4X10 Tunguska Teil 2 (englisches Transkript)
| Transcribed by Leigh M.
Edited by Libby, Used with kind permission from Libby (www.chelonium.plus.com)
[Subtitles in squared brackets.]
Harrow Convalescent Home, Boca Raton, Florida
Night. A man and a woman arrive in a minivan. The woman enters the home secretly, using a flashlight to illuminate rooms containing several beds. She enters a room and stops at the bed of an old woman.
WOMAN: Auntie Janet?
The old woman awakens.
WOMAN: It's time, Auntie Janet. He's waiting.
The two women go outside toward the minivan, the older woman wearing a dressing gown. They enter it. A man is inside.
DOCTOR: We should hurry. We have papers to sign.
The old woman nods. The doctor checks what looks like a suicide machine.
DOCTOR: Just tell me when.
AUNTIE JANET: Don't you cry for me, dear. I'm tired of the pain.
She pushes a plunger to activate the machine and fluid flows into an intravenous drip.
AUNTIE JANET: You're my angel of mercy.
She appears to fall into a restful sleep.
WOMAN: Is she gone?
The doctor checks the old woman's heartbeat.
DOCTOR: Something's wrong here.
Oily worms crawl out from under the old woman's skin. The young woman screams.
An elderly man, Vassily Peskow, is dipping a tea bag into a cup of hot water. He is in a cozy, if modest, apartment. A knock is heard at the apartment door..
PESKOW: [Who is it?]
MESSENGER: [Vassily Peskow?]
Peskow opens the door.
MESSENGER: [Vassily Peskow? I have an urgent communiqué, from Comrade Arntzen in Krasnoyarsk.]
PESKOW: [Please, I am retired from all of that now.]
MESSENGER: [Comrade Arntzen anticipated this response.]
PESKOW: [What does he want from me?]
MESSENGER: [He wants you to know that the Cold War isn't over.]
The messenger draws an envelope out of his jacket and hands it to Peskow, before walking away. Peskow turns it over in his hands. He closes the door.
The Gulag. Mulder is sleeping, huddled into a ball.
THE PRISONER: Prisoner? Hey, Prisoner.
Mulder slowly awakens.
THE PRISONER: I thought maybe you were dead.
MULDER: How long have I been lying here?
THE PRISONER: Hours...I don't know. The first time is bad. Very bad.
Mulder pulls off a bandaid from his arm.
MULDER: They've done this to you?
THE PRISONER: Yes. It becomes easier each time....until it kills you.
MULDER: What did they do to me?
THE PRISONER: You have been exposed to the Black Cancer.
MULDER: What cancer?
THE PRISONER: The cancer that lives in the rock.
Mulder moves toward the gap in the wall where the other prisoner's eyes are visible.
MULDER: Who are you?
THE PRISONER: I was a geologist, quite well known in my field actually. But now I am just a test subject.
MULDER: You helped them find the rock?
THE PRISONER: I was there when they brought up the first fragments. This was before the mining, before we knew what lived in Tunguska Rock.
MULDER: How many men have died here?
THE PRISONER: Hundreds, maybe more. The search for a cure goes slowly.
MULDER: Is that what they say the tests are for - to find a cure?
The prisoner shakes his head.
THE PRISONER: No...they tell us nothing...We are left to guess or imagine the reasons for our torture....But, what else could it be?
MULDER: What happened to the man who was in the cell with me - Krycek?
THE PRISONER: He is most likely dining with the men responsible for our torture... I heard laughter when they left your cell.
MULDER: I'm not going to die...
THE PRISONER: Why not?
MULDER: I have to live long enough to kill that man Krycek.
The prisoner passes something through the hole. Mulder examines it...it looks like a crude knife.
MULDER: Where did you get this?
THE PRISONER: I made it...to kill myself....It took me nearly two weeks. By then I had lost the desire.
MULDER: You'd rather suffer the torture?
The prisoner sighs.
