Alien Autopsy (2006) - full transcript

Hello, Qwerty Films.

Morgan Banner for Michael Kuhn.

Push the door.

That works. Good.

Oh, great. It's dark.

There's no lights here,
so careful.

What is this story anyway?

Michael wouldn't tell me
who these people are,

what their story is,
so I don't know.

What do you mean,
they're not here?

They're around
the corner having a coffee.



They'll be up in a minute.
What are you talking about?

I've traveled 4000 miles
for this meeting.

I know.

I know, but they won't come up
unless I phone them...

and tell them
that you've signed this.

It's
a confidentiality agreement.

Jesus Christ.

I... I've had enough
of this bullshit.

No, Morgan. Morgan, wait.
Michael,

what do you think I do?

Just action. Just...

I make documentaries.

They put them in cinemas
all over the world

for millions of people



to watch them.

I don't make confidential films.

I realize that.

But this...

This thing...

This thing

these people have done,

the thing that I want you
to hear...

well, they've kept it secret
for 10 years.

They're still not sure how
many laws they broke doing it.

And they simply want to know
that if you're not interested,

you won't tell their story
to anyone else.

This had better be so good.

Ray, are you all right?

If you don't mind,
I'll do all the talking, yeah?

You can't stop exaggerating.

What are you talking about?

You gotta relax a bit more.

Look, careful.

Hi.

You all right?

Uh, my name's

Ray Santilli.

This is my friend,
Gary Shoefield.

All right?

You've probably never heard

of us though, have you?

Um,

why don't you type
Ray's name into Google

and see what happens? Yeah.

Ah, come on.

S-A-N-T-I...

Double L, I.

Yeah.

How many hits?

Three million, nine hundred
eighty-two thousand...

Four hundred.

And seven. Seven.

Yeah.

Mmm.

Bet you wanna hear
their story now.

Gary, how are you doing?

How do you think I'm doing?
You took my car.

Calm down, Gary,
we discussed this.

Yes, Ray.

We discussed it, and I said no.

Gary, please,
it's only for one day.

Look...

whatever you do,
don't eat in the car.

Okay, mate.

Hey, thanks, Gary.

And, mate,

I appreciate this.

Ray...

If you suspect...

You up yet, Nan?

...an illegal or pirated video,
please call the number...

I'm putting the new
Woody Harrelson on the telly.

It's called
Natural Born Killers.

I think you'll like it.

Just, uh...

Just don't stop it
once it's started, will you?

I'm taping it
for a couple of friends.

All right, sweetheart.

Where are you going?

I thought you wanted to watch
the film.

Uh, maybe later, uh,
when I get back.

Back from where?

My date.

Your date?

His name's Maurice.
I met him at bingo.

Well, where's he taking you?

Margate, for the day.

Oh, I cannot wait.

I haven't been on a date

in 47 years.

Now, just hold on.

I don't know anything
about this Maurice character.

And if you've just met him,
you don't either.

I don't like this, Nan. I don't
like this one little bit.

Ah.

Oh, hello.

Maurice.

Right.

This is a first date, yes?

No funny business.

I'm not sure I underst...

And I want her back here
by 4:00,

or there'll be trouble.
Raymond, go, please.

Do we understand each other?

Four o'clock.

I'll be waiting.

Guess what I got?

You get them Babe tapes?

Yeah. Plus three GoldenEye.

Come on, now. I've got cushions.

I've got... I've got pillows.

I've got T-shirts,
all featuring the king.

What about you, my darling?

All these...
All the way from Vegas.

All... Oh...

So you say this is
a genuine Toy Story video?

Yes. I've got friends
in the business, all right?

They look after me.

You got friends in Hollywood?

Yeah. Me and Mr. Potato Head
are like this:

That's me on top there, look.
All right?

I got something for you.
Here we go, my friend.

Timecop, special edition.
Van Damme has never been better.

I don't want one
of your stolen videos,

thank you very much.

They're copied, yeah?

With great care
and attention by me,

so you'll have no problem,
all right?

Well, that's where you're right,
Mr. Santilli.

Islington Council
trading standards officer.

And it's you
that's got the problem.

Oi!

Arrest him.

Come here.

I told you on the phone,
I can't help you.

But you're my lawyer.

I'm not your lawyer.

I'm not anyone's lawyer
because I'm not a lawyer,

Ray.

I'm a clerk
in a Legal Department.

But they've impounded
all my stock.

I have to get it back.

This month's sales are paying

for my trip to America, Gary.

A buying trip that's gonna
transform my whole business.

I'm sorry. Please go now.

All right.

Help me out of this,

and I'll cut you in as well.

You're sitting on my receipts.

I want you to leave.

What are you talking about?

You can't wanna be a legal clerk

for the rest of your life.

Gary, a word in your ear,
please.

I'm not going to be.

Come on. Chop-chop.

Come in. Have a seat.

I wanted to have a word
with you, Gary.

Because there's gonna be
an opportunity opening up

for a bright young individual
that the firm

is willing to send back
to college

to get their law degree

and then put on a fast track
to top management.

I had heard some rumors.

Well, because of
your experience,

because of your knowledge
of this company

and the people working
in this company,

Mm-hm. we wanted to ask you...

Really?

Who you'd choose,
Marcus or Rachel?

It's not easy, is it?

Who would you be
more comfortable calling boss?

- Yes, sir, that's three portions.
- Okay.

- That's right.
- You all right, mate?

Best thing that
ever happened to you, Gary.

That's it.

Well, now you know
you've got no future there.

Tell 'em to shove it.

Here you go, lads. Thanks.

Look, think about it.

How are you ever gonna date
a Page 3 girl

or drive a Pontiac GTO

working as a lawyer
for a biscuit firm?

I don't care what you say.

I'm not going
to America with you.

Aren't you tired
of playing it safe yet?

I mean, take a risk.

Bet on yourself.

Bet on myself?

Yeah.

Maybe you're right.

Of course, I'm right.

Why do I need them?

Exactly.

I could pay for myself

to go to law school.

What?

Apply for a place myself,
pay the fees myself.

You mean, after we get back
from America.

I'm not going to America.

