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I believe.

Oh, please.

The aliens did this to me. The aliens
did that to me. If you tell the same

stupid story year after year, when the
hell are you going to get over it?

Probably around the same time you stop
dressing up like one of the Jolly Queen

giant pet toys.

Hell, at least I had a close encounter.
I'm starting to think you liked having

that probe. I told you. They didn't
probe me.

I stopped them.

Well, that's what you'd like us to
believe.

No, no, no.

The Makonians were very clear on that
point. Did you not read my last book?

No, did you read mine? I would have if I
could have found it.

Sagan was a Makonian.

Sagan was a pod person.

I've got the evidence right here.

The only thing that you've got in there
is your lunch.

Of course it's not the alien finger.

I'm not exactly going to carry it around
with me.

But you promised me, Gunther, when we,
you know, that I was going to experience

the finger. You will, you will.

Now, I want the finger. I don't want a
rotten carrot. It's not a carrot.

Let me tell you. You're lying. You're
lying. You're lying.

You're lying. You're lying.

You're lying.

You're lying.

You're lying.

I know.

Everybody, can I have your attention,
please?

Everybody,

listen up.

Damn it, I said listen!

Well, I hope everyone enjoyed their
fondue.

Like I always say, it's food you can
trust.

Well, before we get on with tonight's
business, I have a personal statement

like to make.

I couldn't help noticing that certain of
you...

I've chosen to disregard my request that
tonight's planning committee soiree

remain apolitical.

I know I must sound like a broken
record, but really, this constant

it's insufferable.

There is no way the rest of the world
will ever take us seriously and respect

if we do not respect ourselves.

Now, when the convention starts tomorrow
and the press arrives, I want us to be

civil to each other.

The moment one of us breaks rank and
starts bashing the others, the press

jump right in and they'll make us all
look like a bunch of silly, disorganized

lunatics. Which is why Ike asked me, uh,
hi everybody, to come up with a theme

that sort of captures the zeitgeist of
our message.

Don't you roll your eyes at me, Gunther
Van Owen, you're one of the first people

the TV crews will head for.

Damn right.

Me and the rest of the fifth column?

Bunch of thugs!

We got something to show.

Something big.

Oh, you mean that piece of rotten carrot
you've been carrying around? It is not

a carrot.

Whatever it is, it's disgusting. And it
has nothing to do with reality.

Our extraterrestrial friends are
beautiful, diaphanous creatures.

Not toads like you.

Diaphanous? The creature that
impregnated me was definitely reptilian.

that about all the creatures that
impregnate you.

Yeah? Would you come over here and say
that? Come on. Come on.

Stop!

Back off, everybody.

You people are incorrigible.

One of the reasons I joined this group
in the first place was because of the

fellowship it provided.

We know that we are not alone here on
Starship Earth.

And whether you look at aliens as a
malignant fungus or E .T. in a tutu, We

to stand together and say, in one united
voice, two very simple words.

I believe.

We hunger for a sign that our faith is
the right faith.

And for me, these two words are a
statement that we have seen things and

the truth has been revealed to us. I
believe.

I believe that slogan sucks. That's what
I believe. Yeah, me too.

It would have been way better in silver.

What is wrong with all of you?

Don't you want to be taken seriously for
once in your lives?

If you want to be taken seriously,
you're going to need more than a t

You're going to need what I had in this
box.

I'm sorry, sir, but this is a convention
planning.

Committee meeting. If you have something
to sell, there'll be a consignment

table set up on Sunday. Do I look like
I'm selling something?

I've been driving in circles in the damn
desert for three days trying to figure

out what to do with this.

What is it?

The stuff your dreams are made of.

There is nothing wrong with your
television. Do not attempt to adjust the

picture. We are now controlling the
transmission.

We control the horizontal and the
vertical. We can deluge you with a

channels or expand one single image to
crystal clarity and beyond.

We can shape your vision to anything our
imagination can conceive.

For the next hour, we will control all
that you see and hear.