THE PRISONER: It is wonderful - the persistence of life. That rock we found buried so deep in the Earth- that anything could survive down there against all reason...No. They will have to kill me themselves.
NASA Goddard Space Flight Center Greenbelt, Maryland
Scully and another doctor, both wearing a hazmat suits, are examining Dr Sacks' vascular system using an angioscope.
SCULLY: We haven't been able to give him anything but fluids for over forty-eight hours.
DOCTOR: Well, it doesn't help that he's in a restricted environment.
SCULLY: Well, if he has been infected by some kind of organism we can't risk contamination...Are you seeing anything?
DOCTOR: The blood in the carotid artery looks slightly thickened...Possibly due to the decreased heart rate and blood pressure....Now what's this? What the hell is this?
SCULLY: What is it?
DOCTOR: I don't know...It looks like it's concentrated around his pineal body...I think it's alive.
SCULLY: It looks like a nest....some type of black vermiform organism attached to the pineal gland.
Peskow is sitting at a bus stop, peeling an apple. He offers some to the woman sitting next to him.
WOMAN: No. Thank you very much though.
A bus arrives. Peskow boards the bus. The destination sign changes from Richmond to Charlottesville.
Nighttime in a barn. Horses can be heard. A figure is approaching through the open barn door. It is Dr. Charne-Sayer. She switches on the lights and checks the horses. She gasps as she notices an intruder.
PESKOW: Oh, pardon me.
DR. CHARNE-SAYER: Who are you?
PESKOW: As a boy, my father had a farm....not horses like these.
He approaches her.
PESKOW: My name is Vassily Peskow.
DR. CHARNE-SAYER: Mr. Peskow...I'm sorry, but you don't belong in here.
PESKOW: I am sorry, very sorry.
DR. CHARNE-SAYER: You are going to have to leave here. I'm going to call you a cab.
PESKOW: But I have come here to see you, Dr. Charne-Sayre.
Dr Charne-Sayre has turned to walk back out of the barn but spins around when Peskow says her name.
DR. CHARNE-SAYRE: Do I know you?
PESKOW: No...I don't know how you could.
In a sudden vicious motion, he grabs her throat. She gasps and kicks but he keeps his grip on her throat.
Outside Scully's Apartment. Scully walks down the hallway to her door. Skinner appears at the end of the hallway.
SKINNER: Agent Scully?
SCULLY: Sir...what ...
SKINNER: I've been trying to contact you for hours...The better part of the day.
SCULLY: I'm sorry sir, my cell phone was turned off.
SKINNER: You owe me some answers, Agent Scully. Answers I don't have to the questions I'm being asked about this missing diplomatic pouch. The pouch presumably being carried by the man who was allegedly pushed off my balcony, and whose connection to the known felon I harbored in my house against all good sense, I'm going to have to explain to avoid perjuring myself before a Senate sub-committee tomorrow. Which, I might remind you, is a very serious crime in itself. Is it not, Agent Scully?
SCULLY: Yes, sir. Sir, if I might explain...the contents of that pouch...it contained some kind of a biohazardous organism that is, luckily, being contained in a contamination laboratory at NASA Goddard, which is where I've been all day trying to determine its exact nature.
SKINNER: That pouch you intercepted. Do you know what its intended destination was?
SCULLY: No sir, I don't.
SKINNER: Well, I do, Agent Scully, because I bent some rules this morning when I couldn't find you. To find out who was to receive it.
SCULLY: Who was it?
SKINNER: Dr. Bonita Charne-Sayre. Are you familiar with that name?
SCULLY: Yes sir, I am...She's a well-know physician....and a...a virologist who's looked in on presidents. She's also an authority on...on variola viruses.
SCULLY: Smallpox....She's been a vocal proponent of eliminating the last remaining stores of the smallpox virus....destroying the only remaining vials in facilities here in Atlanta and the former Soviet Union.
SKINNER: Well, she was killed tonight.
SKINNER: A horse stepped on her throat in a riding accident in Virginia.
