All language subtitles for Project UFO 2x05 - Sighting 4018 The Incident On The Cliffs

These are unidentified flying objects.

Are they proof that we are being
visited by civilizations from other stars?

Or just what are they?

Lisa, do you know what time it is?

No.

Are you all right? Where have you been?

I'll be all right.

What's the matter?

I was just out riding on the bluff.

Darling, at least leave a
note. I was worried about you.

Roger, I saw them again.

Those lights, there were
four of them, and I saw them...

Let's talk about it at dinner.

Don't you want to know what happened?

Not right now.

I know what you're thinking,
but I can prove it this time.

Lisa, we've been through this before.

Look, I took movies.

It's here on film. I know it is.

Lisa, listen to me.

They never existed.

Just forget about them, please.

But I can prove that they
do exist. I know I can.

Dr. Simmons has been telling you for more
than a year. They're only in your mind.

Aren't you feeling well, Mom?

She's fine, Amy.

Don't worry.

I'm going to start the salad.

Harry, below. 10 o'clock.

Exeter, New Hampshire.

Roger.

I see it, sir.

Look at those farms.

Reminds me of one of my
Grandma Sue's patchwork quilts.

Coming up ahead, Harry.
Rockbound coast of Maine.

Got it, sir.

Rugged but beautiful. Banger
International Airport, dead ahead.

Okay, Harry, grab the
rails. Speed board's coming out.

We've been cleared number
one to Pancake at Banger.

You know, when I was at MIT,

I was always trying to
get ahead of my classwork

so I could spend a lone weekend up here.

Did you make it?

Once. It's October.

Leaves turning, air crisp.

Met a girl at Cambridge who
was a senior at Bennington.

Vermont, right? Right.

We both planned to cut classes
Monday and Friday and meet halfway. See,

this terrific little inn, Ligon Arms on
the Massachusetts-New Hampshire border. Eh,

cozy little place, you know.

Took a lot of planning, I bet.

Planned like a mission, Harry.
Driving time, supplies, write albums.

Figured everything.

Except New England weather.

Record snow. Blizzard.

You didn't give up, did you?

She never got out of Bennington.

I spent the whole four
days in a little motel

outside of Worcester,
next to an iron foundry.

Tough break, sir. Hope the
guys at the iron foundry

appreciated the music you brought along.

Got a warm heart, Sergeant.

Hello?

Hi. Is this a Foreman residence?

Yes, I'm Amy Foreman.

Hello, Amy. I'm Captain Ryan.
This is Sergeant Fitz. Hello, Amy.

How do you do? Uh, may I
ask what this is about?

We're from Project Blue
Book. U.S. Air Force.

Your mother wrote us a letter
that she'd filmed some UFOs.

Oh, the movies!

Would you like to come in?

Thank you.

Would you like to wait in the living room?

Okay.

Mom, Captain Ryan and
Sergeant Fitz are here.

Feels just like I
walked into a history book.

I reckon these are
genuine antiques, don't you?

That's for sure, Harry.

Hello. I'm Lisa Foreman.

How do you do, Mrs. Foreman? I'm
Captain Ryan. This is Sergeant Fitz.

Hello.

Nice to meet you both. I'm going
to be late for school. Okay, honey.

Have a nice day. I will.
Nice to meet you both.

Nice to meet you too, Amy.

Bye.

Bye, Amy.

Well, I'm glad you came.

You know, I was worried that that letter
I sent you wouldn't be taken seriously.

Not at all.

Your descriptions were
perceptive and intriguing.

And when you wrote that you
had the incident on film,

I naturally wanted to check it out.

Movies of UFOs are rare, ma'am.

Well, I'm sure that you're
anxious to see the film.

Sergeant, would you mind
pulling down the blinds?

And if you don't mind,
Captain, putting the

screen in front of the
fireplace. All right.

Thank you. You were admiring
your furnishings, Miss Foreman.

Oh, thank you.

The really good pieces are 18th century.

The house itself was
built over 200 years ago.

The original house. Of course,
it's been remodeled many times since,

but it stayed in the family all that time.

Some of the past residents?

My ancestors, the Trescotts.

This over here is my
great-great-great-grandfather, Samuel Trescott.

He was an officer in the Massachusetts
militia during the Revolutionary War.

Served right here in this township.

Well, shall we sit down?

You say he was a member of the
Massachusetts militia, ma'am?

Yes, that's right.

