Hangar 10 Page #2

- Jesus!

- That was low, man.

- You going to the camera?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Well give it here. Let me have a go.

No, I'm putting it on now.

- Where's the date?

- How's your mum? What's going on?

Mum, she's... yeah,

she's actually really great.

I can't believe you

remembered about her.

- Who, your mum?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I was thinking

about her earlier actually.

'cause Gus is knowledgeable,

- he's a real man.

- Bet he don't kiss like me.

- Don't even talk about that.

- No, tell me.

Don't know why you want to know.

- You don't remember?

- I've no idea what you're on about now.

- At the Green Citron? Under the gob?

- I didn't kiss you.

Anyway, I really don't

want to talk about that.

You weren't even that drunk,

as I remember.

Yeah, I was. I clearly was drunk,

else I would not have kissed you.

I didn't kiss you. Anyway,

I really don't want to talk about that.

- Didn't happen. Didn't happen!

- You weren't that drunk.

- Stop insulting my boyfriend.

- Not insulting him.

- Yeah, you are.

- It's a compliment.

You're just calling him out.

Why call him out?

Why is it not a compliment

to call him soldier boy?

'Cause you know why.

I wonder what he's... I wonder if he

might kneel on a land mine or something.

- Could be dangerous kneeling on a land mine.

- Jake, that is not funny.

So, that's where we're headed.

- Did you get the other one with the...

- Yeah.

Well, whose land is it?

Is it that bloody Mr. White?

No, that's the problem. Like,

we just don't know whose land it is.

And I've tried every method there is.

Well, yeah, we have.

Well, if you do an Internet search on

the Rendlesham forest incident, 1980,

there's sh*t loads of stuff about it.

It's a world-famous event.

- Yeah, I've heard of it, but...

- They said people were freaking out.

Animals were going nuts, right? And

screaming sounds they couldn't account for.

But now you're talking bunk.

'Cause there's files, mate.

- It's de-classified files, right, from...

- Yeah, but where's the actual evidence?

- From the actual...

- Well, the people that were there,

- The military people.

- But that's not evidence, physical evidence.

You know, when they actually say

"this is from that incident."

Have that got any footage?

- Have they got any...

- Yeah, they... there's audio recordings.

- They've got audio recordings.

- Yeah. That's all messing about, isn't it?

Go on, then. There's audio recordings

of military guys or whatever...

going up to the craft. I mean,

you can either deny this stuff, mate,

or you can do a bit of research,

look at the look at the evidence.

- Yeah, but there's not a lot of evidence.

- Sal, stop filming me.

There's not a huge amount of it, in terms

of actual, physical evidence of the day.

It's open to great suspicion with regards

to the fact that you're probably a hoaxer.

I mean, this isn't... you're talking

about UFOs and stuff like that. I mean...

I mean, that's what what hoaxers do.

They love that stuff,

- because it creates a really big puzzle.

- No offense, mate,

but you're the kind of guy, mate, you ain't

gonna believe it until you've got abducted

and they got an anal probe up your ass.

You know what I mean?

- Mr. White?

- I don't usually bother with it, though.

Well, we need to try.

Mr. White?

Probably upstairs adjusting

his wife's bloody underwear.

Look, he knows we're going to be here.

I told him we're going to turn up.

It's better to ask forgiveness than

permission. That's what I say.

You're going to get us into trouble.

Did warn you, Sal, it could

go down to the woods today.

Look.

What's that?

- Quick look at that.

- Jesus.

That's not a sight you see every day.

- What is that?

- Horsey.

We need to dig up sacks of gold. I'm not

going to let some dead horses stop me.

'Cause you're the man.

Can't just bloody go on

private land and start...

- Are you scared?

- ...Picking stuff up, man.

- Are you scared? Are you scared?

- Nobody's scared.

But if you're gonna do something,

you got to, you you know...

Yeah, but if you're scared,

we can always drop you off at a pub.

All right. Well, listen...

Here we are in Rendlesham forest.

Just waiting for it to get dark,

do a bit of nighthawking.

So technically, it is at night,

obviously, as the word suggests.

But it's doing metal detecting on land

you don't have permission to be on.

Which is kind of what we're doing tonight.

I mean we have tried,

but we haven't got permission so

technically we are nighthawking,

which isn't entirely legal. So the

plan is to wait until it gets dark,

just to make sure

that no one's around.

And in the meantime I'm going to

have a kip, as it's been a long drive

and it's going to be an even

longer night. But a good one.

Where are you going?

Hello?

Whoa!

Got a message for Jake.

I want you to know something.

I want you to know

that I knew what you were doing earlier

when you were filming Sally asleep.

Yeah, I was awake. I also want you to know

that she's told me everything about you.

But you need to know this, sunshine...

I used to be in the T.A.,

so I know a thousand different

ways to kill a man. Think on it.

You're mental.

Feels like we're poachers

or something, you know?

There's no light pollution out here,

so you can see the stars.

What star sign are you?

What do you think? You should know.

Don't you remember?

- What is it, Leo or something?

- Leo, king of the jungle.

- Thought so.

- That's me.

- Careful, Sal. It's steep here.

- Oh, shoot.

- You all right?

- Yeah, yeah.

- Want me to hold your metal detector?

- No, it's all right.

- Sure?

- Yeah, yeah. Thanks.

- You don't trust me with your baby, do ya?

- No.

- I lend you my baby.

- Certainly don't.

- Whoa! Bright.

- Sorry about that.

Did you hear that, Gus? I lend her

my camera, do a bit of filming...

- He's not having my baby.

- ...she won't even trust me with...

All right.

- How we doing?

- You all right, Gus?

- The hell was that?

- Where? What, up that way?

- Yeah.

- I thought it sounded... listen.

- Sh*t!

- Mind the trees, Sal.

- You all right?

- Yep.

- This reminds me of when I was in 'nam.

- In where?

- Back in 'nam, Vietnam.

- How old are you, Jake?

Let's get on with it.

This is ridiculous.

We're moving towards that

sound in the dark, at night.

- Just a hare, Jake.

- Hare?

- Yeah.

- Well, it freaked us out.

You guys, in the forest...

it's an animal.

Oh, my God. Look at this.

- Gus.

- What?

Whoever owns this doesn't give a

sh*t about anyone getting in. Look.

- What are you looking... Oh.

- Keep your voices down.

- It's pretty weird, isn't it?

- Okay.

Come on.

What's wrong with that?

I don't know.

Connections are probably dirty.

I got a load of sand in it when

I was out in the bloody desert.

Why, do you want me to turn it off?

How are you going to see if you turn

in off? We haven't got another torch.

I can switch to night vision.

Gone funny.

Something over there.

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