Get down!
Get down. Stay down!
You're gonna keep breathing. Do you hear me?
He's getting away!
I'll be right back.
Back away. Back aw...
I need an EMT in here now.
Car 39 requesting EMT.
Come on, now. Let her through. Let her through.
Help me with this table. Give her some room.
We've got paramedics on the way. You're going to the hospital.
You're going to be ok.
We still haven't celebrated my birthday.
I'm not going to let you off the hook like this.
Let 'em through. Let 'em through, please.
This man has a puncture wound to his right lung. He needs to be intubated immediately.
He's an FBI agent...
And he's not gonna die.
Sit down.
I'm sorry.
How did they know?
When you talked to your girlfriend, what did you say?
- Did you tell her you were in DC? - No.
Then there's someone inside.
- What happened? Who shot pendrell? - I don't know.
I got a call about a federal-witness transfer.
Sergeant Louis frish. He was the intended target.
A federal marshal was supposed to put him into protective custody.
- That order was countermanded. - By whom?
He's being put under military arrest.
Military arrest?
For suspicion of murder and providing false testimony.
He has testimony damaging to the military.
His life is in danger. He is not going anywhere.
The order to arrest him came from the joint chiefs of staff...
Who have also issued a recommendation on agent mulder.
For what?
He's been put under military arrest
for interference with the military investigation...
Into the crash of an airliner.
Sir, the military is responsible for the downing of that plane.
They are admitting as much. But sergeant frish's story is not the one they're telling.
What is their story?
I have a responsibility for the safety of the agents under my supervision.
I'm not going to put another agent's life in jeopardyjust to keep her out in the field.
I'm fine.
I suggest you make sure of that when you go to the hospital with agent pendrell.
Mulder.
You come to spring me from the joint?
- I came to talk to you. - About what?
A big ol' misunderstanding?
According to the military, there was no misunderstanding.
Suddenly they just decide to take responsibility for the crash of flight 549?
They had no choice. Not in light of all the facts that have come out.
Facts? Have you heard their cover story?
That the tower gave bad coordinates to a fighter pilot...
Causing it to collide with flight 549 over military airspace?
They allowed me to listen to the recordings.
If you believe in the coordinates that sgt frish gave to the fighter pilot...
Were the exact path that 549 was on...
They would indicate that he could not have seen 549 in the airspace
until it was too late.
So the tower put those jets on a collision course?
Yes. And they were the only two aircraft on the radar screen.
Realising his guilt, sergeant frish's fellow officer put a gun to his head.
According to the air force, frish lied to save himself.
When he found his fellow officer had committed suicide...
He blamed the military. That's why they pursued him - to bring him to justice.
And they could lay the blame on a dead man.
Yes.
This, uh, second plane? They say it's a military fighter?
It was an f-15 eagle, according to an air force spokesman.
You believe that story, Scully?
I don't know what to believe.
Do you believe I got this from an f-15 eagle?
Those look like radiation burns. Where did you get that?
At the second crash site, in 50 feet of water at the bottom of sacandaga lake.
- You found it? - I followed a trail of bubbles...
To a wreckage that looked like nothing that takes off from an air force base.
What was it?
What collided with flight 549 was a ufo...
Shot down by the military, taking the passenger plane along with it.
Except it can't be proven.
Why not?
Because they haven't found any evidence that flight 549 was involved in a collision.
According to who?
Mike malar, the ho man running the investigation.
- How do you know he's not lying? - I don't.
He's the one man who wants to find out what downed that plane...
And who came to me with information he had no reason to share.
What information?
He found Sharon grafia at the crash site the night we left,
after seeing lights over the area.
Max fennig's sister.
That's another thing. She's not Max's sister.
- Then who is she? - An unemployed aeronautical engineer...
Who spent time in and out of mental institutions. That's where she met Max.
- Why would she lie? - I don't know.
All I know is that this plane seems to be killing people as it sits there on the ground.
Mulder, agent pendrell is dead.
How?
Shot, in an attempt on sergeant frish in Washington.
He saved his life, mulder, and maybe mine.
All right, Scully. Scully...
Mulder, what are these people dying for?
- Is it for the truth or for the lies? - It's gotta be for the truth.
If we owe them anything, it's to make sure of that.
Excuse me, sir. Max fennig?
- He's over there. - Thank you.
Remember this place?
I remember being amazed at what some people will call home.
You have to admit, the man had an enduring sense of style.
Only Max fennig and you would appreciate living like this.
Unmarked helicopters hovering
I think you were actually kindred spirits in some deep, strange way.
What do you mean?