Not many people realized
that Maine was a part of

the Commonwealth of
Massachusetts until 1820.

Then we became an independent
state. Is it okay to begin?

Sure.

She's a natural Mrs. Foreman.

Thank you.

Well, what do you think?

It's very unusual, Mrs. Foreman.

Did you use regular
indoor or outdoor film, ma'am?

Whatever you can get at the camera store.

Captain, that film has an ASA of 160.

Judging from the
intensity of those lights,

we're talking about 6,000 lumens or more.

How bright were they to the naked eye?

Almost blinding, Captain.

At the end of the film, it looks like
you dropped the camera while shooting.

I did.

I don't know why, but I fainted.

Did you feel sick in any
way, headache, nausea?

No, just a little dizziness afterwards.

I really didn't think
it was anything serious.

Mrs. Foreman, with your permission,

we'd like to have this film examined by
photographic experts at Wright-Patterson.

Will I get it back?

Good, isn't it?

We'd like to have the camera also.

Oh, of course.

Here it is.

Thank you.

Sergeant, will you label
these, please? Yes, sir.

Captain, may I ask you a question, please?

Of course.

Will you want to talk to my
husband about your investigation here?

I suppose we might like to do that, yeah.

I haven't told Roger that I contacted you.

Oh.

About a year and a half ago, my
father died, and it hit me pretty hard.

It was about the same
time that I saw the two

previous sightings that I wrote you about.

Both my doctor and my husband
insisted that I had hallucinated them.

And your husband didn't
believe you this time either?

That's why I asked you to come here
this morning after he left for work.

Where did all this take place, ma'am?

Oh, out at Mansfield's Bluff.
It's not very far from here.

Could you take us there now?

Certainly.

It was dusk, about 7
o'clock last Thursday.

I was standing here,
and Princess, my horse,

was behind me when they
approached from the west, over there.

How large would you say they were?

Well, it's hard to say. They
moved so quickly and were so bright.

I can only estimate that they were each
one about one, maybe two feet across.

Was your horse frightened at any time?

Princess seemed to know that
they were coming before I did.

She became very restless and
excited, as if she was afraid.

But she stayed with me.

If I understand correctly, The
one object came out of the west,

making a path this way, and then
split into four right about here,

and then circled around you,
glowing intensely. Is that correct?

Yes.

They were blue and white, just like in
the film. I remember those colors distinctly.

Where were you when you
fainted, Mrs. Foreman?

Yes, right here.

They were circling around me like so.

The next thing I recall, Princess was
nibbling my ear, and the lights were gone.

In your letter, you mentioned two
other sightings on this same cliff.

April 16th and May 17th of last year.

Were they similar encounters?

Yes, I saw the same four
blue and white lights.

Each previous sighting
occurred also at dusk.

And each time, I was waiting for them.

What do you mean, waiting?

Captain, I know that it
may be hard for you to

believe anything that I say at this point,

but I'm telling you that I have
always known that those UFOs were coming.

I've had... premonitions.

Always.

Hello, I'm Roger Foreman,
Lisa Foreman's husband.

How do you do, sir? Won't you
come in? I'm Captain Ryan. Yes, I

know who you are, and Sergeant Fitz.

Mr. Foreman?

It wasn't easy for me to come here.

I just wanted to ask how long you
intended to stay in Northcliffe.

Well, it depends on when we
complete our investigation, sir.

I was hoping I might convince you
to complete it as soon as possible.

Mr. Foreman, if you're asking
us to end our investigation,

I'm afraid it's no longer in our hands.

They don't seem to understand.

You're a witness.

My wife was under psychiatric care.

We're already aware of that, sir.

She told you herself?

Yes, sir.

Well, why not?

Practically everyone in
this area seems to know.

Doesn't her past mental
health affect her credibility?

We're not really here to judge anyone,
sir. We just came to see your wife's film.

You know something funny?

She didn't even show it to me.

Would it really have mattered?

Why?

Because I wouldn't
have believed her anyway.

You tell me, sir.

You're right.

I honestly feel she rigged this whole
charade so someone would believe her.

Excuse me, sir.

Sergeant, I'm an attorney.

Do you know what it's like coming
home from a rough day in court?

And having my daughter tell me that
the kids at school were teasing her?

Saying wonderful things like,
how's your crazy mommy, Amy?

She's still weaving baskets.

Amy and I have had to live with that.

Truly sorry, sir.

I thought we'd put it all
behind us a year and a half ago,

that Lisa was getting better.

