mean?
Had a little chat with him before I knocked his ass out.
He knew about dad.
- Really? - Yeah.
I mean, look, textbook spook move, right?
Drop a little crumb, see where it goes.
- Maybe it was more than just a crumb. - What do you mean?
Dory's got this box full of Dad's stuff.
You know anything about that?
- What's in it? - I don't know.
Probably a bunch of junk.
Who cares?
I think it's weird that she's got this box
and she didn't mention it to either one of us.
- You know what I think? - What?
I think she didn't want you going down some rabbit hole like you surely would.
What are you doing? Truck's down there. It's in the woods.
This baby doesn't drive on gravel.
You picked me up from that black site.
Well, that was an emergency. This is not an emergency.
So, uh, get to walking.
You serious?
Okay. All right. Yeah.
No. I see how it is.
No problem.
- Where you off to now? - Colorado.
- What's in Colorado? - Reenie.
Gonna collect on that date she promised me.
Said she'd go to dinner with me since I saved your ass.
Huh. You did not save my ass.
Eh! Little bit.
And you know what to do if she calls.
Smoke your brother up.
- I'll see what I can do. - Appreciate it.
I'll see you when I see ya.
Oh, Russ, uh...
Thank you for saving my ass.
Little bit.
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