3X22 Der See (englisches Transkript)
| Transcribed by Starrrbuck
Edited by Libby, Used with kind permission from Libby (www.chelonium.plus.com)
Blue Ridge Mountains, Georgia
A man, Faraday, picks up a frog. He talks with another man, Bailey.
FARADAY: When I began my field research here, these frogs were thriving. Since then, the adult population has dropped to fewer than two hundred. If you don't take protective measures, in a few years, Rana sphenocephala will be extinct here.
BAILEY: Frog populations are declining all over the globe, Dr Faraday. No one knows why. You can't possibly place them all on the endangered species list.
FARADAY: You'd find a way if it were cute, furry little mammals we were talking about.
BAILEY: Regardless, your study remains inconclusive. Speculative at best. You've provided no concrete evidence that frog depopulation is the exclusive result of human encroachment.
FARADAY: A frog holocaust is currently being executed, Dr Bailey, and man is the executioner.
BAILEY: You're the biologist, Faraday. You've never heard of survival of the fittest?
He walks off, annoyed with Faraday.
FARADAY: Don't forget that rule also applies to mankind. You can't turn your back on nature, or nature will turn her back on you!
Bailey walks back to his car, moves to open the door, but finds that his pager holder is empty.
BAILEY: Damn it. Freakin' beeper.
He wanders off into the woods, looking amongst the bushes for his pager. A noise from the water is heard, and then there is silence. The pager starts beeping and he goes over to it, retrieves it, and wipes it off. He is attacked from behind, by an unseen creature. He screams and tries to fight back, but is dragged into the water.
County Road 33
Mulder and Scully drive past a sign, 'What's Older Than the Hills?' Queequeg, Scully's pet Pomeranian, is restless in the backseat.
SCULLY: Nature's calling. I think we should pull over soon.
MULDER: Did you really have to bring that thing?
SCULLY: You wake me up on a Saturday morning, tell me to be ready in five minutes, my mother is out of town, all of the dog-sitters are booked, and you know how I feel about kennels. So unless you want to lose your security deposit on the car, I suggest you pull over.
MULDER: I think I'm lost anyway. I've got to stop and ask for directions.
SCULLY: I know I'm lost as to why you're so interested in this missing persons case.
MULDER: Dr Bailey works for the US Forestry Service. That makes his disappearance a federal case.
SCULLY: It's not jurisdiction that I'm questioning, Mulder.
MULDER: Dr Bailey's not the first person to go missing from Heuvelmans Lake recently. Two weeks ago, a Boy Scout Troop was out here, fossil-hunting. Their troop leader wandered off to relieve himself, and hasn't been seen or heard from since.
SCULLY: So you think that there's a serial killer at large?
MULDER: The operative word being large.
Scully sees a sign, 'What's Bigger Than the Sky?'
SCULLY: What are you leaving out?
MULDER: What makes you think I'm leaving anything out?
SCULLY: Multiple missing persons cases are not that uncommon, Mulder. Why this particular one warrants us flying halfway across the country and driving for two hours is a total mystery.
She sees another sign. Mulder smirks.
SCULLY: Oh, tell me you're not serious?
The car drives past a sign, 'Big Blue. The Southern Serpent. Spot Him at Heuvelmans Lake.'
Ecology Sciences Lab
Heuvelmans Lake --- SCULLY: According to the Sheriff's report, you were the last person to see Dr Bailey alive.
FARADAY: That's what they tell me.
SCULLY: I understand you argued over an endangered species petition.
FARADAY: Bailey was the worst kind of hypocrite. Closest he ever came to commuting with nature was subscribing to National Geographic.
SCULLY: You sound bitter, Dr Faraday.
FARADAY: Of course I'm bitter. The man wrote off three years of carefully collected data in a two hour inspection, which doesn't mean I plotted his demise. Well, that is what you were suggesting, isn't it?
SCULLY: Well, aside from having a motive, you don't seem too upset by any of this.
FARADAY: You expect me to cry for one man when entire species are perched on the brink of extinction?
MULDER: Dr Faraday, you know the wildlife in and around this lake just as well as anybody, don't you?
FARADAY: I'd say that's accurate.
MULDER: Are you aware of any indigenous species that's capable of attacking a human being?
FARADAY: Yes. Another human being.