Then, last week, she came home
talking about those lights again.

Nobody sees them except her, I swear it.

And I'm telling you, I don't
want us to go through that again.

Look at me. I don't even know you.

Here I am, spilling my insides out.

Now and again, sir, we all
need to talk to someone.

Sometimes a stranger's best.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

Thanks for listening.

Captain, I have radar
reports in from the Canadian

border all the way down to Boston.

Nothing has shown up
anywhere near Northcliff.

Coast Guard?

We came up zero there, too.

If there was a UFO in the
area, only your witness saw it.

Or we missed it on the deck.

Colonel Hutton.

Yeah, hang on.

Right, Pat. Oh, thanks.

Captain Ryan.

Ben, this is Jerry Gibbons. We've got a
prelim analysis on Mrs. Foreman's 8mm movie.

Shoot.

Looks legit. Every frame checked out
okay. We're still analyzing it, but as of now,

the film wasn't tampered
with and the camera wasn't

faulty. No light leaks, no lens flares.

But don't ask me what those
four blue and white lights are.

You can pass that buck on to us, Jerry.

I will get the film back to
you as soon as we can. Thanks.

What'd they say, sir?

The lab thinks the lights are real.

You're sure?

Yes, ma'am.

Wright-Patterson seems
convinced that your films are valid.

I can't tell you how this makes me feel.

Ma'am?

All those doctors were so positive that I
hadn't seen anything, that I'd made it up.

But now you've proved that Dr.
Simmons and all of them were wrong.

Even if we don't know
exactly what it was you saw.

Captain, would you do me a favor, please?

Of course, if I can.

I'd like you to talk to my psychiatrist.

Tell him about all this.

Oh, I don't know if we could, really.

You're telling me that I
really did see something.

I'd like him to hear it from
you personally, officially.

Please.

Well.

His name's Dr. Alfred Simmons. I'll
give you his address and telephone number.

Okay, we'll talk to her.

I appreciate that. Thank you.

Thanks for your time, man.

So you came all the
way over here to tell me

your experts believe
Lisa actually saw a UFO.

That's right, Dr. Simmons.

And that she was not suffering
from any type of hallucination.

That's correct.

Let me tell you
something about Lisa, Captain.

She's a very bright young lady.

Has a liberal arts degree from Smith.

Good family, good husband.

You want to know what
caused her breakdown?

Well, if you think it's important, Doctor.

Yes.

Her mother died when she was
14, a very vulnerable age,

a time when a girl
needs a mother the most.

Fortunately, Mr. Truscott, her
father, was an excellent parent,

always there when she needed him.

Unfortunately, a bond like that isn't
easily broken, and when he suddenly died,

she just couldn't accept it.

But that doesn't make her
psychotic, does it, Doctor?

Depends on how you look at it.

When did she say she saw these UFOs?

Eight days ago, and last year
twice. On April 16th and May 17th, sir.

She did tell you that...

April 16th was the day her father died,

and May 17th was the evening she
was committed to the hospital.

No, sir, she didn't.

A small oversight, I presume.

And she has described these
several encounters to you.

I've known all about them.

Four blue and white
lights, correct? That's right.

And they hovered close to the
ground, and they spun around her,

glowing and pulsating and
trying to communicate with her.

Yeah.

But you don't think her
sightings are valid, Doctor?

Captain, the woman was
mentally and physically ill.

Her blood pressure was sky high. She had
acute insomnia. Look, I know Lisa Foreman,

and much as I hate to admit it, a smart
girl like that could have faked that film.

I think our lab at Wright-Patterson
would have picked that up if she had.

I'm sure your lab is one of the best, but
I've done a little photography of my own.

Are you trying to tell me that any
photographic effects can't be faked?

Our technician says there was
no lens flare, no light leaks.

The film was
untouched, no double exposures.

How do you even know she took the movie?

I guess we don't.

You don't?

Are there any radar reports
confirming possible UFOs?

No, sir.

Any other witnesses?

No.

Seems to me, Captain, all you
really have is Lisa's word.

No, that's wrong, Doctor.

We have a motion picture showing four
unidentified objects. Unexplainable, unknown.

And until they are
identified, they'll remain that way.

You have my professional
opinion. That's all I can give you.

We appreciate it very much, Sergeant.

Thank you very much for your time.

Captain, Sergeant.

I really wish there was
something else on that bluff.

For Lisa's sake, and Roger's, and Amy's.