You are about to experience the awe and
mystery which reaches from the

deepest inner mind to the outer limit.

In an age of doubt, There is nothing
more powerful than the need to seek

answers.

But what happens when the cloak is
lifted and those answers suddenly

revealed? I hope I haven't just made a
mistake showing this to you. Is it real?

Exactly what kind of star cruiser did it
come from? Show it to us again.

As head of convention security, I think
we 86 this guy right now. Dale, please.

We're not going to 86 anyone. Look, we
don't know anything about this guy or

that, that, that, that thing.

They could both be radioactive.

For all we know, that thing could make
us glow like Bonserian softworms.

I assure you, the fragment is harmless.

Ah, tell that to the cancerous lump
growing on my spine, Rummy.

I'm going to ask you in the box to leave
nicely.

I ask again, we're going to tussle.
Please, just listen to me.

For 22 years, I was a civilian
accountant at Nellis Air Force Base.

That's Area 51.

Duh.

Check the non -com work records if you
don't believe me. You'll find my name

there.

Max Buford?

Buford.

Two weeks ago, I was assigned to audit
the construction of an underground

storage facility.

I found a discrepancy. When I went to
inquire about it, I thought it...

Strange craft being disassembled by
military personnel.

Pieces of the ship were being placed in
the boxes in preparation for being

hauled away on trains.

I was told to forget everything I'd
seen.

And although I tried to ignore it and
simply do my job, I found I could not.

Betraying the trust that was placed in
me, I stole one of the smaller boxes,

it in the trunk of my car, and drove
away.

That box is before you now.

That is an amazing story, Mr. Buford.
It's the truth.

Our government is conspiring with the
creatures that built the craft that this

came from.

But the world needs to know.

Does the government know this thing is
missing?

Probably. In which case... They'll kill
you.

Dead. Hell, I knew a guy who knew a guy.

That guy crossed the fence just like you
did.

Ten years later, he's eaten at the Jolly
Troll smorgasbord.

In Billings? That's the one.

Bang. goes face down into his tater
totter. Turns out a mother -humping

attack just rocked his world.

Coincidence?

I think not.

Dale, why would you tell a story like
that?

Mr. Buford, I think it's truly
courageous of you to come here. And I

speak for all of us when I say thank you
from the bottom of our hearts.

Well, I ain't thanking him. His story's
a load of crap.

That fragment didn't come from Area 51.
There are no train tracks going into

that base. Apparently the hair goo has
infected your brain. He's referring to

the cold fusion underground rail system
they got. Shut up. There is no

underground rail system. You shut up.
The damn photos are on the internet.

all seen them. What if aliens sent them?

The Makonia have always been willing to
share their technology with us. The

Makonia got nothing to do with this.
This kind of technology, it's...

Sportage.

All the way. What if the fragment isn't
still?

What if the government sent him here as
part of some disinformation campaign?

Anyone think of that?

Well, if the fragment is real, where's
the disinformation?

Maybe they just want us to think it's
real.

Or the aliens wanted us to see the
fragment because they need to tell us

something. Yeah!

Like maybe it's a distress signal from
deep within their base station on the

ocean floor. You're all missing the
point.

Think of all the grainy photographs and
half -baked stories we've hitched our

wagons to over the years trying to grab
onto something that proved that our

belief in aliens was justified.

We have it now.

This fragment, it's our holy grail. Is
that what you believe?

You with your hoity -toity college
education?

It's what I believe, too.

ike pilchard transit system coordinator
and me tyler buttram my advanced degrees

in portuguese literature animal
husbandry ditto except for the degrees

although i am certified to work as an x
-ray tech mr buford we've already set up

a press conference for tomorrow and with
your permission i'd like to reveal the

fragment to the world are you high on
the crack the feds will be on him like

maggots on roadkill look You're a
relative newcomer to these conventions,

Trust me, there's a lot of things that
you just don't know about.

