Plan 9 from Outer Space

It's Inspector Clay's grave !
Be he ain't in it!

But meanwhile, in the Pentagon, in Washington DC...
Try G2...
...come in !
Yes of course, I'll keep in touch.
Come in, Colonel Edwards. Close the door. At ease, Colonel.
-Thank you, Sir.
-Sit down.

I understand, Colonel, you've been on tap for many of our saucer attacks.
I'm in charge of field operations, Sir.
You believe there are such things as flying saucers, Colonel ?
-You've seen them ?

You realize there's a government directive
stating that there is no such thing as a flying saucer?

Do you stand by your statement that you've seen flying saucers ?
Well, uh...
This could mean a court marshall. Admitting this against direct orders.
General Roberts, may I speak freely ?
-You may.
How could I hope to hold down my command

if I didn't believe in what I saw and shot at?
-I, uh, like you Colonel.
-Thank you, Sir.

There are flying saucers.
There's no doubt they are in our skies.
They've been there for some time.

What're we going to do about them ?
-Who knows ?
-Then, uh, they really are there ?

-I thought you were convinced of that !
-I am.