"Men with spartan lives, simple in their creature comforts,
if only to allow for the complexity of their passions."
Mm, beans and weenies.
What exactly are we looking for here?
Something to explain why Max was on that plane.
What he was coming to show me.
What makes you think that he was coming to see you?
Max is the key to this. He knew that plane was in danger before it took off...
Before it entered military airspace. Now, how would he know that?
And what would be worth taking that risk?
Hi. Max here.
But of course.
This is, uh, quite obviously my story...
Since I'm telling it.
Anyway, um, for those of you who know me already...
This will be ancient history. But for the rest of you, this is -
- well, what can I say? - The story of my life.
Actually, all I ever wanted in life was to be left alone.
Don't we all!
So, just my luck that I'd eventually become an alien abductee.
Now I'm never alone. Any minute, when I'm least expecting it...
And the worst part is... No one believes you.
Oh, well, almost no one.
So, I've devoted my life to providing all you disbelievers with proof.
Proof that there are extraterrestrial biological entities right now...
Visiting our planet for purposes of a troubling agenda...
Known only to certain members of the government, the FBI...
And certain high-ranking members of the military industrial community...
Who have recovered some of these very craft.
Not that they'd ever admit to it publicly, of course.
Nor would they admit they have salvaged some of this alien technology...
And are using it in military applications. No, that would be UN-American.
And they won't admit it until someone confronts them with undeniable proof.
Someone like me.
And I should probably mention that I do this at great risk to my own safety.
But, hey, when every day's just another day...
You're gonna get kidnapped by a bunch of little grey dudes...
What's a few CIA spooks to worry about?
Careful.
We found it.
Ladies and gentlemen...
Recovery and identification of the deceased victims of flight 549 is at 76 per cent.
Which is far better than anticipated, given the kind of destruction that we've all seen.
We've got a total of nearly 3,000 man-hours logged in this first wave of investigation.
And I wish I could tell you folks that we've come up with something more concrete.
But the evidence...
Just doesn't support anything more than the air force's assertion that the cause...
Was a midair collision or a catastrophic near miss.
I'm gonna ask you all to wrap up your reports
and then to go home to your families.
You've done a good and thorough job here.
You'll be in touch with me or someone from the ntsb on anything further.
I just wanted to thank you all personally. Thank you.
I'd wondered what happened to you. I put in a call.
- You had something you wanted to tell us? - No. Just... just wanted to touch base.
Thank you for leading us to the fact of the military's involvement.
I think the facts are still a matter of speculation.
Listening to what you just said, I think you do too.
The military's public claim of fault...
And their actions to promote that claim have raised some suspicions.
Suspicions? Of what?
That the story the military is now promoting
is a convenience deflection and cover-up.
Of what?
Scully and I agree on some of the motives but not on the facts.
- Do you have facts that I don't? - No.
But I do have a story, if you're willing to hear it.
Tell me it's bull, as agent Scully has, but it's as believable as any story I've heard.
At least it's the only one that can't be refuted by the facts.
All right.
There was one man who knew what brought this plane down.
He knew it even before he got on the plane, but he got on anyway.
He sat right here in this seat, 13-f.
His name was Max fennig.
There are a number of possibilities for Max's suspicions...
But I believe he'd been followed for some time before he boarded flight 549.
And I believe he was followed onto this plane...
By someone who wanted whatever it is Max had carried on board with him.
The object that ultimately brought down this plane, the cause which has alluded you.
And what was this object?
Physical proof of the existence of extraterrestrial life and intelligence.
The person who followed Max may have been prepared to kill
to obtain this object.
Its value greater than one human life...
Greater than the lives of the 134 people on that plane.
Whether that plan was executed, we may never know.
Because flight 549 was intercepted by a second aircraft...
Which did not appear on the military's or anyone else's radar screen.
What the hell is this?
Max fennig knew immediately what this craft was...
And that he would not be completing the rest of the flight as scheduled.
Max would have recognised immediately all the signs of an abduction scenario.
The craft taking control of the plane and all its systems...
Preparing to take Max.
But something happened. Something went terribly wrong. Something unimaginable.
A third aircraft, probably an f-15 eagle, was given the coordinates for flight 549.
Heading one-zero-zero and two-niner thousand feet.
The controllers watched the fighter
enter flight 549's airspace on an intercept pattern...
Not knowing what they'd set in motion.
No way of knowing there was a third craft which was not on their screen.
Not knowing that for the next nine minutes, time would stand still on flight 549.
I've got something. An intercept.
My god! My god!
Mayday! Mayday! Mayday!
Are you saying the man who was sitting in 13-f was abducted, mid-flight...