Yeah, but you haven't got
any money.

Ah, but I will have though,
when I sell my car.

Do you have any idea
what a mint condition,

perfectly restored 1974
Ford Capri goes for these days?

Ray,

where's my car?

I can sell Elvis stuff
standing on my head.

Authentic memorabilia,

that's the business
we're going into.

You can't still
be huffy about the car.

Why not?

But look what you've got
in its place, though. Hm?

A stake in your own business.

And this time,
we're going right to the top.

Don't want your sag aloo?

Nope.

Wicked. Cheers.

The plan was perfect.

Elvis had given a concert
in Cleveland in 1954.

So we stuck an ad
in the local paper,

saying that we were gonna be
in town for a few days

and we'd pay cash to anybody
who had any old photos

or better still, film footage
of the king himself

performing there
40 years before.

Then the idea was
we'd bring it all home,

sell it for a fortune.

Well, that was the idea.

Gary. Gary.

You've got to come see this.

This is Harvey.

Hello.

Look. Look at that.

It's the king performing here
41 years ago.

And...

it's uncopyrighted.

So you think
you might be interested?

Uh... maybe.

Maybe.

Condition's not great. Mmm.

Oh, and there's no sound...
No sound.

...which is a problem.
It's a problem.

I'll tell you what, why don't
we forget the whole thing?

Why don't you go next door
and get yourself some more punch

while I discuss this
with my business partner?

Fine.

Fine.

Oh... Will it be expensive?

No. I've got him
in the palm of my hand.

Ooh-ooh.

Jesus! You scared
the life out of me.

Hang on a minute.

If you've come back
about the film,

well, I'm sorry,
you're too late.

A deal's a deal, you know.
I'm fine with the deal.

I have another piece of film
I think

that you'll be interested in.

Well, what is it?

I don't have it with me.

But you've really got
to see it to understand.

Did you just see that?

What?

There's a shooting star
just there, right above us.

Yeah. Well, it's gone now.

Yeah.

Yeah.

There are things up there
so beautiful,

sometimes I've cried...

just thinking about them.

Hmm.

Beautiful...

and terrible.

Both.

Well, it's gonna be a wild ride
for you, Raymond.

A wild, wild ride.

After you.

This is it.

I was a combat photographer

for the United States Air Corps.

One night in 1947,

I was pulled out of bed

and flown for five hours
to an air base

that I'd never heard of.

Where I was ordered
to... film this.

All right,
all right. Just a minute. Just a minute.

Can you say that again?

The film showed the autopsy

of an alien being.

It was carried out
at Roswell Air Base, New Mexico,

in July, 1947.

And you saw the footage?

Mm. What did you think?

Well, I didn't see it, you see.

'Cause like I said,
I'd had the early night,

so I didn't go with him
to... To Florida.

You had jet lag.
Didn't you have jet lag?

No, I think I drank
too much punch, to be honest.

It was drunk punch.

Do you have any idea
what it would mean

if this was actually true?

If you'd actually found
documented proof

that man wasn't alone
in the universe?

It would be
the most important discovery

in the history of mankind.

It would change everything
forever.

And you're telling me,

out of all the people
on the planet,

you're the one who's been
blessed with this discovery?

Isn't it brilliant?

Oh, I can't deal with this.

I can't deal with another one
of your fantastic lies.

But it's not a lie.

Look, just sell
your imaginary film

and the rest of this bloody tat.

Give me my money back.

We'll never have
to talk about it again.

I can't. Harvey wants
$30,000 for the film.

Where am I gonna get
$30,000 from?

I don't know and I don't care.

I need an investor, Gary,
to put up the money.

You have to help me.

If you ask me,

it wasn't an investor he needed,

it was a nutcase who already
believed this UFO nonsense.

And fortunately,

just the right nutcase

happened to share
Gary's passion for cars.

Laszlo Voros.

This guy who
is some kind of banker,

or investor or something?

No.

No, no, he was a psycho
Hungarian art dealer

who had a booming coke business
on the side.

He lived with his Jamaican
boyfriend-cum-bodyguard

in Belgravia.

I'd met him at a car show
in Birmingham

'cause we're both obsessed
with Detroit muscle cars

of the 1970s.

And frankly,
he scared the shit out of me.

But Ray was desperate,

and Voros was a big fan
of crop circles.

So Gary made the call.

Me?

Um, hi. Are you, uh...?

Get in.

Okay.

This had better be good,
Mr. Santilli.

Uh...

Is that someone in the boot?

Just concentrate on telling me
about this film.

Well, it's the most unbelievable
thing I've ever seen.

Unbelievable.

There I was in...

There it is, in front of me,
up on the screen,

proof that there is life
on other planets.

And all I need is 30 grand.

Hmm. Why don't we get some air?

You know what I like about
the heavens, Mr. Santilli?

No.

All that beauty.

You know what it is?

No.

Just the remnants
of a massive explosion.

Violence is everywhere, you see.

And I'm something
of a connoisseur

when it comes to violence.

So let me ask you a question.

Are you lying to me
about what's on this film?

No. No, no.

I swear to you, everything I've
told you is absolutely true.

I like you, Ray.

I really do.

You'll have the money
tomorrow in the morning.

I'm... I'm... I'm in pieces
by this point.

I mean, I'm the most scared
I have ever been in my life.

But you got the money though.

Yeah, but don't underestimate

how scary it was. Oh, I'm not.

You know, it was
a really scary moment.

Yeah, but you got the money.
That's what I'm saying.

All right.
But don't underestimate how...

- Hang on.
- Hang on a minute.

You got the money and...

We got the money, yeah.

It's all there? It's all there.

It better be.

Now, whatever happens, I don't
want anybody knowing it was me

who gave you this.

I'm not signing anything,
I'm not banking this money,

and there's nobody still alive

that knows
that I've got this film.

And I want it kept that way.

That was it. I got it.

As far as I was concerned,

I'd just pulled off
the deal of the century.

If this is the most
secret film in history,

why did the cameraman
end up with it?

I don't get that part.

By mistake.

There are eight prints made
of the film.

Four of them
and the original negative

were sent to Washington.

Three more were sent to
Air Force Intelligence in Utah.