MULDER: Aside from that, is there a creature that comes to mind...
FARADAY: Has anyone ever told you two you have a great problem coming to the point?
Mulder and Scully exchange a brief look.
MULDER: Okay then. In your work have you come across any evidence that lends support to the existence of this creature they call Big Blue?
FARADAY: See, this is what always happens. This is how it starts.
FARADAY: The deflection, sleight of hand. See, whenever an issue requires any real thought, any serious mental effort, people turn to UFOs, and sea serpents and sasquatch. Afternoon talk shows and tabloid TV. They've reduced our attention span to the length of a sound bite So that soon our ability to think will be as extinct as the Rana sphenocephala frog.
MULDER: I'll take that rambling diatribe to mean that you don't believe in the existence of such a creature.
FARADAY: I'm not even going to grace that statement with a reply.
MULDER: A prehistoric animal living in a lake is not without president. Last August they pulled a bull shark from Lake Onata in Massachusetts.
FARADAY: An anomaly. Which proves nothing. It only serves as fodder for pseudo-scientists with nothing better to do than chase fairy tales. Excuse me.
Mulder and Scully walk across a muddy lot in the rain, and tie Queequeg up outside a souvenir shop. A giant inflatable Big Blue character is tied to the roof, above a sign 'Bait and Tackle'.
MULDER: Lake creatures have been reported for centuries in dozens of countries. From the monsters in Loch Ness and Shiel, to the Ogopogo in Lake Okanagan.
SCULLY: And Lake Champlain, Lagarfljót, Iceland...
MULDER: Sounds like you know a little something about the subject.
SCULLY: I did as a kid. But, then I grew up, and became a scientist.
MULDER: Well some very grown up crypto-zoologist believed it could be an evolutionary throwback, quite possibly prehistoric.
SCULLY: An aquatic dinosaur.
MULDER: A plesiosaur, actually. Though admittedly, there's not a lot of hard evidence to back that up.
SCULLY: You know why? Because those creatures don't exist, Mulder. They're folk tales born out of some collective fear of the unknown.
MULDER: Well how many folk tales do you know that could eat a boy scout leader and a biologist?
Mulder and Scully go into the shop. Mulder looks at a framed object, with a note: Scale From Big Blue Found February 10 1965
MULDER: Check this out, Scully.
SCULLY: It looks like an insect casing or carapace. Or something from a beetle.
TED: How can I help you folks?
MULDER: We're looking for the Lakeview Cabins. Flipper Road?
TED: You passed the turnoff a few miles back. It's, uh, pretty tough to find. Uh, a map might help.
Ted pulls out a map. Mulder reaches out for it, but Ted holds it away.
TED: Uh, they're two-fifty each, plus Uncle Sam.
He grabs it and gets out his wallet.
TED: If you don't mind my saying, you folks don't look like you're here for the trout.
SCULLY: No, we're with the FBI. We're investigating a pair of missing persons reports.
TED: Oh, yeah. It's big news around here. Everyone's been talking about it.
MULDER: What are they saying?
TED: The same thing they've been saying for years. Now I'm not one for spreading rumors, but the truth is, I've heard the story since I was a kid.
MULDER: About Big Blue? What kind of stories?
TED: Well, I was ten years old. Fishing with my daddy, when I heard a. big commotion. Clear across the lake. A wailing sound, the likes of which I had never heard before, haven't heard since. My daddy told me later that it was a cow who'd escaped from the Rockdale ranch and was drinking by the lake when old Blue came up and snatched her right off the bank.
SCULLY: That's quite a story.
TED: That's just one.
SCULLY: Those stories must sell a lot of T-shirts.
TED: Well, a man's gotta survive.
MULDER: What about you? Do you believe those stories?
TED: I believe every man's got to look at the evidence, decide for himself.
Ansel Bray enters the shop.
TED: But if you want to ask a real expert, should probably talk to Ansel here. He's out there practically every day.
Leans in and whispers to Mulder and Scully.
TED: It was his daddy's cow that got eaten.
ANSEL: Can you get these developed by tomorrow, Ted? Give me another five rolls and put 'em on my tab.
He puts a pile of camera films on the table.
TED: These folks are with the FBI, Ansel. They're looking into that unsolved mystery how those two people disappeared.
