Taken

My father was a vicious, selfish man who put his personal aggrandizement

above the good of his country.

In my opinion, his egomania made him a liability to the project.

However, he was also incredibly meticulous.

He kept files on everything. This one's interesting, doctor.

Your signature on the autopsy reports

from the three bodies recovered from the Roswell crash,

and a fourth, the one who died while under observation.

Two copies of the crash-site reports-- the real one and the cover-up.

General, your signature's on both.

An interesting one on the disposal of the bodies of twin psychics

used in some early research into the nature of the technology.

This one's particularly informative.

It's a briefing on the Roswell events

that you and your colleagues prepared for General Eisenhower

just before he took office.

On page 2, you'll find a list of the 1 2 of you who worked on the briefing.

A very impressive group.

These are copies, of course.

The originals are in a safe place.

So what do you want?

Commander.

Your briefcase, sir.

What's going on here, Eric?

I checked the motor pool records for the night my mother was killed.

You did check that car out.

That makes you an accomplice, Marty.

An accessory before the fact.

These men will hand you over to civilian authorities in Carson City.

I'm sure your fear of my father will be taken into account.

And you'll be stepping up to take over the project?

The acorn doesn't fall too far, does it, Eric?

I need that funding shifted over to biological research, Ted.

Find the resources.

Why is it so important? None of your damn business, Ted.

Ted, do your job or lose it.

Some people spend their lives

hoping for something to happen that will change everything.

They look for power or love.

or the answers to their biggest questions.

I think really what they're looking for is another chance.

some way to lead another life

where all the mistakes they've made would be erased.

and they could just start over.

Nothing bad has happened yet.

and all their possibilities are still in front of them.

I'm sorry I'm late. That crowd of tourists.

We ought to put up a gift shop,

sell little bobbing alien heads or something.

I had our people take the test subjects out across the desert to avoid them.

I can't run an operation under these conditions. It's a joke.

Since I talked the general into letting me run this project,

it's become a damn circus.

But if you're gonna be a damn circus, best to be in the centre ring.

What have you got?

What are you doing?

These fell out of the heads of a half a dozen brain tumour patients

we've been monitoring for the past couple of years.

Fell out? Put them away.

Don't worry. They're dead. They're like batteries.

They're not transmitting.

We had to open up a half a dozen people before we got a live one.

- It's kind of like looking for pearls. - You got a live implant?

Okay, now check this out. This is really amazing.

Send in the soldier.

Ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha!

People come home for a lot of reasons.

They come home to remember.

They come home because they've got no place else to go.

They come home when they're beaten.

they come home when they're proud.

They come home looking for a door out into their past

or a road out into their future.

They come home for a lot of reasons.

but they always come home to say good-bye.

Look like you remembered?

Yeah, exactly.

Doesn't change much, does it?

There they are.

Hey.

Mum's just waking up. I'm glad you guys came.

My mum really wanted to get a look at Lisa.

Come on.

They say we're lucky because it's taking her so quick.

With cancer, it could've been a lot worse.

Hello, honey.

How do you like this, huh?

They tell me it's the cigarettes,

but I don't think I'd have lived this long without 'em.

You grew up real nice. How you doing?

I'm good, Mum.

I see that. That's fine.

- Tom. - Yeah.

Come on in.

Mum, this is Carol, my wife.

Hi, Carol. How you doing?

Pleasure to meet you.

And this...is Lisa.

Tom, come take this thing out of my nose

so I don't look so scary to that child.

Come here, darlin'. Let me get a look at you.

Come on, honey. It's okay.

Hello, Grandma.

You're a pretty girl.

She's got your father's eyes.

Jake, I know who your dad was.

When the government was doing these experiments--

this is all freedom of information act stuff--

it was the beginning of the Cold War,

and people were scared and willing to do anything,

so they took these soldiers and filled 'em with psychotropic drugs

to see what happened,

and I believe that your dad was one of those soldiers.

When he escaped from the army base at Roswell,

Owen Crawford tried to get him back.

It might be a little bit more complicated than that.

Your abilities. You got 'em from your father.

Whatever the drugs had done to him,

like those women who took thalidomide...

I think that they're taking civilians now,

doing the same experiments, mind control or "processing,"

whatever you wanna call it,

to make them think they're being abducted by aliens.

And you know that this is not the case?

The government makes them think that,

but it's their cover story, Jake.

For a cover story, it seems... a little bit far-fetched, doesn't it?

Mum's in a lot of pain.

Morphine doesn't seem to be helping.

It's okay, Mum. It's okay.

It's okay.

Let's help you up, Mum.

Okay.

Jacob, it's time for me to go, honey.

Soon.

Tom...

You just sit up, Mum.

You just sit up.

What are you doing, Jake?

Something for Mum.

It's all right, Tom.

Come on, Sally, let's go home.

I don't wanna believe this, Jake.

You never wanted to.

You always kind of did, though.

Right from when John came, and you saw the lights.

That's why all those years you...

tried so hard to prove that it was a conspiracy, a lie.

Those are easier things to believe in.

It was kind of ironic, though, don't you think?

Country's leading debunker turns out to have a half-alien half brother?

What are you going to do now?

I want you to come forward, Jake.

I can't do that, Tom.

We're talking about something

that the entire world has a right to know.

You were the proof that it happened, Jake.

What do you want me to do, go on TV, bend some spoons?

It'd turn into a freak show in a minute and a half, and you know it.

Then at least people would know it really happened.

Would they?

Why did they come, Jake?

What do they want?

I don't know.

I do know that I'm not the only one who's special to them.

It's a feeling I get sometimes,

that there is someone else.

They're playing catch-up, the government.

They're trying to figure out the same things you ask me--

why they came, what they want.

Owen Crawford knew about me.

If they're not already doing it,

they're going to try and find that other person.

Jesse Keys.

One of my father's many failures.

Not to speak ill of the dead, though, right?

He kills this guy's father, then loses him.

I'd say, all in all, he screwed that one up.

He couldn't have known what would happen

when they took out Russell Keys' implant,

but if it makes you feel better to think your old man screwed up...

And this one--Jesse?

He mattered to them. He was important.

I mean, we grab these people, we pop the implants out of their heads,

we even kill some of them,

but our little grey friends don't do squat.

But this guy,

they pulled him right through the wall of a bomb shelter

to take him away from us.

I don't think you can lay that one on your father either.

What do you think it all means?

Maybe nothing.

Could be there's some they chew on repeatedly,

and others they spit out after just one bite.

Now that we're looking more into the genetics, we'll figure it out.

We're really close.

What about those brothers in Alaska?

Failed attempts at crossbreeding, like that kid Jacob Clarke