And the final print goes back
with Harvey to Florida,

where he's told
it's gonna be picked up.

A week later, the whole world
of military intelligence

is completely turned
on its head.

The Air Force splits
from the Army, right?

That's when that happened. Yeah.

The OSS is broken up
and restructured into the CIA.

None of the cameraman's
contact numbers work anymore.

A year later,
the film in Florida

still hadn't been picked up.

So he hung on to it,

thinking that someday somebody
would just come and get it.

But no one ever did.

Right. Okay.

Take a seat, Jasmine. All right.
Here we go.

Now, I'm sure you've all heard
something about the film

that I've just brought back
from Florida.

And I'm sure a lot of you think

it's just old Ray
up to his old tricks as usual.

Uh...

Preston, get the curtains.
Run the film.

Run it, right.

It's a good buildup, mate.

Ready?

Here we go.

Nine, eight, seven, six...
Five, four, three...

Just coming. It's coming.
It's gonna take a minute.

It'll take a minute.
It's coming.

Is that it?

Hang on. What...?
What's happened to it?

- This is fine.
- The projector's working fine.

It's the film, I think.

No, that's not right.

I told you this would be
a laugh.

No. That's not what I saw.
That's not.

I saw military,
American military

bringing a body
off the back of a truck.

This body was an alien.
It was an alien.

The alien is lying there.

It's just lying there, and then
they start cutting it open

and pulling out all its guts.

You can see its guts come out.

You can see President Truman
looking in the viewing glass.

Excuse me. Could you tell me
where the Rank Film Lab is?

Down there, on your left.

On the left. Thank you.

You don't believe me, do you?

It doesn't matter
what I believe.

Yeah, well, it matters to me.

I really appreciate this,
Aunt P.

Jeffrey!

My nephew's got a problem
with some film.

Oh.

Walk this way.

Yep, yep, yep, yep, yep.

Ah, look at that there...

1940s Kodak safety stock.

You know what the worst thing
you can do

to a film like this is?

Keep it in sealed containers
in a high-temperature,

high-humidity environment
for any length of time.

Well, it's been kept in that can
in a garage in Miami.

For 50 years.

There's your problem.

Smell that.

Oh...

Huh? Oh, sort of... vinegary.

Yeah, that's the film
eating itself. Oh, yeah.

From the moment
that can was opened,

the process will have started.

I mean, we'll do what we can,
but don't hold your breath.

The chances of rescuing anything
from this film

are virtually nonexistent.

It was gone.

It was gone.

Meanwhile, I've got
Laszlo Voros on the phone.

"Where's my film?
Where's my film?

Where is my film?"
All the time ringing.

He keeps going on and on at me.

This is a guy who's had
a revolver at my head.

He's gonna kill me, Gary.
What am I gonna tell him?

The truth. I don't see
you've got any other choice.

Oh, really? Really?
And how does that go?

"Hey, Laszlo, guess what?

"I've spent $30,000
of your money on a film

that was fine when I saw it,
but now it's eating itself."

Yes.

Oh.

Hello, Raymond.

Don't you
"Oh, hello, Raymond" me.

What's going on here?

Nothing. Nothing.

I was just...

Just leaving.

What happens with my nan
in my house is my business,

whether you like it or not.

I th... I thought it was
your nan's house.

That's beside the point.
How old are you anyway?

A hundred and two.

Have you got a job or a pension?

I mean, how do you
support yourself?

I run my own business.

Really? Doing what exactly?

I make those.

My family's been making 'em
for generations.

Harvey Nicks, Harrods,
Selfridges.

I don't think there's a shape
or size or shop in London

we haven't supplied
at some point

in the last 150 years.

It's the most perfect idea.

Last night, the answer
suddenly came to me.

Maurice can make us an alien.

Then I can film it.

Film it?

I know what I saw, Gary.

All we gotta do is copy it.

You can't even take a photograph

of your nan sitting on the sofa
without cropping her head off.

How are you going to shoot
an entire alien autopsy?

Not me.

Melik.

Melik runs a kebab shop.

During the week.

At weekends
he shoots wedding videos.

Preston can bring us
some meat offcuts

to be the internal organs.

And Edgar does up corpses
for open-casket funerals.

Yeah. He can do makeup.

And Jasmine's dad,
he's in the antiques trade.

She can source the props.

Hold on, hold on.

Where are you gonna shoot
this Oscar-winning production?

You said your sister wasn't back
from Ibiza till Sunday.

No.

Her flat would be perfect.

No. There is no way
this is ever gonna work.

You can count me out of it.
Thanks, Gary.

And, hey, I appreciate it.

Come on, Jasmine,
we're making a movie.

I'm not taking my top off again.

Let me think.

Are you all right?

How is it? Tell me?
Just shut your eyes.

Can't you just tell me?

Yeah, I do, but I wanna know
if it's any good or not.

Any good?

We're working our best.

Show me. Here we are.

And open them.

I'm a genius.

What?

I mean, you're a genius,
and you're a genius, and you,

and all of you,
just you're all genius.

Great.
Well, it's just half of it.

Wait till you see the rest.

Now, we've still got a couple
of adjustments to make,

but you'll get the basic idea.

Are you ready? Yeah.

All right. Ta-da.

Whoa.

Oh.

Now, we remolded
an old maternity mannequin

we used to make for Mothercare,

added an extra finger
to each hand,

like you said,

and extra toes to the feet.

And see the skull here?

Well, Maurice has done it in,
like, a special latex,

which means we can peel
the skin back on camera.

Yeah, we got some mince
and some pig's blood

balled up in some
lady's tights inside.

It'll look just like
the exposed brain.

We get the crash wounds
in the right place?

Yeah, yeah, they're perfect.

The whole thing is just exactly
like what I saw in the film.

Exactly.

So we're on, then?

For tonight? Yeah.

Good. Oh, cheer up, Gary.

Cheer up? What do you expect?

I've got an alien lying

with its arse
in my sister's kitchen sink.

No, no, no, just...

Hang on.

We ready yet?

No, I wanna try something
with the lights.

Melik. Hang on one second.

Is that...? Is that actual blood?