Well, there's one thing that I do know.
With Mr. Buford and the fragment out in

the open, the government would be stupid
to do anything.

Even you can see that, Dale.

Boo is absolutely right, Mr.

Buford, really. It's the only way to
save yourself.

I just want you to know I appreciate
what you're doing. Well, Mr. Buford, I

assure you the feeling is mutual.

I know that some of us may seem a
little, um, extreme, but for the most

we're good people.

Can I tell you something?

Tonight, you have renewed my faith that
aliens exist here on Earth, and for

that, I'm really grateful.

This is your room.

Now, if there's anything you need, just
page me and I'll be here in a flash.

Okay. Rest assured you're safe with us.

I got one man eyeballing your car from
the roof.

Another one will be outside this door
all night. Really?

You think that's necessary?

A little information can get a guy
killed.

Enough said.

I like to think that a little
information can be uplifting.

Now, remember what I said. If you need
anything... Here.

Are you trying to be ignorant when you
say things like that?

Why? What did I say? Well, you said that
there'd be a guy up on the roof and

someone outside his door.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but you're the
only security we have, right? Well, he

doesn't have to know that.

Do you think he's going to feel safer
knowing the entire FBI is out to Ruby

Ridge him and I'm the only thing
standing in the way? The FBI doesn't

he is. Wake up and smell the cheese,
honey.

The walls have eyes.

Any one of those people in that room
tonight could be the FBI in deep cover

assignment.

Oh, sure, you're saying Dale's all buggy
and paranoid.

I've made inquiries into certain people,
and it wouldn't surprise me one little

bit. that it comes back that they're not
who they say they are.

And who exactly are you referring to?

Well, when I get the facts, you'll be
the first to know.

But only because I like you.

Some ignorant types may think my kind of
a job is a nowhere's road to dead ends,

Bill. But to me, parking lot security is
the first line of defense.

Say, do either of you ladies like me?

Dale, I've got to talk to you. Excuse
me, can't you see I'm talking to some

ladies?

These aren't ladies, Dale, they're men.

I was attacked in my room.

Dale.

Felt they're gone.

Don't be too sure.

Describe them.

Um, flat nose, hopeless eyes.

Fortis.

Stinking Fortis.

Consider yourself lucky.

Fortis have been known to mutilate a
body faster than you can say Steady

5.

But if our government taught them one
thing, it's how to get in and out

In other words, sometimes in their
hurry, they leave a little something

Maybe nothing more than a flake of skin
or a bead of gooey green sweat.

Dale, there's nothing under there.

But what about this?

Oh, what is it?

Well, I'm thinking maybe you wounded one
during the struggle. Could be a hunk of

skin tissue, some kind of blood, maybe
even...

Hair gel.

Admit it, Gunther! It was you and your
digit -worshipping friends that attacked

me in my room! Digit -worshipping? Ooh,
that hurt.

These are serious charges, Gunther.

If you and the fifth column were
involved... Why the hell would I even

time? To make Boo look foolish, maybe?
She doesn't need any of my help. Far as

can tell, she's foolish enough already.
Not to mention gullible and simple

-minded. You might as well fess up,
Gunther. We know you were there. You

your calling card behind.

Fine! Fine!

It was us.

We were just trying to make a point.

I mean, if she is stupid enough to
believe that a bunch of cheesy -looking

aliens could attack her, who knows what
else she could buy into, huh? Like, say,

a floating metal fragment? Good example.
The girl's a flake, just like the rest

of you.

Hell, this was supposed to be my year,
damn it!

The fifth column's year.

Why couldn't you believe?

In this.

Bingo.

Smoking gun and all.

Look what we found in the dumpster
behind Mr. Monty. Got that hair squidge

over it. Pulp's rounding up the last bit
over at the restaurant.

I have never been so disgusted in all
my... Gunther, pack your bag.

As president of the North American UFO
Convention, I hereby suspend you and the

rest of the fifth column for any further
participation in NAWFOC events.

Stay calm!

