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Hit William hard.

Please.

That's it, agent.

Thank you!

I'm sorry, William.

Sometimes you really have

to hit that reset button.

Now that you are clear

on what our expectations are,

you should accept them.

On the one hand,

you could disclose the

events of the twelve

hours or so,

And on the other hand,

just not really hand at all, it's

more of a toolbox

of devices

that you really never

want to have to see.

Tell me everything

you know, William.

I know all of you people.

Strange, William.

Very, very strange

you with your

history.

You've been staring

at the sky

for decades now.

Posting your theories online?

Unbelievable ideas,

some would say.

We've had our eye on you

most of your life, now.

Sorry. No autographs today.

Last night, there was a

coronal mass injection.

You know about it. You were

a part of it. Historic.

Bigger than the Carrington event.

This is kidnapping.

It knocked something

out of the sky. Didn't it, William?

Do you want to know what I

can't get my head around?

There are so many

people out there just like yourself,

Colorful folks, just like you,

who have knowledge of

or had experience with visitors.

Yours was what?

Thirty-nine years ago?

How wonderfully vindicating

it must be for you...

to have one crash in

your backyard just last night!

Or is that just too

much coincidence

for your weak little

story to pair?

It's separate.

You find it funny

they're hitting me.

Squaring with the enemy.

Over the years it's

gotten more drastic.

Usually I just wake

up in bed screaming.

Sometimes, I wake up

in other places.

Yeah? Like where?

In front of the computer, staring

at sites I've never heard of.

Sometimes outside.

I've woken up walking

down the highway.

I've woken up floating on water.

No shorts...I...

I woke up two states over.

Two weeks had passed.

I had no idea how I got there.

It had been erased from my memory.

Once, I woke up in a field

fifteen miles from here.

I was covered in blood.

There was a horse

on the ground in front of me.

It...it...had...been cut

down the center.

Its insides

removed and laid out

and displayed in the grass

like an internal...road map.

Why don't we talk

about something else for a second?

Like...

tonight's mass ejection.

Yeah, it should...should

be interesting.

Yeah...

Solar flares in.

traveled millions of miles here and burst

through our atmosphere tonight.

Yeah.

There's nothing else here

that should be interesting on the ship.

They say it's going to

interfere with the whole grid.

World-wide blackout.

Grounded all the flights.

Systems...

...might get knocked out

of the sky.

All the transit's been shut down.

I look forward to it.

Nature has a way of

mixing things up.

Humans really are

not in control.

We'd like you to hook

up the platform.

Let's put a couple of

holes into William's head.

And see what we see.

You want to know

more about it?

No?

Well, it's too bad.

It's less destructive if

you know what to expect.

Is that comfortable?

-Heather!

Please don't do that.

It's just...when our subjects

are more comfortable,

we actually get better results.

Just...stop talking.

And finish.

Yes, Doctor.

Doctor, we got something.

It's about time!

What I got here?

equals square circle.

It appears we have an abandoned truck.

The back of the truck is clear.

The truck is clear.

-Copy that.

Some blood.

Something else.

Protecting...

You know what we're

looking at here, William?

I've made this truck.

Hey, your insides seem valuable.

Must be your pest

helmet, doc.

I'm seeing a bunch of blood.

Doctor?

You're gonna want

to see this.

OK, bring it in.

Copy that.

There's a substance here.

What is it?

Definitely foreign.

Sir?

It's not human.

Care to tell me what

you know about this truck, Bill?

No.

So, you might feel a

little sting here.

That's not really a sting.

Kind of...kind of like a

hot blade slowly digging around

in your head.

What is this thing?

Oh! So now you're interested.

It pulls your thoughts

out of your mind.

No, we don't really know

how it actually works,

we usually get the results

we're looking for.

Unfortunately,there's some

undesirable side effects

for the subjects.

You know, it took a

hundred years before

anybody could figure out

how to turn it on.

Isn't that interesting?

What happened last night, Bill?

That's a funny one.

Can I have some more, please?

Did I tell you that we

have figured out

how it pulls your mind out

of your head

but we have no idea

how to put it back in?

They're so...

Give me some more juice.

Keep at it, girl!

Turn it up!

Turn it off!

Check her!

What the f***

just happened here?

Take that off.

You crazy?

Good?

Please take that device

off of your friend's head.

Now.

I order you.

Get rid of her!

Is that the camera, soldier?

Bring it in.

Put it on the monitor.

Thank you, soldier.

Hey, everybody.

Joe Sullivan here.

Sully5433

I just got the most

amazing email last night.

While I was sleeping,

I got contacted by a god.

OK? Hello Joe Sullivan.

I would like you to come

meet me at the address below tomorrow.

Spider Nevi. Spider Nevi...

He's the whale of astronomy.

People have been trying to

find this guy for years.

But he doesn't want

to be found.

He's off the radar, he's off

the grid,

not even the government

knows where he is.

He contacted me.

Maybe...maybe he wants

me to film him.

Maybe he wants to talk about

the mass ejections tonight.

I mean, There are some crazy

sh*t going on in the atmosphere

and he decides to contact me?

I mean, this guy's been blogging

about an alien

experience for years,

the things that he's

writing about, the

concepts and the ideas,

they're just so...

Anyway...I'm backed up.

I'm going to need the help. Let's go.

That's where we're going.

Right over that ridge.

I've got zero idea if

this is anywhere close

to real or a total scam.

All we know is what

this guy looks

like and that he

goes by Spider-man

F***. That sounds made up.

Not sure what to make of this.

What the hell?

Jesus...the tanks...?

I wonder if we can get closer?

Howdy.

Hi sir.

My name is Joe Sullivan.

Hi, Joe. Is that a camera?

Uh? -Yeah.

Are you filming me right now?

-No sir.

-I don't believe you.

You're a liar. Why

you got a camera

sitting there pointing at me?

-I'm making a film. Uh...

-Oh, you're making a movie.

I am, sir.

You think there are

some interesting

people up here, aren't there?

Go f*** yourself today.

What about tomorrow?

Hi. Hi there.

My name is...Joe.

Hey! I'm Joe Sullivan.

How you doin'?

Hello.

My name is Joseph Sullivan.

Filmmaker.

Astronomer.

It's really stupid.

Alright. Here we go.

This is perfect.

Hello?

Hello!

Anybody here?

He's coming...Jesus!

Oh.

Hey. Ha.

You...just...

snuck up on me there.

Hi, I'm...I'm Joe.

It's...

Uh...

Joe Sullivan. You...

You sent me an...

...email last night?

Uh...you're Spider Nevy?

Um...

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