But you'll never find anything, Captain.

Where are those in?

Well, I'm sorry, Captain Ryan and
Sergeant Fitz both are out for the evening.

We're taking Miss Emily
Butler from the library to supper.

Care to leave a message?

Uh, no, thank you. I'll call back later.

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Have you ever had any
cases where members of

the same family saw
UFOs on different nights?

I don't think I've had any cases.

Why don't you tell Sergeant Fitz
and I everything that happened?

Do you want to start recording?

That is the procedure
we like to follow, Amy.

Well...

I stayed up a little past my
regular bedtime, 9.30, to check my mom.

She was sleeping, so I went
into my room to get ready for bed.

She was taking off the bedspread.

Out of the corner of my eye, I
thought I saw, well, a UFO. Oh.

I would have waked my mom up.

It was the first time in a long
time she was having a good sleep.

And then I tried to call you, you know.

But I didn't want to miss him if
there were going to be any more.

And there were more.

Three more. It was fabulous.

Could you describe them, please, Amy?

Everything.

Well, they were all the same,
but they came one at a time.

They were bigger than the
biggest plane I ever saw.

They didn't have wings.

It was oval.

A streamlined kind of body, you know.

It was shining like the
brightest light I ever saw.

Besides white, there was
a kind of a golden color.

It had lots of windows, like
passenger windows in a plane.

How far away would you guess?

Oh, way out to sea.

They finally flew out of
sight, over the horizon.

In what direction, Amy?

Well, it started to
the left. That's north.

And went south.

How fast?

Polly, I'm not sure.

But it took like one, two, three, four,

five seconds to go all
the way across the sky.

Could you draw some pictures, Amy?

Oh, sure.

I'll go get some crayons to do the color.

Is it all finished?

No, they want me to make some drawings.

Captain, would you still like me to wait?

No, the personal interview's over, ma'am.

Having someone else to corroborate
the story is very important, isn't it?

Even if she is my own daughter.

Amy's sightings differ
quite a bit from yours, ma'am.

Oh? How?

One principal difference, Mrs. Foreman.

You said you always have a
premonition before you see the lights.

They seem to call you to
the cliffs, I think you said.

Last night, obviously,
you had no feeling at all.

No, that's right.

I was sleeping very soundly
the first time in months.

You don't think
there's a connection, then?

Mrs. Foreman, we've just begun.

You understand, Captain.

That's for your eyes only.

On a strict need-to-know basis.

Am I clear on that? Yes, General.

Now, we've covered the area, and I
don't know of any other witnesses.

I can handle the problem of Amy Foreman,
but if someone else should shout cover up.

National security requires that
remaining undercover for now, Captain.

Blue Book has taken pot shots before.

Yes, General. Plenty of times.

Buy a new flak suit.

Was that any help, sir? Yes and no.

Come again?

They verified something. Yeah, what?

They're keeping a lid on it, Harry.

We can't tell anybody?

That classified?

I can't tell anybody.

That classified.

Mrs. Foreman, we went
to the town hall to see

what we could find out about the bluffs.

If there could be any
natural causes for the lights.

Natural causes?

High-powered lines or
underground cables or marsh gases.

People interpret UFOs from
amazingly simple things.

On weather balloons.

Mine was going way too fast
for a balloon. I know it was.

What did you find at Town Hall?

We didn't find what we'd hoped we'd find,

but we did find a
delightful lady named Emily Butler.

You met Emily.

She told us about the militiamen on
the bluffs that disappeared in 1777.

The story is that my
great-great-great-great-grandfather, Samuel Trescott,

and three of his friends
deserted and didn't fight.

Then he ran away without
even his musket or sword.

Somebody found grandfather's sword out
on the bluffs several years ago. You see?

We think they probably saw a
British landing party in the bay,

fought bravely defending the Commonwealth.

Nobody can prove that because they did
just disappear and were never heard of again.

Miss Butler made a point of the blue
and white uniforms of the militiamen.

You ever thought of the
coincidence of the blue and white lights?

No, I haven't.

It is interesting.

But Amy's UFOs were golden and red.

I mean, she said that...
And some were white, Mom.

A real glary color.

Captain, Amy's sightings and mine,
they are connected, aren't they? I mean,

you can at least tell us that much.

Mrs. Foreman, I can't tell
you any more than I have.

As soon as I can,
you'll be the first to know.

Captain Ryan, if we were
being invaded by UFOs,

you'd let us know sometime, wouldn't you?

