That pretty Japanese doctor
at the hospital contacted me

and told me of your interest.
I figured since I was springing for the
grub, you'd be delighted to see me.

Well, I'm here, you're here.
I'm hungry, you're hungry.
None of us have eaten.

Why don't we have some dinner?
I'll wise you up to some things
you ought to know. What do you say?

They occur regularly. Nobody bothers
except the few of us who know better.

Have you learned enough
to know better, Doctor?

If you mean do I believe in
flying saucers, absolutely not.

You seem like an intelligent man.
You'll change your mind.

I've investigated sightings
from Senegal to Manitoba.

The abductions in the Congo
are virtually identical

to the investigations
you've been making here.

- I'm not investigating abductions.
- Oh?

Missing time.
Little grey men, large eyes.

Medical probes. Sounds familiar?
Take 100 sightings. 60 aren't reported.
25 are honest misidentifications.

Ten are BS
of the National Enquirer variety.

The remaining five?
Ah, the remaining five.

Amazing, incredible,
totally unidentified and entirely real.

I've been onto abductions for years,
long before they became fashionable.

Look, I didn't just come here
to have dinner and a few laughs.

- We need each other, Doctor.
- How d'you figure that?

I've been hosting regular meetings
of abductees,

a sort of group therapy session.
We are in dire need of a professional
who can help heal them,
lend credibility to their plight.

You just don't get it, do you, Leach?
I'm not interested in UFOs.