ANSEL: Unsolved mystery? Since when is it a mystery?
MULDER: So you think Big Blue's responsible for what's been happening?
ANSEL: Don't you?
MULDER: Have you ever actually seen it?
ANSEL: Not directly, no. But I aim to. One day, I'll be in the right place at the right time, and I will snap a shot of that monster.
Scully, of course, is looking skeptical.
Ansel is out fishing, when he catches something large. He struggles to reel it in, and is shocked by what he catches, a body.
Ted indicates a location on the map to Mulder and Scully.
TED: Now if you hit Striker's cove, you've gone too far.
Ansel enters the shop.
ANSEL: Call the Sheriff. We've got a floater.
All of them walk out to the pier. The lower half of a body is drifting in the water. Mulder pulls a wallet out of the back pocket, then Scully uses a pen to turn him over.
MULDER: It's Scott Moosley. The Boy Scout troop leader.
SCULLY: Well, his fly's undone.
MULDER: Are you insinuating something?
SCULLY: No, most drowning victims are found with high levels of alcohol in their blood and their flies unzipped. While urinating over the sides of boats, docks or whatever, they lose their balance, fall in and drown.
MULDER: Still doesn't explain why half of him is still missing. Looks to me like something took a big bite.
SCULLY: Maybe not so big.
MULDER: What do you mean?
SCULLY: Well, fish eat decomposing matter, any body that's been suspended in this environment for a period of time is going to become a food source. We eat fish, and fish eat us.
MULDER: But are fish also known for eating half and saving half for later?
That night, Ted is making prints in the mud with boots that have a monster-like shape. It's hard work, as the mud sticks to the boots. His foot gets caught by the root of a tree. While he tries to pull it free, something comes up behind him. He hears a strange noise and looks around. He goes back to trying to pull his foot free, when he sees something coming at him from the water.
TED: Ah, god, no! No, no! Help me! Help me!
He is dragged away, leaving behind the stuck boot.
At the crime scene, the next day. The strange footprints can be seen clearly. Nearby is Ted's red baseball hat. Ansel is taking photographs.
ANSEL: Like I said, I recognize his hat.
Mulder picks up the hat. It says, 'Show Us Your Bobbers'.
MULDER: How could you not?
ANSEL: So Ted Bertram's four-by is parked about a mile back that way. Here's his hat, and here's these tracks. Know what I'm saying? I mean, look at the size of these tracks.
Scully comes over.
SCULLY: Mulder? This is Sheriff Lance Head.
MULDER: Wait. Watch out for the tracks. Careful. Watch out where you're walking.
Scully's dog tugs at the leash.
The Sheriff and Mulder shakes hands. Ansel is still photographing.
SHERIFF: Ansel, why don't you go check the woods?
ANSEL: Today's the day, Sheriff. I'm going to get him.
MULDER: Any sign of Ted Bertram?
SHERIFF: No. And I'm not jumping to any conclusions either. Speaking of which, what's this I hear about you wanting to close the lake?
MULDER: Just until we figure out what's going on here.
SHERIFF: Well, sir, I think I can tell you what's going on. Same thing goes on every year. Fishermen get drunk, they drown, folks get run over by power boats. Hell, on a lake this size, you're going to have eight, nine deaths in a season. That's just statistical fact.
MULDER: But you've got two or three in as many weeks, I'd say you're a little outside your bell curve, Sheriff.
SHERIFF: Agent...Mulder? Mulder. This lake has 48 miles of shoreline. I got four deputies full time. Now, to close down a lake this size, hell, you'd have to call out the National Guard for something like that to happen.
SCULLY: You'd need irrefutable proof.
MULDER: What about these tracks?
SCULLY: Mulder, a creature as large as the one that you're looking for would have left considerably deeper impressions.
The dog yanks so hard on the leash, Scully is pulled with it.
SCULLY: Queequeg! Queequeg come back here!
Queequeg runs through the woods, right to Ted's boot.
SCULLY: Mulder? Sheriff, come take a look at this.
SHERIFF: What you got?
SCULLY: There's your lake monster, Mulder.
MULDER: That's what it looks like.
SCULLY: It's all a hoax?
SHERIFF: I'll be dammed.
MULDER: Yeah, but what happened to the hoaxer?
