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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'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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