Screw you and your convention.

You can't deny us our right to be heard.
Go ahead and try.

The finger will not be silenced.

Gunther, I'd always thought he'd go too
far someday.

You sure you're okay, boo?

I'm good.

As a matter of fact, I am better than
good because with Gunther out of the

this press conference tomorrow is really
going to soar on the wings of an eagle.

When you say hang in there, do you mean
hang in the earth? We will say to the

world, there are things in the universe
that we don't understand.

Things that the government is afraid to
share with us. Boo. But we have

discovered something that will change
all of that. Something that we are

to share with you.

You can call it what you want, but we
call it the truth.

Boo!

We've got a problem.

is it duct tape some wire conductive
tubing tell it again from the

beginning like i said i walked in and
the bus boy was poking around at the air

vent with a broom and ping it opened and
all the stuff fell out of course what

do you mean of course of course what
what are you people talking about

and wires and jerry rig remote control
probably holograms too and animatronic

sock puppets That floating fragment was
nothing but a piece of theater.

And we fell for it.

Hook, line, and sinker. People, for all
you know, this could be Gunther's

handiwork. Or maybe it's been up there
for years.

I bet my bippy if you stick a few
magnets on a thing like this and tape it

the ceiling, you're gonna find... Where
are the magnets? Mr. Bruford pulled a

fast one on us.

It's alien autopsy all over again.

We are so stupid. But why? Why would he
do this?

Maybe we're just jumping to conclusions.

She's right.

For all we know, the government put
Buford up to this. Right, the

make us look bad.

Come on, everybody.

Sometimes a piece of tubing is just a
piece of tubing.

I looked into Mr. Buford's eyes, and he
was telling us the truth.

Mr. Buford, it's only us. We just want
to talk.

Wait, this is so unnecessary.

Yeah, well, then why isn't he answering
the door, huh?

Gosh. Mr. Buford, we're sorry to barge
in like this.

I think Max is gone.

Telling us the truth.

Yeah.

Just like we thought.

Mr. Buford's gone and so is his box.

Not to mention everything in the
minibar. Damned hotel bear not tried

us for it. Hey, the towels are missing
and so is the rubber bath mat.

What a weirdo. Nobody up front saw him
go, but we scoured the parking lot for

his car and it definitely isn't there.

How could he just leave us like that
without saying anything? Maybe there's a

perfectly logical explanation.

Yeah. Like maybe he knew the feds were
closing in. I keep telling you, the

government didn't know he was here.

What if the government did know he was
here?

Because somebody told them about it.

You mean like Gunther? Yeah, Gunther!

He had a motive. Could be Gunther.

Could be somebody else.

Yeah.

Like... Like... Like nobody.

The man bolted because this whole thing
is a lie.

Maybe we're wrong about Mr. Buford.

Maybe we're wrong about a lot of things.

Who?

Who? Where are you going?

Thought I'd find you here.

Have a drink.

Looks like you need one.

Sex on the beach.

How did you know that was my drink?

Oh, you'd be amazed what you can find
out about people if you do a little

surfing.

Do you mind if I, uh... You okay?

Oh, yeah, I'm great.

Considering this feels like the worst
day of my life, I should have listened

you when you said how complicated things
are.

You wanted that fragment to be real in
the worst way, huh?

I'd rather not talk about it.

Funny thing is, you know how you feel.

Can you keep a secret?

Sure.

You know that story I tell about when
the aliens, you know... My God.

Dale, are you saying that that actually
happened?

No,

no, no. I mean, it never happened.

I made it up.

You've got to believe me. I wanted it to
happen.

I mean, I wanted to see aliens.

I still do.

Just because you want something to be
true.

I understand.

Really, I do. I know there are aliens
out there and all.

God, I know how desperate that must
sound.

I just want it to be accepted, you know?

I mean all the people here at the
convention, they're like my family.

They accepted me when nobody else would.

It's all based on a lie.

Wow.

You were great, boo.