He swipes a finger around the boot, then holds it up to reveal blood.
There are a couple of teens sitting on the pier.
STONER: I saw it on the Discovery Channel? They got like this whole, you know, cult built up around these tree toads. The skin's got these hallucinogenic properties. Let's you see all these visions. It's really spiritual.
CHICK: Yeah? I don't know.
The stoner has a frog in his hand.
STONER: It's 'sposed to take the doors of perception, and swing them so wide open, you know, plus you get to see all these really cool streaks and trails and crap.
The dude licks the toad, and shudders.
CHICK: Well? Are you sure that's even a toad?
A diver comes to the surface of the lake startling them both and the dude drops the toad..
STONER: Dude, what's wrong with you? You made me drop my toad.
SNORKEL DUDE: Chill out, man. I'll get you another one.
The chick looks at the map.
STONER: How long till we get down to Lauderdale?
The snorkel dude is suddenly attacked, then he surfaces, screaming. He is dragged backwards through the water. Then he goes quiet, and the water turns red with blood.
STONER: Oh, no...Dude?
Then he bobs back to the surface, but only his head, severed at the neck.
A little later.
MULDER: Well, if this is a hoax, it's quite elaborate.
He looks at the head, encased in a plastic bag.
SHERIFF: I got zip out of Freebird and Moon Unit over there, there's no telling what they're been smoking. What's it looking like?
SCULLY: Well, it's hard to tell without an autopsy, but it looks like propeller damage from a motor boat.
SHERIFF: Well, this is a designated boating area!
MULDER: Twenty feet from shore, and twice in one day?
SCULLY: Mulder, look at it out there. It's like rush hour. I think you're ignoring the obvious.
MULDER: What about Ted Bertram?
SCULLY: For all we know, he stepped in something and bled into those funny shoes of his. He's probably so embarrassed right now, that he doesn't want to show his face.
MULDER: Oh, is that the psychological approach to crime solving? He's too embarrassed?
SCULLY: Regardless of what I believe, there's no hard evidence that it's what you believe.
Ansel is singing "True Colors" as he sets up his camera. He focuses it on a rubber ring, with meat tied to it. As he sets up another camera, the ring starts to move, and something appears to be moving through the water towards the shore. Ansel sees this and starts shooting frantically, but forgets to remove the lens cap.
He takes off the lens cap but then is attacked by the unseen monster.
A little later. The Sheriff and others are throwing lines with grappling hooks into the water.
MULDER: This roll's been exposed, can you get that developed?
Hands a camera to a deputy.
MULDER: That's three in one day, Sheriff. All this driving from crime scene to crime scene's giving me highway hypnosis. Close down the lake.
SHERIFF: I done tell you once, it ain't that simple. I just ain't got the manpower. Further more, I'm not at all convinced we're dealing with an aquatic menace.
SCULLY: He's right, Mulder. Those two sets of remains we found so far are inconclusive. We really need to find this body.
SHERIFF: My thoughts exactly, ma'am. If you just give us a couple more minutes... whoa!
The Sheriff is pulled into the water, then quickly swims back to shore.
SCULLY: Are you okay, Sheriff?
SHERIFF: Something brushed up against me out there. Something big. Close the lake! Close it down! I want you call the state police, and the Wildlife, Fish and Game! You tell them we got an emergency situation!
In the motel room that night, Mulder is looking through piles of photographs.
MULDER: Looks like Ansel took these during the attack.
SCULLY: I agree with you, I just wish that he gave us something more.
MULDER: Look at this, could this be a tooth?
SCULLY: Yeah, it could be a lot of things, Mulder. Fifteen years of fruitless hunting and the only thing the guy comes up with is a blurry picture of the monster's tooth?
MULDER: There's thousands of pictures here, Scully. There's got to be some visual evidence somewhere. Take a look at these.
He hands her a batch of photographs.
SCULLY: Mulder, they're just a bunch of poorly composed tourist shots.
Mulder shows her a photograph.
MULDER: That could be something.
SCULLY: A tooth?
Queequeg, sitting by the door, whimpers.
SCULLY: I'm taking Queequeg for a walk.
MULDER: Want me to come with you?
SCULLY: I'll be fine.
She pulls up her shirt to reveal her gun.
SCULLY: Goodnight, Mulder.
