If you ever met some experimental physicists you'd know that the chances of thousands of them agreeing to a conspiracy would be exactly 0. The few I've met literally only care about what the data says, and spend hours arguing about flaws in each other's theories and statistical likelihoods of being wrong. And they are all really smart too so there's no chance of funny-business from a couple of bad eggs getting past them all
Tucker: What's all this cloak and dagger business now? Abe: Yor office is wired. The boardroom. The whole plant. Even the washrooms. Tucker: What? Abe: Ever since you road tested the new car, forty G-men have been following you around the clock. Tucker: What for? Abe: You made the car too good. Tucker: Well that's the whole idea isn't it? To build a better mouse trap. Abe: Not if you're the mouse.