Now, I've been with a lot of women. Not
that I'm bragging.

But, wow.

You were... And that was... Wow.

You didn't think it was wow, did you?
No, it was fine, Dale. It was just what

needed. It was?

It was real.

It happened.

There's no denying it.

That's one way of looking at it, I
guess.

You and I just had sex.

It's a fact.

It was way better for you than it was
for me. That's another fact.

Now, wait a minute.

Just because I wouldn't stick my
tongue... Dale, I'm not passing

It's just that I have never been more
confused or tired in my whole life.

Hello?

Mr. Buford?

Try and understand what I'm saying.

It's all about John, okay?

John! His life is going down the drain!

Who? What the hell are you talking
about?

Listen, it's nothing personal, Mr.
Buford, but you sound like you've been

drinking. Please, listen to me very
carefully.

I'm not trying to turn you on or turn
you off. I'm, uh, I'm venting, okay?

I'm venting! Actually, Mr. Buford, I'm
right in the middle of something.

The

nerve

of that man. After all that he's done to
me to call here at this hour.

Where did Buford say he was?

Doesn't even matter. He's drunk and he's
probably feeling sorry for himself.

Maybe. But if I've learned anything from
my experience in the security field,

It's that nothing is ever as it seems.

The man called you for a reason, Boo.

We need to find out why.

I

could

have told you this was a waste of time.

Mr. Buford!

Oh my God, there he is.

Is he?

He's dead, all right.

Something is not right here.

Dale, please. You saw all the bottles.

He was inebriated. Obviously, he hit his
head and then he fell down and he bled

to death. Sure, sure. He seemed drunk.
But was he?

150 cc's of government -grade sodium
pentothal would have exactly the same

effect on him.

Government did not do this.

I'm not saying it was the government.

Could be the fifth column for all we
know. Or the Masons. Or the Illuminati,

maybe.

There's a damn fragment. That's what I
want to know.

Well, obviously the government got it
back. Ooh, or maybe it was the aliens.

Except that's not what this picture
says.

Tell you what I think.

Government guys follow them, think they
found their pride, discover they're

wrong, get a little carried away
demonstrating their disappointment.

Or, have you thought of this?

Maybe it's just what it seems to be.

Mr. Buford was a lonely drunk who
thought he could have a few laughs

fast one on a bunch of social outcasts.
That's exactly what they want you to

think.

Look, when it comes to UFOs, the
government's agenda never changes.

Discredit, disavow, disinform.

Now, what you see is real, but it's a
little more complicated.

A spaceship looks like a spaceship.
Hell, it may even be a damn spaceship,

it's not really a spaceship.

You ever wonder how much work it would
take the people who come up with these

plans to actually come up with them?

That's why the government has whole
agencies dedicated to this kind of

FEMA, ATM, CIA, the Trifab Commission.

The what?

You ever heard about the Trifab
Commission?

Probably better that way.

Oh, yeah, much better that way.

You know, you're starting to sound like
me, doubting everything.

Maybe I'm just winding up.

It's all about John, okay?

John! It's all about John.

His life is going down the drain.

His life is going down the drain.

I'm venting, okay? I'm venting!

Smart son of a bitch.

He kept it wrapped up nice and tight to
keep in the light.

So I guess it is real.

Maybe.

I still want to believe in it, but I
want to believe because I know

intrinsically what it is.

Obviously, it's no ordinary hunk of
metal.

Well, yeah.

I mean, it floats.

But do we know why it floats?

No. Does the fact that it floats mean
that it comes from outer space and

the only possible explanation?

I'm not qualified to say, and neither
are you.

The fact that it does what it does, it's
got to be from an alien technology.

Or maybe it's just a really clever magic
trick and we haven't figured out how

they're doing it.

If you want to drive yourself crazy
thinking up all these what -ifs, go

ahead.

Personally, I think it's time to look
what truth I do know squarely in the

You want to know why I believe in
aliens?

I believe in aliens because I needed to.