MULDER: Goodnight, I'll see you in the morning.
She leaves, while Mulder continues looking at photographs. Scully tugs at the leash while Queequeg is barking frantically.
SCULLY: Come on, Queequeg. Queequeg, we're not going to go into the woods. Come on, do your business. I thought you had to go. Queequeg! What is it? Queequeg! Where are you going?
The dog breaks free and runs into the woods, Scully follows the leash with a torch.
SCULLY: Queequeg! Come back here! Queequeg! Queequeg? Queequeg! Quee...
The handle of the leash gets caught and Scully retrieves it. Queequeg whimpers, then goes quiet. Alarmed, Scully takes out her gun. The leash returns, and to Scully's horror, there's just Queequeg's collar and name plate.
Back at the motel, Scully is distressed.
MULDER: I'm sorry about Queequeg. You know, I think I've learned something from these photos.
Mulder goes over to her and points out sighting locations on a map.
MULDER: They're not pictures of the lake monster, they're pictures of the lake. Locations where the fish has been sighted over the past several years. Look at this, five years ago, all the sightings occurred in the centre of the lake. But progressively the sightings have moved closer and closer to shore, until this year, they're practically on the shore.
SCULLY: Could you repeat the last part again? I kind of faded out.
MULDER: Which part?
SCULLY: After you said "I'm sorry".
MULDER: Can you drive a boat?
They are in a boat.
SCULLY: It's too bad we're not out here fishing.
She is looking at a fish radar, showing many fish near the boat.
MULDER: We are fishing.
SCULLY: You really expect to find this thing, don't you Mulder?
MULDER: You want to head right...here.
He points at the map.
SCULLY: I'll take that as a yes.
MULDER: I know the difference between expectation and hope. Seek and ye shall find, Scully.
SCULLY: You know, on the old mariner's maps, the cartographers would designate uncharted territories by writing 'Here Be Monsters'.
MULDER: I got a map of New York City just like that.
SCULLY: What was that?
A huge blob appears on the radar screen.
MULDER: It ain't no bass.
SCULLY: What is that? What is that, Mulder?
MULDER: Here be monsters, Scully.
SCULLY: It looks like it's coming straight at us.
MULDER: Yep, that's what it looks like.
A huge crash is heard, then water pours in through a hole in the boat's stern.
Scully shouts into the radio. The boat is rocking in the water.
SCULLY: Mayday! Mayday! Can anybody read me? This is a distress call from the Patricia Rae. PA7A3A27. Mayday! Mayday!
MULDER: Scully, let's get out of here.
They pull on life jackets, then swim out from the boat. As the boat sinks, they stand on a nearby rock, watching.
SCULLY: There goes our five hundred dollar deposit.
MULDER: I say we swim to shore.
MULDER: Yeah, the shore can't be too far from here.
SCULLY: In which direction?
She swings her lantern around. Nothing can be seen but water.
MULDER: Yeah. You know, living in the city you forget that night is actually so...dark.
SCULLY: Living in the city, you forget a lot of things. There you're always thinking about being mugged or hit by a car. It's not until you get back to nature that you realize that everything is out to get you. What's what my father always taught me, to respect nature, because it has no respect for you.
There hear a splashing and both pull out their guns. Then the splashing comes from a different direction.
MULDER: That was him, Scully. That was Big Blue.
SCULLY: So what if it was. Mulder, what are we doing here?
MULDER: What do you mean, what are we doing here?
SCULLY: What are you hoping to accomplish?
MULDER: Scully, some of the things that we investigate are so intangible but this creature it exists within the specific earthly confines of this lake, and I want to find it.
SCULLY: What for?
MULDER: You're a scientist, why do you ask that question? I mean, it would be a miraculous discovery. It could revolutionize evolutionary biological thinking.
SCULLY: Is that really the reason why? You know when you showed me those pictures the photographer took, you want to know what I really saw in them?
MULDER: A tooth?
SCULLY: No, you. That man is your future. Listening only to himself, hoping to catch a glimpse of the truth, for who knows what reason.
MULDER: I did read in his journals that he was hoping to live off the copyright fees from a genuine Big Blue photo.
SCULLY: Well, as dumb as it sounds, at least it's a legitimate reason.
MULDER: You don't think my reasons are legitimate?