Well, it's pig's blood
mixed with food dye.

Got the rest of the guts
in the corner

over there by the sofa.

I've got some flat rib.
Very nice, very nice.

Some boneless loin,
10 pounds of brains and mince.

Oh, and, uh, 15 packets

of sliced ham.

What's the ham for?

Sandwiches.

Yeah, I'm a...

I'm a hyphenate, yeah.

Special Effects hyphen
Location Catering.

Right. First positions,
please, everyone.

All right. Hey, hey, hey, look.

What? What?

Oh, you want me
to mop that up, yeah?

- Yeah.
- No, no. Don't touch it.

That's well proper.
It looks authentic.

Yeah.

Anyway, are you the director?
No, me.

Thank you very much.

Okay, extras could you clear
the set, please?

Thanks, darling.
Good luck, darling.

Need to talk to the actors.
Right.

I'll take that for you.

Boys, this is your first look
at the alien.

Opening scene.

You two,
you're at Roswell, Area 51.

So, what I want is a bit
of pointing, yeah?

Bit of nodding, yeah?
But you're natural. Exactly.

Just like that. Bit of pointing,
bit of nodding. Loads of energy.

Remember that you
are professionals.

You're excited professionals.
Okay?

Feel it there. Right.

First positions.
We'll do a take.

Ridiculous.

All right, lads.
Put your hat on.

Okay. We'll start from here,

then I'll call you in,
all right?

Okay. And...

Get off.

Action.

Am I all right?

Edgar, take your position.

That's good. No, don't wave.

All right. Moppet.

Try that pointing thing you do.
Just point there.

Good. Just like that.

That's wicked.

Hi, Nan. Hi, Nan.

That's it. That's it.
Play with the belly.

How ridiculous this looks.

Do you have any idea
how ridiculous you sound?

Stop crying.
Get on with it, will you?

Look, look, out of the way.
That's it, prod it, probe.

Not like that. Not like that.
It's all right.

Let me do it. Like this.

Oh, you're the director now?

Would you two shut up?
We're shooting a movie.

- Shut up. You shut up.
- No, you shut up.

Cut. Cut.

You just ruined my shot.

Nice leg of lamb, this.

Good traction on that, Preston.

That'd be the mint sauce.
Nice one.

Yeah.

Oh, this is good, yeah.

- What? What?
- Oh, I don't believe it.

- It's all right, babe.
- You all right?

That's it.

Oh, yes. It's looking good.

Yes, it's good.

- Would you like a biscuit?
- Nan.

- Don't worry.
- We'll deal with that in the cut.

Just carry on.

Uh, yeah,
I will as it happens, yeah.

Is that a Jammie Dodger?

Get your fingers in there.

Yeah, it's all right.

Should we go
for the heart next, Ray?

Keep it going.

- What's he doing?
- What's he think he's doing?

Is he taking the piss?

You can't do that.
Stop messing about.

And action.

Now, Ray,
come around the other side.

Ready. Sausage on a stick?

Nan, please. Nan.

Cut. Cut. Nan.

For crying out loud.

Is someone wrangling Ray's nan?

Maurice has got...
I can't hear you.

Maurice has got her
in the kitchen.

- Keep her there.
- Is Jasmine spritzed?

No, I'm just getting a refill,
sweetheart.

Okay, now, let's get down
and dirty with the intestines.

Go on, Gary, get in there.

What on earth is that?

It stinks. It stinks, Ray.

Careful, we're gonna use that
in the shop tomorrow

for some sausages and burgers.

All right. Careful, careful.

Right.

Oh, that's good.

Easy, easy. Careful with these.

Nicely. That is too real.

It's a nice touch.

He's looking at me.

Okay, this is good.

Right, let's...

Let's get ready
to peel back the skin.

- All right. Got it?
- Got it, Ray?

Yeah.

It looks like raspberry jelly.

Yeah, it is raspberry jelly.

Give it to Gary.

There you go. Cheers.

Make out like there's
a real tough bone.

All right. It's a tough skull.

Like that?

I can't watch this.

Go on.

Yeah.

That's good. That's very good.

Oh, lovely.

Now, gently.

Place the brain on the tray.

All right.

Gently.

Ready? Ready, Ray? Ready? Yeah?

Here you go...

Mind the brain. Mind the brain!

Oh, the carpet.

Oh, cut, cut.

Oh, she's gonna kill us. Cut.

Don't worry, Gaz,
put a bit of salt on that.

Are you sure?

What you...?
Isn't it salt and wine?

No, it's for red wine, you put...

Oh, well. Salt and white wine.

Never mind, put
a potted plant on it, yeah?

Now, I don't know
what else is in the skull,

so, Preston, please tell me
it's gonna work.

Brain's sorted.
No more slippage. Guaranteed.

Okay. Good.

Action.

Here we go.

Easy.

Ray? Ready, Ray?
Ready? Ready? Take it.

Whoa, whoa, wait. Cut, cut.
What...?

And what the hell is that?

That'd be the stuffed
sheep's stomach, yeah.

Dash of garlic,
couple of onions,

90 minutes at gas mark four,

you've got a highly nutritious
meal for a family of five.

That's great, you know?

Our alien travels millions
of light-years

across the universe

with nothing but a haggis
to guide him?

It's not slipping though, is it?

Doreen.

How was Ibiza?

Now, Doreen,
don't fly off the handle.

It's not what it looks like,
okay? I can...

No. I can explain everything.

Oh. Should we call that a day?

It won't fit.
It will, just shove it in.

What are we doing here?

This was your idea.

I don't just mean this.

I mean the shoot.
I mean the whole thing.

It's a complete disaster.

It's not a complete disaster.

I mean,
bits of it were quite good.

Bits of it?

Would you show that film
to Laszlo Voros?

No. No.

I'm a dead man, aren't I?

Not necessarily.

You are the worst liar
I have ever met.

Yeah. Well,
that's the difference

between you and me, Ray.

That's why you stand
a chance with Voros.

"Bet on yourself."

Isn't that what you said?

What?

Bloody head doesn't fit.

Uh, wha...?

Voros ready to see you now.

Follow me.

Follow me.