When I was in college, I met this guy,
Winton, and we had a little daughter

named Krishna.

One day, we were all heading to this
ashram in Oregon.

It was Winton's idea. He was always...
Very spiritual that way.

And we stopped at this little cafe out
in the middle of nowhere so I could use

the bathroom.

And when I came out, they were gone.

They just drove off without you?

They never showed up at the ashram and
they never went back to our little

apartment. And when I called Wynton's
family to find out what had happened,

said no. I mean, as far as they knew,
Wynton and Krishna had just vanished.

Maybe they weren't telling the truth.

Well, I'm sure they weren't.

I guess I got really carried away
because the next thing I know, I'm

in this hospital, and I'm looking out
the window day after day thinking to

myself, where'd they go?

Where'd they go?

And then one day, another patient
wanders by and says, maybe the aliens

them.

And I thought to myself,

well, why the hell not?

I mean, I could live with that.

The funny thing is,

When I started to feel better.

Sounds like his family talked him into
leaving you.

And taking the baby with him.

Guess I need to look into that, huh?

So, what do we do about this?

We tell the truth.

What is with all the mystery?

We really need to get down to the
convention floor.

I've got to boot the finish setting up.
Look, everyone, I know this is

inconvenient, but I promise it's
important.

Oh, Boo, come on in.

Okay, you all remember how we searched
Mr. Buford's hotel room yesterday?

Well, we missed something.

You found the fragment?

Well done, Boo, well done. I knew it
would turn up. I thought we all agreed

was fake.

That's funny. I don't remember anyone
agreeing to anything.

Well, why don't you check the ceiling
tiles and go ahead and rip up the carpet

if you like.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

I told you it wasn't fake.

No, I told you.

What are we all sitting here for? Come
on, let's take it downstairs.

Everybody, hang on just a second.

Wait a minute, okay?

Now, we have to be very careful about
this.

Ike says he wants us to be taken more
seriously.

And that's what has to happen.

You don't think they're going to take
this seriously? Are any of you a

metallurgist? Maybe a physicist?

How about your plain old garden variety
scientist?

I didn't think so.

Which means that as interesting as this
thing is, we don't know what it is.

Therefore, we are going to present this
to the world as a mystery.

And we are going to invite the world,
the government included, to help us

that mystery.

The government?

Don't you see?

This is a part of our problem.

We don't trust anybody, not even
ourselves.

Which is why I'm hoping that by reaching
out in the spirit of cooperation, that

we can end the mistrust and the
paranoia.

Ike, you want me to do it?

You're our leader.

I think the world should hear about this
from one voice.

Yours.

Thank you, Boo.

I appreciate this.

Is there anyone here who doesn't agree
with what we're doing?

Good.

Let's go tell the world.

Where the hell is everyone?

Didn't you just pass them in the hall?
They're heading down to the convention

floor. No.

Who's got the suitcase?

Ike does.

We've got to stop him. Dale, don't get
me started.

I just saw Gunther Van Owen in the
parking lot. I don't think he's here for

refreshments. What are you talking
about?

Remember when I said I was looking into
some people?

Well, say hello to Ike Pilchard, Gunther
Van Owen's best buddy and card

-carrying member of the Fifth Column and
the F .B. Freaking High.

You've got to listen to me before you go
down there.

Do you recognize the guy in the potato
pack, Ray?

That's Ike. At a fifth column picnic ten
years ago. I got this off the fifth

column website.

Here's another shocker.

Gunther Van Owen.

He's a Shriner.

So?

It's basic. Basic.

Shriners are masons.

Masons have ties to the U .S.
government, which have gone all the way

the beginning of the republic.

Now, to reach the highest level of
masondom, the 33rd level, masons from

over the world have to travel to
Washington, D .C.

The connections are obvious. The fifth
column and the FBI are one and the same.

Dale, that is the flimsiest story. All
right, all right. What about this one,

then?

This was from the telephone directory of
the J. Edgar Hoover building in

Washington, D .C.