SCULLY: Mulder, sometimes I just can't figure them out.
A noise is heard, they jump up, their guns aimed, but it is only a duck swimming through the mist that is now covering the lake. Scully lets out a sob.
MULDER: I'm still tempted to fire.
Later. They are both sat down.
MULDER: Hey Scully, you think you could ever cannibalize someone? I mean if you really had to.
SCULLY: Well as much as the very idea is abhorrent to me, I suppose under certain conditions a living entity is practically conditioned to perform whatever extreme measures are necessary to ensure its survival. I suppose I'm no different.
MULDER: You've lost some weight recently haven't you?
SCULLY: Well, actually I have, thanks for...
She glares at him.
MULDER: But it is amazing what some animals will do to guarantee the continuation of a species isn't it? A creature of this size must have adapted its behavior over the years to minimize its chances of being seen by its only predator, us. This coming closer to shore for its prey must have been an act of desperation on its part.
SCULLY: Poor Queequeg.
MULDER: Why did you name your dog Queequeg?
SCULLY: It was the name of the harpoonist in Moby Dick. My father used to read to me from Moby Dick when I was a little girl. I called him Ahab and he called me Starbuck. So I named my dog Queequeg. It's funny, I just realized something.
MULDER: It's a bizarre name for a dog, huh?
SCULLY: No, how much you're like Ahab. You're so consumed by your personal vengeance against life, whether it be its inherent cruelties or its mysteries that everything takes on a warped significance to fit your megalomaniacal cosmology.
MULDER: Scully, are you coming on to me?
SCULLY: It's the truth or a white whale. What difference does it make? I mean, both obsessions are impossible to capture, and trying to do so will only leave you dead, along with everyone else you bring with you. You know Mulder, you are Ahab.
MULDER: You know, it's interesting you should say that, because I've always wanted a peg leg. It's a boyhood thing I never grew out of. I'm not being flippant, I've given this a lot of thought. If you have a peg leg or hooks for hands then maybe it's enough to simply keep on living. You know, bravely facing life with your disability. It's heroic just to survive. But without these things you're actually expected to make something of your life, achieve something, earn a raise, wear a necktie. So if anything I'm actually the antithesis of Ahab, because if I did have a peg leg I'd quite possibly be more happy and more content not to feel the need to chase after these creatures of the unknown.
SCULLY: And that's not flippant?
MULDER: No, flippant is my favorite line from Moby Dick. 'Hell is an idea first born on an undigested apple dumpling', huh?
Scully mouths the last few words of the quote and looks impressed that Mulder knew that. Then they hear another splash.
SCULLY: What was that?
MULDER: I don't know, but it ain't no duck.
They get to their feet, aiming their guns. The lamp goes out. Then they are illuminated by a flashlight.
FARADAY: I thought I heard voices. What are you two doing out here?
SCULLY: Dr Faraday?
FARADAY: Hope I'm not interrupting anything.
SCULLY: No, no. we had a little trouble with our boat.
MULDER: Actually it sank.
FARADAY: How'd that happen?
SCULLY: It was my fault. We would have been out here all night if you hadn't answered our distress call.
FARADAY: Oh, I didn't. I was walking by, I heard you talking.
SCULLY: Walking by?
FARADAY: Yeah, the shore is just a stone's throw from here. Come on, I'll take you back.
Mulder and Scully slowly wade through the water, which is about a foot deep, to the shore. Faraday hands Mulder the lantern, now shining brightly again.
FARADAY: It was just out of fuel. The sheriff will be around in a couple of minutes. I'd drive you myself, but I've got work to do.
SCULLY: What exactly is it that you're doing out here Dr Faraday? It's well after midnight.
FARADAY: Night is Rana sphenocephala's most active period, and this is its primary breeding ground. Or at least it used to be. Thousands of eggs used to cling to these reeds, beautiful jelly clusters. Now one must turn over many a leaf in order to find potential offspring.
MULDER: What's in the sack?
FARADAY: Adult frogs, I've been breeding them in captivity, and releasing them into the wild.
SCULLY: This is Striker's Cove?
MULDER: The frogs.
FARADAY: I beg your pardon?
MULDER: The unexplained depletion of frogs originates from this cove. It's the food chain.
FARADAY: What about it?
