You don't believe us.
I don't believe the timing.
You're just trying to save your jobs.
We wouldn't make it up, Major.
No, Steve, it's all right.
That's absurd. This is no hoax.
Well, then they're misreading their data.
They're just seeing what they want to see.
No. Believe me, I didn't
want to see what I saw.
Because my faith says it's impossible.
Your what?
I believe God made man in his own image.
And his gift of life to Earth is unique.
Alien life can't exist.
But we found it.
And now I have to accept it.
Stand by.
You didn't have to keep it a secret.
I wasn't sure you wanted someone around
with the Good Book in her pocket.
A Jesus freak now believes in spacemen.
Hallelujah. Must be true.
You be Scully, I'll be Mulder.
You wanted evidence, you've got it.
A couple of weird cells doesn't mean
we've got Martians running around.
I'm telling you, this is a breakthrough.
Can you imagine the media response?
If I'm right, and you were too pig-headed
to go check it out?
Gatecrash is a mile above top secret.
You go public, I'll skin you alive.
You mess this up,
you'll get fed to the wolves.
So why risk it?
Let's go see what they've got.
Morning.
Mornin', Sheriff.
I don't like Sheriff. Call me Angel.
No wise-ass comments, no funny face.
Maybe we'll get along, Mister?
O'Bannon. Steve.
What's your rank, Steve?
Maybe we won't get along.
I could toss your ass in jail
for busting up that bar.
Self-defense.
Tell it to the judge.
You have the right to remain silent.
You have the right to an attorney.
My rank's Captain, Sheriff.
So, Captain. Your buddies with the bats.
When'd you see 'em last?
In the bar. Why?
Gone. Missing.
I don't know anything about it.
What's a Special Ops team doing here?
Looking for Osama.
Ah, Captain. Me no dumb local savage.
Me all the time talk, talk pretty good.
Me study criminology at UCLA.
Okay. Here's the truth. I lead a special detail
that's been sent here to find extraterrestrial life.
So? Why didn't you say so?
Why do I bother?
Look, Captain. If I wanted to hear crap
about space aliens, I'd talk to my grandma.
Why, has she seen 'em?
Oh, yeah. She sees 'em all the time
on the TV set.
They watch her. Keep her awake at nights.
Maybe you'd like to talk to her.
Yeah, I would.
Don't yank my chain.
Uncle Sam better vouch for you
or we're not gonna be friends. Hear me?
Loud and clear.
Al and Jill.
You start at HQ and head south.
Romeo, go east. I'm going north.
Mental, scan wide with the drone. Al.
Al, any Tau Seven reading yet? Over.
Says one-point-four here, Steve,
and it's getting stronger.
Stay on it. Out.
Ultra-light picked up a hot spot somewhere
north of here, but couldn't lock down its position.
O'Bannon to Romeo. I need a temp wrap.
Over.
O'Bannon to Romeo. Check in.
What've you got? Over.
Uh, Romeo here. Still nothing.
Tau Seven level is point-zero-three.
Bloody amazing.
A real live E.T. could be out here
and we could make the first contact.
What do we say to it?
Well, I don't imagine an alien life
form's gonna speak English.
Now, just go with me here.
What's the first thing you'd ask him?
How you say cold beer in alien?
How're you holding up?
I keep telling myself,
God does everything for a reason.
All creatures great and small.
Even creatures from other worlds.
I still can't get my head around it.
It's a mindblower.
Yeah. And we found it.
Something to tell our kids about.
Oh, kids.
What, you know something I don't?
Sir, no, sir. Purely hypothetical.
We don't need to reopen the
children discussion. Do we?
Unless you want to.
Hey, Jill. Aliens were here.
Partying.
What have we got here?
Relax, tough guy. It's dead.
Alf-eaten.
That's one big ugly bug.
And radioactive.
Hmm, what do you do, Lieutenant?
I hunt down Martians.
Oh, really? Hmm, that's so cool.
Well, actually, I chase itsy-bitsy traces
of weird radiation.
You bet. It's a rush.
Here we go. Bird's up.
Scanning for Tau