Mr. Voros, good evening.

Lovely to see you again.

If you ever speak to me again
without being spoken to first,

I will happily sit here
flossing my teeth

while Zacchary is breaking
every single bone in your body.

Mm. Is that the film?

Mm-hm.

Mm.

Zacchary, darling,

run it.

Um, uh...

Did you, uh...?

The... I mean, what did you...
think? Oh, God.

Look, I'm sorry, Mr. Voros.

This is the most beautiful thing

I have ever seen my entire life.

We are not alone.

Ray, you proved it
once and for all.

Y-you proved it.

Thank you, Ray.

Yes. Hugged you?

Hugged me.
Proper hugged me, yeah.

I still can't believe it myself.

You know what this means though?
What?

Well, if Voros bought it,
maybe other people will as well.

You know what we should do?

Run off a few hundred copies
and sell them to the shops

who bought my Elvis videos.

If we got 10.99 a pop,

and shifted, say,

a thousand of them, that'd be...

Eleven grand. Eleven grand.

So I had this idea...
Well, I had the idea.

But...

It was...

Gary's idea was to invite
all of the corner-shop owners

to a screening of the footage,

but to do it
somewhere impressive.

To get the credibility
up a little bit?

Yes. Yeah.

See, I thought the grander
the place was,

the more excited
the buyers might be,

and even start

bidding against each other.

Raise the price. Yeah, yeah.

And fortunately,
there was one very grand place

who happened to have
a room free.

The Natural History Museum.

No way.

Yeah, that's exactly
what they said, actually.

Oh. Not there.

No. No.

So we had to find
somewhere else.

The Museum of London.

Don't know that place.

No, not many do. It's just...

But it was perfect.

Well, they didn't ask
too many questions.

And the key thing was
to keep the screening quiet.

So, what you did is invite
just a few...
Yeah, yeah.

And apart from that, we would
keep it absolutely secret.

There's hundreds
of people out there.

The Chief Constable is worried
about losing control.

I don't care what
he's worried about.

This is my screening,
and I'm not letting them in.

Well, I'm not gonna
be blamed for causing a riot

in front of the national press.

Whoa. The...
The national press are here?

The Sun, The Mirror,
two television crews.

Let us in. Let us in.

Not bad for a little press
release to the local paper, huh?

You idiot.

There's no way this many people
are gonna believe that film.

The national press
will see right through it.

Yeah, it's a chance
worth taking, though.

You can't buy
publicity like this.

I say we do it. No.

Absolutely, categorically...

Yes, 5 pounds a seat, madam.
Thank you. Come on in.

Five pounds, thank you.

Thank you, sir. Come on in.

You hear that?

I can't hear anything.

Exactly.

They're not laughing.

This just came in from London.

Director know about this?
He's waiting for you now, sir.

"Is it Real?"
"Man From Mars," "UFO."

Our little alien full
of sausages and mincemeat

was on the front page of every
newspaper around the world.

Do you speak English?

There's a man on the phone
from Argentina.

Just hold the line a sec.

Take a number.
I'll call 'em back.

Right.

A woman from Italian TV
on line one.

He cannot speak to you now,
but give me your number

- and he will call you back.
- I appreciate your interest.

Can I call you back? That's us?

No, I promise. All right.
Okay, bye-bye.

That's us on the telly?

It has been like this all day.

Every TV station in the world
wants our film, Gary.

There's hundreds of them.
Buenos días.

Bye, pet. GARY: That's insane.

I have absolutely no idea
how we've done this.

But since we have,

and it's the only opportunity
we'll ever have

to make any money at all,
we have to do it right.

That's what we are doing,
exactly like you said.

Make them compete
against each other,

then sell the film
to the highest bidder.
No.

Not the one highest bidder.

You sell it
to the highest bidder

in every territory
around the world.

You're saying...

Oh. sell it over and over...

And over again. Yes.

Aha. Heh.
We really are gonna be rich.

Sorry, Gary, we're right
in the middle of things.

This will only take a moment.

Right.

Um, AOB. Any other business?

- I'm thinking of letting Gary go.
- Yes.

Seven days later,

representatives
from 114 television stations

from around the world
arrived in London,

ready to start negotiations.

So we hired a room at a hotel
near Heathrow, so we could...

It was a business suite,
let's be honest.

It was a business suite,
with a reception area.

We had free tea
and coffee all day.

Photocopying machines.
I mean, we looked...

We looked great.
We looked the part.

We looked like a really
professional outfit.

Loads of people turned up.

People from Argentina,
Brazil, France, Japan, um...

Where else did they come from?
Germany, Argentina.

You said Argentina.
Yeah, done Argentina.

Brazil?

You've done Brazil, yeah.

China didn't come,
did they, in the end?

Most people from...

Quite a few countries. Yes.

I appreciate the offer,
Mr. Gonzalez.

And we'll give it
our utmost consideration

once we've seen the offers

from the other bidders
in Argentina.

You're talking to other

television stations
from Argentina?

Three of them, yes,
seem very keen,

but thanks for this.

Send the, uh, next one in,
please, Jasmine.

We don't have any more buyers
from Argentina.

Wait a minute.

Oui.

Thank you very much,
mademoiselle.

All I need now is your check.

Check? He told me to bring cash.

Did he?

Excusez-moi.

Why did you tell her
she had to bring cash?

Have they all been
bringing cash?

Look, Ray, I'm taking
on the world with you.

UFO nutcases, Hungarian psychos,
bring them on.

But there is one thing
I will never ever mess with,

and that's the Inland Revenue.

The cash isn't about
me fiddling my taxes.

What is it about, then?

You said it yourself, Gary.

This might be the only time
in our lives

we get to make money like this,
and I just wanna see it.

I wanna feel it, Gary, you know,

I wanna...
I wanna touch it and smell it.

I know it sounds stupid,
but there it is.

Seven hundred and...

And forty-six thousand,
nine hundred and ninety.

Seven hundred and forty-seven
thousand dollars.

Yes!

- Beautiful.
- We'd fooled the world.

We'd got away with it,

and we were sitting
on a pretty good sum of money.

In cash.

Yeah. Even nicer.