Without any depressurization of the cabin, without any effect on the plane?
If not for factors unforeseen, I believe Max would have been abducted...
And returned to flight 549 without any loss of life, without a trace.
Then what happened?
Flight 549 and the alien craft which had taken control of it were intercepted...
By the military fighter which had been given a specific set of orders:
To take down the ufo.
The missing nine minutes,
nine minutes that would have been erased from the memories...
Of the 134 passengers on board...
Would prove to be the final minutes of their lives.
You're saying, in effect, that flight 549...
Was in the grip of a sort of ufo tractor beam?
That's a Hollywood term, but yes.
And the air force shot down the ufo...
Sending 549 out of control when the beam went off?
Yes.
Well, where I come from, that's what we call a whopper.
Even if it were true, I could never sell that to Washington, and neither could you.
Not without the object Max was carrying.
I had the same reaction to the story as you...
But there is one area that has yet to be explained.
That is that the seats and the door did show traces of radioactivity.
Now, you found nothing in the wreckage, no source of any emitter?
I did find something.
I think you should look at it.
After you'd found the first traces, my team tried to link the radioactivity to a cause.
They found no other evidence.
Except for this.
- That's it? - That's all there was.
I'm gonna have to make my report. I'll include this if it makes any difference.
- But not as a causal factor. - It's a good story.
Maybe you can sell it to the movies.
I don't know what else you expect him to do.
Yeah, I know.
Look, it is a good story, but it's a house of cards built on a shaky foundation.
We may never know what Max was carrying.
And we may never know who killed agent pendrell.
If we don't find out, what meaning do their deaths or lives have?
Max will be remembered as a...
Disappointing rummage sale or some kook on a home video.
- Where do we even start? - How about Sharon grafia?
She's a disturbed person. She wasn't even who she claimed to be.
She knew Max well enough for him to write her letters.
Well enough for him to call her and tell her he was gonna die.
- Do you know where she is? - In a mental institution.
I'd go with ya, but I'm afraid they'd lock me up.
Me too.
Unmarked helicopters hovering
Hello.
Are you a friend of Max's?
No. My name is, uh, mulder. I'm with the FBI.
- You're kiddin', right? - No. Why?
Well, I manage the park.
I know Max had some weird friends.
I don't believe the FBI sends men out 'cause somebody trashed a trailer.
- Any idea who did this? - N... no.
Is Max in trouble or something?
No. Max is dead. He died in a plane crash a few days ago.
Oh, lord. I am sorry to hear that.
Uh, did he ever mention why he would leave or where he would go?
No, but he disappeared sometimes.
Had stories.
- Sure that's not what happened to him? - Yeah. Yeah, I'm sure.
Have you any idea who's going to be taking care of his estate?
- Where I should forward his mail? - He has mail?
Yeah, a small stack of it.
- I'll run and get it, if you want it. - Please.
Here you go.
Sure feel sorry about Max.
So do I.
- Sharon? - Hello.
How are you feeling?
You up to answering some questions?
I'm not Max's sister.
I know.
We're not quite sure why you lied to us though, Sharon.
Or what else you might be lying about.
- Doesn't matter anymore. - Yes, it does.
If you know something - anything about what Max was doing...
About what he was carrying on that plane - it could matter a lot.
- To who? - To Max.
- I can't. - Why not?
Because I could be in big, big trouble.
Max had those same blisters.
You both were exposed to something, Sharon. What was it?
It was something I stole.
From whom?
Max was trying to find physical evidence to prove his abduction stories were true.
You worked as an aeronautical systems engineer.
You stole something from your employer, didn't you?
Something radioactive.
Only because I believed in Max.
What was it?
Max said it was alien technology. It was three interlocking parts.
We divided it into sections. I had one part.
Max had another on board that flight.
But they were taken from us.
There was a third part. What happened to it?
I left a bag here.
- Big bag, little bag? - Short bag, tall bag. I don't remember.
Little bag, I think.
He's at the baggage claim.
Is this it?
I'm a federal officer. I need a security entrance to the terminal.
Right this way.
Mulder.
Mulder, it's me. Where are you?
I'm at the airport in Syracuse. Whatever it is that Max had, I have it now.
- How did you find it? - Luck.
What you're carrying was stolen from a military contractor, cummins aerospace.
- Well, what is it? - I don't know.
Well, I'll let you know in a minute.
It is important that you do not take it out of its container.
What's that? I'm having trouble hearing you on the phone.
Did you hear me?
No. I'll tell you what it looks like.
No. Mulder, listen to me. Do not handle it. Whatever it is...
It is highly radioactive.
Hold on a second.