I'm sure somebody with a lot more
rank would let everybody know, Eve.

Good. Because nobody
believed me at school.

And I wouldn't fib
about a thing like that.

Amy, I know you wouldn't fib.

We're issuing a statement to
the press at 1200 Eastern.

Sir, under the circumstances, I'd like
permission to inform the witness personally.

I feel an obligation.

Thank you, sir.

Now, sir, can you fill me in?

They want the lid on till 11, Harry.

Amy gets to lift it.

Well, hope you decided to
join us for the picnic.

Hi, Mrs. Foreman. Hi, Amy.

Hi, Captain Ryan. Hi, Sergeant Fitz.
Please, sit down. Oh, can you join us?

We brought enough.

It's like a perfect Saturday for a
picnic. We've got a plane waiting at Bangor.

All gassed up. He'll be
leaving in about 90 minutes.

Actually, we just
stopped by to say goodbye,

and we returned your film and
your camera, and with our thanks.

Captain, what will your report say?

Something was on that film.

You saw something.

For now, what those images
are is simply not known.

Well, I thought your
technicians could unravel anything.

Miss Foreman, think of it this way.

There's lots of phenomena nobody can
explain. Not just UFOs, all around us.

Nobody really knows what electricity is.

Nobody completely
understands magnetic fields.

And your eye has been
sensitive to certain impulses

that maybe nobody else
in the world can see.

This film emulsion has
responded to something

that might not be visible to anyone else.

It might not be picked
up by any other means.

You're unique.

You're very special.

But you're still not able
to tell me what I saw, huh?

Amy, a two-star general
gave me permission to

reveal some classified information to you.

In just a few seconds.

You're not just saying that?

You're going to read about it
in all the New England papers.

You're going to hear about it
on television and on radio.

But you are going to be the
first civilian to hear about it.

No kidding. What?

Last Tuesday night, about 21.30 hours.

9.30 p.m., yes.

There was a submarine 30 miles
offshore here, and it was not one of ours.

Two RF-101s were scrambled to pinpoint
the location of the unknown submarine.

Those aircraft then
rendezvoused with an RC-121.

That aircraft dropped several
parachute-retarded magnesium flares.

One of the most
powerful lights in the world.

Ten million candle power each.

And through the atmosphere
from your distant location,

those flares would give the
appearance of strange-looking objects.

Amy, your drawings look
an awful lot like pictures

that have been taken
during such night maneuvers.

We had to keep the operation
classified until it was successfully completed,

until positive identification and
intention of that submarine was known.

Very interesting, sir.

I thought you'd like to have these.

Trade for your drawings
that we're gonna keep, okay?

You're really gonna keep mine?

Even if there was what you
call a logical explanation?

Hey, you're gonna be in
the blue book file, Amy.

You are too, Mrs. Foreman.

But in a different category.

Nothing logical at all.

If there were answers to
everything, we'd have a lot less to do.

Well, goodbye.

Goodbye, Kent.

Thank you. You've been very kind.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, Amy.

Please say goodbye to Mr. Foreman for us.

Yes, of course I will.

Thank you.

Bye. I sure wish I had seen yours.

So do I, Pumpkin.

So do I.

You haven't heard the news.

Know what?

Well, it's going to be
in the Sunday papers,

and I just heard it on
the evening news now.

But Captain Ryan and Sergeant Fitz
came over to personally tell Amy.

Yeah?

It seems that what she saw were secret
military maneuvers, magnesium photo flares.

I gather that they were
tracking Soviet submarines.

No kidding.

Just that, huh?

Mm-hmm.

Well, it had to be something simple.

They also said that my file
would be listed as an unknown.

There is something on that film.

Honey, with Amy away, and... I
mean, I'll be out for the evening, too.

You sure you'll be all right?

Of course I'm gonna be all right. Will
you look at me? I mean, I am fine and dandy,

and I'm looking forward to having an
evening where I don't have to do any cooking.

Now, do you honestly
feel that I am incapable

of taking care of myself for a few hours?

Sure you are.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry that you don't
believe my experiences,

but you have to trust me when
I tell you that I'm all right,

that I can take care of myself.

I want to be well, and I am well.

Please believe that.

I want to believe it, darling. It's
just that you've had such a rough time.

Okay.

You go to that meeting and
make a brilliant speech,

and I don't want you
thinking about me for one minute.

All right?

Okay, darling.

I'll see you later.

You do good.

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