I mean, it was all perfect,

and then things took a bit
of a turn for the worse.

Yeah, well, you see, uh,

I could have sworn
I was being followed.

Are you saying
there was covert surveillance

of Gary Shoefield
and Ray Santilli

by the U.S. military?

Your words, not mine.

Well, uh, was there
a CIA file on them, then?

Oh, most certainly.

And generally speaking,
when there's a file,

there's surveillance.

Generally speaking.

So the U.S. military thought
the film was real.

There's a little more
to it than that.

I don't know who he is,
but I keep seeing him.

It's starting to freak me out.

Do you know what it probably is?

Probably one
of your weird ex-girlfriends.

I don't have
any weirdo ex-girlfriends.

Oh, come on.

What about that one
from Basildon?

Big girl, facial hair,
ankles like lampposts.

Janet. Janet.

That's the one.

She hung around for weeks,
didn't she?

It's not Janet.

Well, whoever it is,
put it out of your mind,

at least for now.

Look, think about it.

In two days time,
our film goes out

in 98 countries
around the world.

We're gonna be famous.

You still don't get it, do you?

Everyone on the planet
is gonna know we're liars.

Yeah.

Rich liars though.

Hello.

There was no deal allowing you
to exploit the film

and simply pay me
a cut of the profits.

But there was.

I mean, we talked about it.
That was the understanding.

Not my understanding.

Unless you have, uh, some signed
paperwork that says otherwise.

Ray.

Now that we've cleared that up,

let me spell things out for you.

I now control all the deals.

We split any cash
80-to-20 to me.

I want to review any agreement
you've already made

and I alone will decide
whether to approve them or not.

But it's going out
tomorrow night.

That would be a very grave
mistake on your part.

Right.

So, what'd you do?

Only thing we could.
We tried to pull the broadcast.

Which is when it happened.

What?

Voros was in the middle
of a crop circle,

looking up to the heavens,

hoping for some sort
of close encounter, probably.

It just came out of nowhere.

Alien spacecraft? GARY: No.

A green Land Rover
knocked him over. Killed him.

Dead.

He was naked.

Are you saying that

the U.S. military intelligence

had Laszlo Voros killed?

Think about it.

If there really was a genuine
alien autopsy film,

then when Ray Santilli
popped up,

U.S. military would've been
shitting their pants,

pardon my French.

Because all of a sudden,
there's an extra print of a film

that they'd kept hidden
for 50 years.

A print they didn't
even know existed.

Now, all of a sudden,
the biggest secret in history

is about to get blown wide open.

Then they see Santilli's film.

Once they realize
the film's a fraud,

that Ray's a fraud,

then he and the film
become the best smokescreen

they could ever ask for.

All the time that people
are looking at Ray Santilli

and his stupid film,

they're not looking at them
and the real film.

In the end they know that Ray's
gonna be found out as a faker,

which will just bury
the truth even deeper,

for even longer.

Or, of course, it could just
have been an accident.

Do you ever wonder

if there's someone up there
looking out for us?

Someone or something.

Widescreen...

- I can't believe it.
- This is so exciting.

Could you budge up, Skeletor?

Here's Maurice.

How are you, Maurice?
Hey, hey, lover boy.

Have a seat.

Raymond, did you remember to set
the video to record The X-Files?

All sorted. I can't believe
they put it on at the same time.

A disgrace.
I think it's a compliment.

I still can't believe that our
little film is about to be shown

in every continent
on the planet.

- I know.
- Can you believe it?

It's starting.

...make a judgment
based on all information.

If what you
are about to see is real,

it's the most startling
film footage in history.

Although we remain skeptical,
some experts believe

this is authentic footage
of an alien life form.

Real or not, we must warn you,

this appears to be
an actual autopsy.

And some of the footage
you will see in the next hour

is very gruesome.

Fact or Fiction?

Here in the desert
outside Roswell

is where the alleged crash
happened some 50 years ago.

Was it a flying saucer?

Were there alien bodies onboard?

People still come
and look for some kind of clue.

But the evidence of the alien
crash didn't come from here.

It was revealed halfway
around the world.

What Santilli saw
and eventually purchased

were reels of
black and white film

showing an autopsy
being performed

on a strange humanoid being.

The cameraman,

who claims to have had
top military clearance,

told Santilli that in 1947

he was flown urgently
to Roswell,

where he filmed the recovery
of several of these beings,

both alive and dead,
as well as the autopsy of one.

This could be
the world's first look

at an actual being
from another planet.

The strange body appears intact

except for an ugly wound
on the right thigh.

Two mysterious doctors,

wearing contamination suits,
study its bizarre features.

What the fuck is that?

They are either pathologists
or they're surgeons

who have done a fair number
of autopsies.

This, supposedly,
was filmed in 1947,

and while things
haven't changed,

we see some things that
wouldn't have been expected

such as the use of a handsaw
in removing the skullcap.

A third person, wearing a mask,

watches from behind
the glass partition.

Is this indeed a top-secret
military autopsy

performed on an alien in 1947?

This is a structure
that must be the brain,

if it is a human being.

It looks like no brain
that I have ever seen,

whether it's a brain filled
with tumor,

a brain that has been radiated,

a brain that has been
traumatized and is hemorrhagic.

What...? What is this?
I would prefer to say,

for the time being,
that it is humanoid.

But I cannot say that it is
a member of the human race

as you and I
know the human race.

What if?

What if?

What if the alien is real?
Let's consider.

He was an explorer,
perhaps a scientist,

crashed and died
on a distant blue planet

light-years from his home.

A frightened race of beings
found his lifeless body,

performed experiments,
and hid the results.

Why did he come to our planet?

What went wrong?

Obviously,
his own mission failed,

but in his death

he may have delivered

the most important message
mankind has ever received.

We are not alone.

They believe it!

This calls for a celebration.
Where have you been?

What's happened?
They believe it.

They don't.
They only believe it.

Right, you ready for this?

Nan?

Have you seen these overnights?

Shit.

Have you seen these overnights?

...have surrounded
a television station

that was about
to broadcast the footage

and confiscated the film.

