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ready for service.

Whoa! How are you doing, buddy?

Nice place.

Do you ever talk?

I know 62 ways to kill a man,

and you're barely a man.

If my men don't die, I'm a happy man.

I don't think he likes me.

What the hell is going on down there?

Oh, no.

No! No! No!

Doc! Hang on. It could be a trap.

That's why you're here. Let's go.

It's okay. It's okay. It's okay. Stay with me.

I've got you.

It's okay.

Shoot him! Shoot him!

Wait! Wait!

Wait! Wait!

Oh, no.

Hey, Gomez. I think we're okay down here.

Yeah. It looks like they've settled down.

I'm going to send down J Rod

for a check-up.

Well, all right.

Dr. Keane, it's Gomez.

Did you take care of Patient Zero?

Dr. Keane? Dr. Keane, are you reading me?

- J Rod, are you there?

- Yes, I am here.

- Can I get a read...

- It's okay. It's okay.

I was just... Where have you been?

I've been looking...

It's good, isn't it?

Apologies, Lieutenant Gomez.

I did not hear the end of your question.

Sorry. It's good. It's okay.

Very well.

So here's my theory.

I think everything we do here

is just window dressing.

Stop thinking. You're bad at it.

Well, if everything on display here

was state of the art,

it would be obvious

we're hiding something important.

It's a classic poker move.

If you're holding something strong,

you represent weakness.

Okay. Here's my theory.

We're assigned to an ancient weapon

'cause there's actually nothing here

worth defending.

We should be grateful,

'cause this provides us with a guarantee

that nobody will ever shoot at us.

And who are you

to talk about poker strategy

after I took 50 bucks off you last weekend?

Hey! You got lucky.

You cried like a baby.

Airmen don't cry.

- They bleed tears.

- They bleed tears. Yeah.

Thank God. Let's go grab some grub.

Hey, Gomez?

I ain't got a degree in aliens or nothing,

but I think there's something wrong

with one of these guys.

Are you gonna send J Rod

down here or what?

Lady Death hit her gate pretty hard.

We better make sure she...

Gomez, what the hell?

Did you open up Little Devil's gate?

That's amazing.

I mean, I can count the leaves

in my swimming pool.

What about you, Claire?

Want to see your backyard from space?

You can see my house on Google Earth.

Not with this clarity.

You really need to trim these hedges.

Detecting a life form.

My friend Astrid is cat sitting.

She's talking on the phone.

You want to hear what she's saying?

Two best sellers

and a big advance on the next one.

Trust me, her place is gorgeous.

It's just sad that she has no one to share

it with except for all these cats.

Colonel, forgive me, but you have

to assure me that the U.S. Government

is not using this technology

to spy on U.S. Citizens.

The government is not using this

technology to spy on our citizens yet.

Claire?

Well, Claire, you have no pending

arrest warrants

and your facial structure

indicates only a two percent chance

of you ever carrying out a terrorist attack.

And you were in Afghanistan

sometime in the last month?

How the hell would it know that?

The software provides

"skin texturing analysis,

"reveals recent weathering

"due to environmental elements

unique to Kabul."

The bigger question is

why didn't I know about it?

That should have come out

when we vetted you.

Well, it was a secret trip.

Well, cherish your secrets, Claire.

The future brings us

fewer and fewer of them.

What about your secrets, Colonel?

I know you're not telling us everything.

Is that what you want?

You truly believe that civilians

need a window on the military?

Has it ever occurred to you

that if the American public knew

what we were up to, so would our enemies?

Actually, sir,

that's exactly what's occurred to me.

I don't think that you've let us in

because you caved to public pressure.

I think all this is your way of exploiting

journalists as de facto Psy-Ops agents.

You plant the stories you want us to write,

we distribute your propaganda

free of charge,

and hostile foreign governments

quietly take note of the U.S. Military's might.

I mean, maybe Libya and Syria will think

twice about how they deal with us

if their leaders believe that

we have a high-yield chemical laser

that can vaporize a human target

from space.

I don't know if you have aliens here, sir,

but I do know you have secrets.

And it's time the public knew the truth.

All due respect.

Well said. But you've got one thing wrong.

It's not about what I want.

I answer to superiors. I follow orders.

You, you write about whatever

you want on your blog.

You answer to no one.

You bear the full responsibility

of everything you do that is right,

and everything you do that is wrong.

We all do, Colonel. Every last one of us.

Excuse me.

This is Colonel Martin.

Yes, I did.

No. Of course not. I...

What? No, I didn't agree to...

Yes, sir, understood.

I've been ordered

to let you explore beyond Level 1.

How many levels are there?

Two.

Somebody is watching us, aren't they?

You're not coming with us?

I've been ordered not to.

Who the hell was on that call?

I think they bought it.

I'm telling you, they're here.

And not just on this Earth.

They're right here on this base.

Here he goes again with his little green men.

Gray. Well, at least the ones

at Roswell were.

And Rendlesham.

Not really sure about the ones

at Kecksburg, though, but I do suspect.

Dude, you read too many comic books.

Yeah? Well, you ever learn to read,

I'll share them with you.

Cork it, boys. You know how the chief

feels about wild speculation.

He's against it.

Well, I can tell you this much,

if the aliens ever do come to get us,

I ain't trusting you to fight them off for us.

What's that supposed to mean?

That's enough, Travis.

Well, I'm just saying when it's go time,

you shoot the enemy.

Not your own damn foot.

You want to go? You want to go with me?

I don't hit cowards.

- I said that's enough.

- He started it.

You're looking at a higher rank, Airman.

You don't shut up,

you're going to have to deal with me.

I don't hit fake heroes, either.

Hey! Hey! Don't...

Attention!

You got something we need

to talk about, Travis?

Negative, Chief.

- What about you, Schumacher?

- Yeah. He's...

Negative, Chief.

You're a leader. Try and act like it.

Yes, Chief.

At ease, Airmen.

You think we shouldn't have let

them go down there unescorted?

Sir, what I think doesn't matter, sir.

No, no. Speak freely, Kamecki.

I don't think they should be here at all.

I don't want them

within 100 miles of this base.

Public poking they noses into our business!

- They should be thanking God that we...

- Stop.

Stop speaking freely, Kamecki.

Yeah, Dr. Haven?

I need you in the lab right now.

Yes, sir. Right away.

Bring along the Angel Eyes

camera system with you

and pretend you're working on it.

Make like it's a big secret.

Yes, sir.

Wear a white lab coat.

It completes the image.

Yes, of course, sir. I'm already on it.

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