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.
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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.
8, 1, 5, 4, 5, 6, 5, 9.
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