Time Magazine
has described the film,

which has sent shock waves
across the world,

and gained the biggest
audience since Live Aid,

as the most important home
movie since the Zapruder film.

Have you seen these overnights?

That's not possible.

I know.

Clear the schedules.

We're running it again.

When?

Tonight.

Oh, my God.

Oh, Gary, Gary.

Bloody hell.

Can you believe that?

Hundreds of them.

Forget about them.

Do you have any idea
what happened to me last night?

Don't tell me someone
actually shagged you?

Ha-ha. No.

I had to barricade
myself in my flat.

Five nut cases
got up on the roof.

A load more tried to break in
the front door,

the phone hasn't stopped ringing
for 12 hours.

Everyone wants to see
the original film.

- That's fantastic.
- Where are you?

No, it isn't fantastic,

because we don't have
any film to show them.

The only film we ever did have,
was shot on modern film stock

and that is still
in Laszlo Voros' safe.

Maybe we can make another one.

You don't get this, do you?

This film means so much
to so many people, Ray.

Scary people,

clinically disturbed people.

Can you imagine what'll happen

if they ever find out
it's a fake?

Well, you know,
strictly speaking,

it's not actually a fake.

It's more of a remake.

You gotta remember that,

and you gotta
relax a bit more, Gary.

You're too uptight. Nobody's
gonna find out anything.

What are you doing anyway?

Packing.

For what?

My trip to Argentina.

What?

Yeah, I've been getting
phone calls from chat shows

in Buenos Aires,
in Lima, Rio, yeah.

They want me to go over,
all expenses paid.

But you can't start
going on chat shows.

Why not?

Has nothing I've said made
any sense to you whatsoever?

They'll ask you questions which
you won't be able to answer.

I can answer anything. Yes,

but the lies have to be
consistent, Ray.

They have to make sense.
They can't keep changing.

They won't.

Oh, and how do you know
they won't?

Because I'm taking you with me.

Yes, yes. Bienvenido.

Fifty-seven C, sir.

All the way to the back. Okay.

Yes, all the way
to the back. Thank you.

Hi. Hello. Bienvenido.

Mr. Santilli? Mm-hm?

You've been upgraded to first
class today. Your seat is 3A.

All the way to the front.
Thank you.

What? Upgrade.

All the way to the front.

Yeah.

Yeah, all the way
to the front. Thank you.

Hello. Thank you. Yes.

That way. Thank you.

Hi.

Would it be okay
for me to sit here?

The guy next to me is a snorer.

No. Help yourself.

Okay. Thank you.

You should, uh... Hm?

...get yourself a drink.

It's free.

Free.

Oh. Come on.

Mr. Santilli, welcome back.

Now, the cameraman on this trip
you made to the States...

He was a dangerous
and highly volatile individual,

who, quite frankly,
scared the living daylights

out of most people he ever met.

Put the cocktail down, son,

or you'll be picking up
your teeth with a broken arm.

The cameraman said this?

Right. To this waiter,
and I'm like:

"Hey, now, manolito, let's...

"Let's just cool
our jets here, compadre.

Otherwise, you and me
are taking this downtown."

Why can't you grasp this?
There's reporters everywhere.

They'll be checking every
word you say.
Relax.

They're all enjoying it
just as much as me.

Hi.

Hi.

Oh. Right here at the front,
Señor Santilli.

You've been upgraded.
Oh, thank you.

I'm here. Champagne?

Keep going.
Can I get you something else?

To the back,
next to the toilets.

Señor Santilli. Oh, thank you.

Ow!

Well, hello, you.

Oh, no way. No way.

How are you?

I'm great. How are you?

Are you following me around?

You got me.

Oh, wait. Okay.

Ooh...

Oh. Here we go.

Oh, thank you very much.

Cheers. Cheers.

Hey...

Oh, Ray! Oh, Ray!

Ray. Ray!

- Oh, yes. Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
- Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Oh, yes.

Yes. Please. No.

- Pack it in, Santilli.
- Oh, yes!

Come on, baby. Come on, baby.

Right. I swear to God,

if you don't pack it in,
I'm gonna kill you.

Shh, shh!

- Be quiet.
- You be quiet.

At last.

Amber.

Pretty girl,
actually, she was...

Yeah. Yeah.

How did that feel?

Having the attention?

You're a celebrity at this
point, right?

I didn't like it.

I thought you enjoyed it
too much.

Yeah. I mean, I did...

It comes with the territory,
doesn't it?

You know...
You didn't have to do that.

I think that just
drew attention to us.

No, I think
you do have to do it.

Kind of hard to resist,
isn't it?

The whole fame thing,
I'll be honest,

I could take it or leave it.

Probably did too many.

Wouldn't you say? You probably
done a few too many chat shows.

Yeah?

Okay, okay. So we're back.

And you were telling me you
hooked up at the Plaza Hotel.

That's right, yeah.
Me and Donald Trump, like that.

That's me on top.

Well, okay.

I just have one final question.

Um, why have you never produced
the original film

so it can be verified?

Excuse me? The original footage?

Ha! Exactly.

Answer that,
you brainless bloody spanner.

Where's the original, pal?

It's a simple enough question,
Mr. Santilli.

Yeah. Yeah.

Ray, you're quite a joke.

What are you doing? Aah!

That's Ray's stuff.

Oh, hey.

I was looking for
a cigarette. Ahem.

Are you a journalist?

What did I tell you?

What did I say?

"Don't do it, Ray."

I said, "Don't go on chat shows,
they'll have reporters every..."

Do you have any idea
how exhausting it is

always being right
and never being listened to?

You know, when you
get angry like this,

you got a vein pops up...
Shut up.

Thanks to Casanova here,

some of the TV stations
that broadcast the footage

could sue us
for breach of contract.

If they do,
the rest will follow,

and we'll end up broke
and in prison.

What are you talking about,
prison?

Hey, hey. No, no.

It's all right. It's all right.

Preston?

Anyone want the last pink wafer?

So, what do we do?

Well, the only chance we've got

is for everyone to stay
absolutely silent.

From now on, no one says
anything to anyone, okay?

If we can all do that,

then there's just a chance
this story'll blow itself out

and we could quietly get on
with the rest of our lives.