What's Gunther's name doing on there if
he isn't a fed?

Oh, my God. Gunther Van Owen right there
on the page.

Disavow. Discredit.

Disinformed. Exactly.

Doesn't that sound like Gunther to you?
It sounds like the whole damn government

to me.

So Ike and Gunther... Are plants.

Hide in plain sight times two. And I
have just put the fragment into their

hands. How much do you want to bet that
those...

Bastards have already switched that
fragment for some cheap plastic doodad

that when Ike gets up there and reveals
it to the world... Everyone's going to

think we're lying. They're going to
think we're a bunch of crazy people.

got to stop them. Come on.

Thank you.

to welcome you all to the 10th annual
North American UFO Convention.

I think you'll find this year's

gathering is, well, to put it mildly,
kind of special.

And I'm happy to see our friends in the
media have shown up too.

I promise you, you will not be
disappointed.

So our story begins at Mr. Monty's house
upon... There's columns here, I can

feel it.

The CIA, the FBI, the tripod commission.

If I

know anything about how the feds
operate, he's their

insurance policy. Come on, hurry. So, to
be honest, we're not exactly sure how

poor Mr. Buford came to this untimely
demise last night. All we do know is

he showed up, gave us the spaceship
fragment that's in this suitcase,

Then ran.

Now, those of us who attend these
conferences, we hear a lot of stories,

some of them are pretty fantastical,
which is all a convoluted way of saying

that what I'm about to show you, well, I
guess I'll let it speak for itself.

No, sir, I can't. Not today.

Dale, what are you doing?

We know all about you and Gunther. You
fit column levers. I got him. Who are

talking about?

Ladies and gentlemen, I must apologize.

Those of us at Malfoy are well aware
that Mr. LaRose is somewhat prone to

hyperbole.

Don't listen to him, folks.

Right here is the picture definition of
liar.

What he doesn't want you to know is that
he is an agent of the government, the

federal government, who have been trying
to get their stinking hands on this

metal fragment since we got it last
night. Ladies and gentlemen, I implore

He wanted us to open this and show you
what was inside.

knew that you would think that we are
liars and we're crazy because there's

nothing in here.

The truth is aliens are real. They're
here. They're among us and they're

with our government.

Our government is lying to us.

More and more shots now ringing out.

It's just pandemonium here on the
convention floor. Dale was telling the

That's why the government killed him.
You've got to listen to me.

Disavow. Discredit.

Disinform. That's what they're trying to
do to us.

Please, we're just getting word now that
the police have surrounded the shooter.

Don't move them up.

Our source is telling us now that the
police have a tentative ID on the

Apparently, he belongs to a splinter
group which is at odds with the

leadership over some kind of alien
finger.

His name is Gunther Van Owen. That is
not the truth.

Gunther Van Owen works for the
government. Gunther Van Owen is the

Ladies and gentlemen, it's a very, very
sad day here. The question isn't really

do aliens exist. We'll probably never
know the answer to that. The real issue

here is what would make one of these
people so angry?

What would cause them to become so
unhinged that they would perpetrate an

violence like this?

A toaster?

Dale's right.

How is he?

He is fine.

It would be a whole lot better if that
so -called marksman hit the death where

he was supposed to.

When we get back to the office, I would
like a word with him.

And the package, can I see it?

Right here.

Good job, Agent Bolson.

The folks back there will buy the goods
we just sold them? If you mean, will

anyone know that twice that commission
did this?

I doubt it.

Those poor crazy bastards back there.

No one will ever believe a word they say
ever again.

Even when they're right.

I believe.

I believe.

I believe.

I believe.

I believe.

Sometimes the best way to hide the truth
is to keep it in

plain sight.

Next on Hi -Fi, Cherry Falls.

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On an all new episode of Lex.

Oh yeah, baby, that feels good.

Yeah.

Hey. What is it? I can feel something.

What, 790?

My. Yes, yes.

Hands.

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