Mulder?
It looks like a small superstructure with three circular pieces inside.
It's hard to tell on an X-ray. Hold on.
I think what we've got here, mulder, is high-tech industrial espionage.
Many people are trying to get their hands on this thing.
- I'm getting on a flight. - What flight?
I think it's 501.
Yeah. I'll need a ride when I get there.
I don't think that'll be a problem.
Thanks.
Excuse me.
You look like you've got some room here. Do you mind?
No, go ahead.
Didn't mean to disturb you.
It's all right.
You travelling by yourself?
Do you live in DC?
There's a weapon pointed at you right now.
I'm sure at this range it wouldn'tjust hit you in the leg.
If you so much as raise your arms off your armrest, I'll test that theory.
What if you miss?
I won't.
Do you know what happens when a plane depressurises at 30,000 feet, mr mulder?
After the cabin fills with fog, all light objects, anything not tied down...
Including your weapon, go flying toward the breach.
The pretty lady comes around with the honey-roasted peanuts?
Presuming the pilot is even able to keep control of the plane...
I put on a lightweight parachute I stowed overhead and go out the emergency exit...
With the knapsack you're holding.
What if the pilot can't get control of the plane? Then you die too.
A man knows he must be ready to sacrifice himself to that which is greater than he.
I'm sure all the other passengers would appreciate dying for your noble philosophy.
Look out your window, agent mulder. You see the lights?
Now, imagine if one of those lights flickered off.
You'd hardly notice, would you?
A dozen, two dozen lights extinguished.
Is it worth sacrificing the future...
The lives of millions, to keep a few lights on?
What is this?
Stolen property.
It's an alien energy source, isn't it? What is it, cold fusion, over-unity energy?
What could be worth killing all those passengers on flight 549?
The cause of that crash has been determined as human error.
I'm gonna see you pay for that error...
Along with you and your employer and the government that finances its contracts.
I want you to stand up and move to the back of the plane.
We're gonna go to the bathroom.
Move.
Scully.
- Scully, it's me. - Mulder, where are you?
Outside an airplane bathroom
where I've got the man who shot pendrell locked up.
What?
It looks like I'll miss the in-flight movie - something with Steve guttenberg.
Did you get on the flight...
- You said you were getting on? - Yeah.
Everything's ok. Alert Skinner anyway.
I don't want to take any chances getting this guy off the plane.
- I don't think you do either. - Right.
Hey, Scully. My watch just stopped.
What? Mulder? Mulder?
Excuse me. I'm a federal agent.
I want you to listen to me. This plane is about to be intercepted.
- Intercepted? - Engaged and boarded.
I want you to tell the captain to initiate evasive manoeuvres.
Put the bag down!
Put it down on the floor.
Drop the bag!
Drop the bag. Drop it!
Hey, let it go!
Let it go!
Mulder, where is he?
- He's not here. - What do you mean?
You said you had him on this plane.
You said you had what Max had - the stolen part.
What time do you have?
10.56.
Would you like to tell me what's going on here, agent mulder?
I don't think you want to know the answer.
Is this man on the plane?
I think he got the connecting flight.
But nobody ever finds out about it.
There are scientists who say they have detected anti-gravity...
Over the surface of a spinning superconducting disc.
Technology that is supposedly 20 or 30 years down the road...
Like over-unity energy.
Um, massless displacement current from cold fusion that we need for space travel.
I know, thanks to my inside sources, that this technology, in fact, exists.
I've seen military aircraft that use it hovering right over my trailer.
Why is the us government keeping all this a secret?
I intend to expose these facts to the people.
I mean, I'm just one man.
These tapes, you mind if! Keep them?
No. I think you should consider yourself the sole curator...
Of the Max fennig rolling multimedia library and archive.
And get tax-exempt status as soon as you can.
This stuff could be worth something someday.
Thank you for helping me out, for all you've done.
Max would have wanted it that way.
You lost somebody very close to you.
So did you.
You thinking about pendrell?
I realised I didn't even know his first name.
I actually was thinking about, uh...
This gift that you gave me for my birthday.
You never got to tell me why you gave it to me or what it means.
But I think I know.
I think that you appreciate that there are extraordinary men and women...
And extraordinary moments...
When history leaps forward on the backs of these individuals.
That what can be imagined can be achieved.
That you must dare to dream.
But that there's no substitute for perseverance and hard work...
And teamwork.
Because no one gets there alone.
And that while we commemorate the greatness of these events...
And the individuals who achieve them, we cannot forget the sacrifice of those...
Who make these achievements and leaps possible.
I just thought it was a pretty cool key chain.
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