Quietly's good.

I like quietly.

He's a weirdo. I know.

I told you there
was something weird.

Hey, you know what else we
could all do quietly, don't you?

Oh, that is just what we need.
Another biscuit.

We could all really quietly
spend some of this lovely money.

Oh, my God.

No, no, no.

What? Why not?

Because it's like
we've robbed a bank.

And the one thing any robber
with even half a brain knows...

Is never spend the money
too soon. He's right.

Exactly. It just
draws attention to yourself.

Look, if we wanna
get away with this,

we're just gonna have to wait
till everything dies down.

No more talk about the money
till I say so.

Uh, when did your say so
become so much more important

than, say, my say so?

Who is it?

Hello.

Wait a minute.

Hi.

Hey. Hi there.

Thank you. Hi, I'm Amber Fuentes
from Channel Five News,

and, um, we are looking
for a Harvey Jarrold

and we feel that he may live
somewhere around here.

Uh, oh, Harvey. Yeah.

I'll see if he's available.
Okay?

Well, maybe we could
wait inside.

Oh, come on.

Oh, you stupid idiots.

Slimy bastards.

Gary.

Gary?

Gary?

Gary?

There you are.
Gary, you've got to help me.

I'm not talking to you, Ray.
I'm not even looking at you.

Where have you been?

Doing my laundry.

We're in real
trouble here, Gary.
Shoes.

Sorry, sorry.

Are you listening now? What?

The press have found Harvey.

Now I'm in the middle
of God knows where,

hiding out
like a cheap goddamn crook.

All because
of that pile of horseshit

you're peddling as my film.

Now you get rid of that bitch
within 48 hours.

And if any other reporters
show up,

I'm gonna blow the fucking
whistle on all of your asses.

Bastards.

- You were busted.
- Yeah.

So, effectively,
the game was up.

There was only one thing
I could do.

Kill yourself.

Well, no. No, no.

No.

He's offering us what?

An exclusive interview.

With the cameraman
who shot the...

Actual footage.

Clear the schedules.

But how were you going to get
an interview

from a guy who didn't
wanna be interviewed?

What about him?

No, not old enough.

Hey, look. That guy.

No, not right.

What about him?

Excuse me?
How'd you like to make $500

and have a night
in a clean hotel room?

What do I have to do?

Oh. Uh, just learn these lines

and say them
in front of a camera.

"During the Second World War
I was a combat photo...

"Photographer
for the United States Air Force.

A few...
A few months after getting..."

Whoa, whoa.
Sorry, I'm trying to do this.

Too much, I know.

"... flown to an air base
I had never heard of.

An air base that turned
out to be Roswell."

Oh, no.

I was a combat photographer
for the United States Air Force.

A few months after
my return home from Europe,

I was rudely awakened in the
early hours of the morning

and I was flown
through the night

to an air base that, uh,
I had never heard of.

An air base
that turned out to be in... Ha.

...Roswell, New Mexico.

Shit.

And there in Roswell,

I was ordered to film an autopsy
being performed

on a wretched alien creature

apparently extracted
from a crashed UFO.

Who the fuck is that?

I'll, uh... I'll never forget it.

The stench was unbearable.

Although, I suppose,

we didn't smell that wonderful
to them.

Others of his like
were in the back and...

This guy's good.

This guy's better than Harvey.

It turns out

he used to be an actor.

Yeah.

Perfect.

He made movies with
Lionel Barrymore in 1935,

then after that,
he started drinking.

When we met him,
he hadn't had an acting gig

in about 40 years.

You're lucky. Very, very lucky.

You're very, very lucky.

And there we were, sitting
upstairs in my nan's house,

with 747,000 U.S. dollars
in a pile like that.

Bigger, even.
Yeah, it was
probably like that.

Mm. On my bed.

And one-seventh of it is yours.

Ninety-seven thousand dollars.

There you are, Gary.

Merry Christmas. Ha-ha-ha!

Thanks.

A seventh of 747,000

is about 106,700, Ray.

Is it?

I know. I know.

Look, I had it
all ready for you. Here.

Get out. Get out.

No, I did. I did. Yeah, right.

Oh, and you expect me to
believe that? You picked it up.

You know what?

I have just one more question.

What was it that you actually
saw on the film in Miami?

I mean, there's no way
that it was an alien.

So, what was it that gave you
the idea that started all this?

I told you no one
ever believes me.

Leave it. Leave it to me.
You see, Morgan,

there's one
tiny bit of the story

we haven't told you about yet.

It's the guy from the film lab.
Yeah.

And according to him,

he'd managed to recover
some of the image.

Right.

I was...
I was a combat photographer

for the United States Air Corps.

One night in 1947,

I was pulled out of bed

and flown for five hours

to an air base
that I'd never heard of

where I was ordered
to film this...

Film this...

Film this...

One night in 1947...

One night in 1947...

...to an air base
that I'd never heard of...

Told you.

You know something?

I don't think I can go
through this again.

Me neither.

That was 10 years ago.

And this has never been exposed?

This has never come up?
The world doesn't know this?

- No. Until now.
- Until now.

So the film

is still there, right?

Yeah. Mm-hm.

Well, let's go get it.

Michael?

Getting it is exactly
what we're gonna do, Morgan,

just as soon as you sign
this brief deal memo.

I thought you birds
was good at multitasking.

I am good at multitasking.

I manage to walk and talk
and live with you.

Sorry, uh, it's just instinct.

Looks good though.
First civilian reaction.

I'll, uh... I'll never forget it.

Fucking guy doesn't even
look like me.

One can't help but wonder
what there is out there.

Maybe we both
should have a cigarette.

Eh?

Would you like a biscuit?
No, I'm not hungry.

Well, as it rolled out
around the world,

one of the things that kind of
came back to haunt us,

but was quite entertaining,
was that the cameraman

who sold it to Ray originally...
Oh, yeah.

...he very much had a view
that Ray was a foreigner,

and that selling it to him,

that's the last
he'd ever hear of it.

Ray, bless his heart,
would sell anything

that he felt
would turn a profit.

That's not entirely true.
Including... Not...

That's not entirely true.

That is true. Most unfair.