MULDER: Food chain. If you alter one life form in an ecosystem, the rest is necessarily affected, either by an increase or decrease. So if an aquatic dinosaur's diet consisted primarily of frogs, then if those frogs suddenly became scarce, it would have to turn to an alternative food source.
FARADAY: Agent Mulder, you are taking my legitimate research and basic biological principle, and stretching them both way out of proportion, in an effort to give some kind of validity to an entirely ludicrous theory. There is no prehistoric lake monster.
MULDER: This creature lives here in this cove. That explains the disappearance of these frogs, for which you have no explanation, doctor, ludicrous or not. As well as the recent human attacks.
FARADAY: That's crazy. If something was living in these waters, you don't think I would have seen it? I've been conducting research here for three years.
MULDER: I'm talking about a prehistoric animal that's gone unnoticed for virtually thousands of years. If it knows how do anything, it knows how to hide. They say the Loch Ness monster doesn't even live in the water, that it lives in the surrounding cliffs. Maybe Big Blue has an inland habitat, somewhere in the rocks, or in this dense forest here.
FARADAY: I have no time for these absurdities. If you'll excuse me, I have some amphibians to release.
He walks off.
SCULLY: Well, captain, what now?
SHERIFF: Agent Scully! Agent Mulder! There's been another death, and this time it does appear to be some kind of animal attack. Bit a fisherman's arm clear off.
MULDER: Where'd this happen?
SHERIFF: On the other side of the lake, a couple of hours ago. My department has the cooperation of the state police, plus the full use of all the Wildlife, Fish and Game's department vessels, and I've got a full scale water search already under way.
MULDER: No, we need those men here, searching this cove and these woods.
SHERIFF: But I got thirty boats on the water already, now if we're going to kill this thing...
MULDER: We've got to sweep this cove. It's here in Striker's Cove.
SHERIFF: The boats are searching the area of the latest attack, and I'm not going to move them. Now if you're going to waste your time, conducting a search of these woods, you go right ahead. I got me a lake monster to catch.
SCULLY: Sheriff, Agent Mulder and I would appreciate it if you could spare us two or three of your men to assist us here.
SHERIFF: All right, I'll send them on back.
He walks off through the woods.
There's a sound.
SCULLY: What was that?
MULDER: Dr Faraday.
They run through the woods, following Faraday's cries and find him lying on the ground.
MULDER: What happened?
FARADAY: I think something grabbed my leg.
MULDER: Did you see it?
FARADAY: It came from behind me. Before I knew it it had me. Shaking me back and forth. Then it just let go.
SCULLY: Give me your belt.
FARADAY: I didn't wanna believe you.
SCULLY: I think you nipped an artery. We've got to get him to a hospital, he's losing blood.
MULDER: Where'd it go?
FARADAY: I didn't see it. I think I heard... It went through those reeds there.
SCULLY: Mulder, help is coming. Mulder!
Mulder leaves in the direction Faraday indicated. He walks through the woods, holding his flashlight and gun. He hears some suspicious noises and moves from behind a tree to aim the torch and his gun - at a frog. He continues searching, and there appears to be something following him. He hears a cracking sound behind him and whirls round to see branches falling, or being smashed, to the ground. He fires his gun, even though there's nothing to be seen. Then he turns and runs and trips over a tree root. He turns round and continues firing at the unseen thing until he runs out of bullets. His flashlight illuminates an alligator. He throws down the flashlight in disappointment.
Dr. Faraday is being loaded into an ambulance. Scully sees Mulder on the shore, looking out across the water. The sheriff taps on the ambulance doors.
SHERIFF: All right, go ahead.
Scully walks over to Mulder.
MULDER: How's Dr Faraday?
SCULLY: He'll be fine. How are you?
MULDER: I'm fine.
SCULLY: Well, you slew the big white whale, Ahab.
MULDER: Yeah, but I still don't have that peg leg.
SCULLY: How can you be disappointed? That alligator would have gone through the local population if you hadn't killed it.
MULDER: I know. I guess I just wanted Big Blue to be real. I guess I see hope in such a possibility.
SCULLY: Well, there's still hope. That's why these myths and stories have endured. People want to believe.
They take one last look at the lake. As they turn and walk away, they miss a creature moving through the water - Big Blue.