Fire in the Sky Page #5

How do we know it's gonna be fair?

I give my word.

We can't trust anyone, man.

Everything we say

has been twisted all to hell.

That's for sure.

This whole town wants to see us fall,

Blake, you know that.

Frankly, I don't care

whether you pass or not.

If you're lying,

my machine will show it.

If you're clean, it'll show that too.

How do we know

you ain't been bought off

to make us look bad?

Cy Gilson is the best there is, boys.

You're lucky to have him.

Well, if you say so,

that's good enough for me.

Point is, you can trust him.

Yeah, well, I trust you, Blake.

Will you give us your word

this test will be fair?

That's easy. You got it.

All right.

Is your name

Gregory Thomas Hayes?

Yes.

Were you born in Corona,

New Mexico?

Yes.

Are you currently single?

Yes.

Is my shirt white?

Face around front.

- Some of it's white.

- Yes or no.

No.

Five days ago, about sundown,

on Rim Road, north of Turkey Creek,

did you see an unidentified light

just above the tree line?

Yes.

Did you see an object hovering

above the clearing?

Yes.

Was it saucer-shaped?

Sort of.

I don't... I don't... I never seen

anything exactly like it before.

Yes or no?

I'd have to say no.

Did you see Travis Walton

approach the object on foot?

Yeah. Yeah, I did.

Did you see a bolt of blue-green light

envelop Travis Walton?

Yeah. Man, I told them.

It exploded all around him.

Did you believe Travis was killed

by the ray of light?

Now, how do I know?

I just know that I didn't kill him.

Did you personally dislike

Travis Walton?

Now, what kind of question is that?

A simple yes or no will do.

Yes.

And no.

Have you withheld

any pertinent information

regarding the disappearance

of Travis Walton?

No.

Did you create this incident

to get out of your logging contract?

No.

Did you or any of your crew

murder Travis Walton?

Absolutely not.

Well, what's the word?

Well, the results of one of the tests

was unusual.

It was inconclusive.

We'll have to try again tomorrow.

What about the other ones?

What's the word on them?

The process is still ongoing.

We never discuss the results

till all the testing is complete.

Sorry, fellas.

Come back down here

in the morning, 9:00 sharp.

- No.

- What?

I said, no.

Look, we did what we said we'd do.

We... We... We came in here

like guinea pigs and let you test us.

But that's it. That...

We've had enough.

I ain't coming back again.

You're saying that you're no longer

willing to cooperate?

That's all we do, is cooperate.

And all we get back

from you is grief.

- Mike, we need a little bit of time...

- No!

Blake, I'm sick of this sh*t!

You wanna press charges?

You go ahead. You do it now!

We told you everything we know.

And if that's not good enough,

that's too damn bad,

because that's all there is.

Let's get the hell out of here.

Well, Dallis' chart was

all over the place.

He must have been really keyed up

or scared or whatever.

It's unreadable.

Completely unreadable.

As for the other four, see for yourself.

They're pretty much all the same.

What are you saying, Cy?

Well, Blake, my charts don't lie.

You ask me,

those boys are telling the truth.

Do you plan on spending the night?

Yeah. I was thinking about it.

Why, is that gonna be a problem?

No. Do whatever you want.

Hello?

Whoever's doing this, it's not funny.

I can't believe this.

Another crank call.

We've been getting

two and three in the day.

Now we're getting them

at all hours of the night.

Now, let me get that.

Yeah, who is this?

I have a collect call

from Travis Walton.

- Will you accept the charges?

- You know, just hang up the phone.

- I'll accept it.

- Go ahead, sir.

Mike.

Travis?

Help me.

I've been through Heber

a bunch of times.

I don't remember any phone booth.

Well, he said he was calling

from a gas station or something.

Are you sure it was him?

What's that over there?

Mike, I think this just might be

someone's idea of a sick joke.

Wait a minute,

there's a gas station north of here.

- I don't think so, Mike.

- About eight or nine miles.

I know so.

Well, you were right

about the gas station at least.

I know that was Travis.

It sounded just like him.

Stop. Wait. What is that?

Stop, Mike. What is that?

Right there. Stop!

Pull over, Mike! Pull over!

- David, grab that flashlight.

- Got it.

Travis? It's him!

- Travis! Travis, are you okay?

- Travis!

Travis?

- Travis?

- Travis, it's us.

- Hey, man.

- Travis, what's wrong?

- Hey, baby bro.

- Hey, Travis, it's Mike.

Hey, it's your partner,

you remember me?

Travis, your partner.

MT Motors. Harleys.

You cold, man?

Take it easy, bro. Take it easy.

Don't try to talk, man.

Travis.

Water! Water!

Somebody get him some water!

- Hey, man, it's gonna be okay.

- Water.

Everything's gonna be

all right, Travis.

Hey, Dana's right here.

Travis. Travis.

Travis, it's okay.

This must be them.

They're here.

Mike...

Mike?

Five days, man.

It's been five days.

Travis, everybody's been looking

for you.

- Hundreds of people.

- Come on, hurry up.

I think a lot of prayers

have been answered.

I can't believe we found this place.

Where is he?

We're gonna need a urine sample.

Urine sample?

Mike, don't let them touch him.

- Back off.

- It's okay.

Back off, man. He knows his stuff.

It's a wise thing you called.

This is a very critical time.

Hey, come on in here. Get a picture.

Get some pictures here. Pictures.

Mr. Walton?

Mr. Walton, my name

is Jarvis Powell.

Now, can you...? Can you tell us

how long you've been back?

- Let him.

- Here, get this thing started.

Hey, we need to get him to a hospital!

- Quiet, please.

- Dan! Calm down, man.

- Mr. Walton.

- Calm down, man!

Mr. Walton. Mr. Walton. Back up.

Mr. Walton, did you make contact

with aliens?

Were you taken to another planet?

To a mother ship?

- How did they communicate with you?

- Just stop it! Just leave him alone.

Communicate? What is this

man-in-the-moon stuff?

Okay, look, you've got two choices.

You can either be quiet

or step outside.

Dana, give this guy a chance.

Mr. Walton, can you tell me

what they look like?

Can you tell me how many

of them there were?

Were you--?

Were you given food? lnjections?

- All right, that's enough, mister.

- Mike.

It's important the entire world

learns of your experience.

That's enough, Mike. Come on!

Look, I am asking you...

I'm asking all of you,

just let us do our job!

No! You have done your thing.

He's not answering.

You can't come between me

and my brother!

Get out of here! No, no...

He's seeing something!

He's seeing something!

Travis, what do you see?

What do you see?!

- Get him out of here!

- He sees something!

He's seeing something!

All right, here we go. Ready? Lift.

Okay, let's go, guys.

The doctor's down in ICU.

We'll page him.

Hang in there, pal.

You're gonna be fine.

He's rolling the eyes a little bit.

Better watch him.

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