The Gulag. Voices are faintly heard in the background. Mulder's cell door clanks open. A guard gives Mulder an order in Russian.
MULDER: Where are we going?
The guard doesn't answer. He kicks Mulder in the chest and pulls him to his feet, all the while shouting in Russian.
Outside. The prisoners are being marched along in rows. There are dozens of weary men, all in matching grey uniforms. The green truck that brought Mulder and Krycek to the gulag drives into the yard. Mulder catches sight of Alex Krycek, looking clean and warm, walking up a ramp in the far end of the yard. Krycek greets the man who appears to be in charge.
THE PRISONER: Prisoner.....Is that your friend?
Krycek and the man hug. Alex holds a lighter for the man's cigarette.
THE PRISONER: You have but one chance.
A guard approaches the prisoners.
GUARD: [Move it!]
Mulder draws the knife from his pocket and breaks out of the line. He runs towards Krycek and knocks him into the bed of the truck. He punches Krycek in the face, knocking him unconscious. Mulder holds the guards at bay with the knife and manages to get into the cab of the truck and drive out of the yard. The prisoners cheer as Mulder drives away with Krycek still lying in the truckbed. The "in charge" man sends guards after them on horseback. Mulder smashes the truck through the gates. The guards shoot at them, but Mulder only drives faster. The men on horseback cease chasing and turn back to the prison camp. Krycek slowly wakes up. He angrily pounds the window behind Mulder's head. The truck is approaching a bend and Mulder pushes down on the brake pedal, but the brakes don't respond. Sensing that he is in danger, Krycek rolls off the truck, landing hard on his right arm. The truck reaches another bend but can't negotiate it. Mulder holds his arms in front of his face as the truck veers off the road down a steep slope.
Well-Manicured Man's Farm. Night. A dark car pulls up in front of the house. The Cigarette Smoking Man steps out and climbs the steps to the porch where Well-Manicured Man is sitting, smoking a cigarette.
CSM: That's a nasty habit. It's bad for the health.
WMM drops the cigarette and snuffs it out with his foot.
WELL-MANICURED MAN: Health is the least of my concerns at the moment.
He now lights a cigarette.
CSM: According to reports your....personal physician suffered a serious riding accident here on your property.
WMM: Dr. Charne-Sayre was murdered.
CSM: By whom?
WMM: If I knew, do you think I'd be standing here talking to you?
CSM: So....you need me now...A man of my capabilities... is that it?
WMM: This was a professional hit.
CSM: And you out here all alone...so vulnerable...Were you sleeping with her? Surely you wouldn't be so foolish as to put the project at risk for the sake of your personal pleasures.
WMM: Find her killer!
CSM: Call off this Congressional investigation.
WMM: I can't. But, Senator Sorenson is an honorable man. They are all honorable.. these Honorable men.
WMM starts to walk away.
CSM: I heard Mulder was captured in Tunguska.
WMM stops and turns around.
CSM: I hear now he's escaped. Wake the Russian Bear and it may find we've stolen its honey.
Tunguska. The horse guards approach the wrecked truck. There is blood on the windshield, but no Mulder.
GUARD 2: [He's gone.]
IN CHARGE GUY: [Back on your horses. We must find him.]
The woods. Krycek is running, still holding his injured right arm. He falls to the ground in pain. A sound startles him. From the woods, a group of young men emerge. Curiously, they are all missing their left arms. He runs but they surround him. He addresses them in Russian.
KRYCEK: [What do you want from me?]
FIRST MAN: [Why do you run?]
KRYCEK: [I have escaped from the prison camp.]
The man looks closely at Krycek.
FIRST MAN: [You are a liar.]
He realizes that he has reverted to English and nervously excuses himself.
KRYCEK: I'm sorry..Nyet- [I am American.... and I've been falsely accused of spying.]
FIRST MAN: Then your enemy is mine. We can protect you.
Night. The guards are still searching for Mulder and Krycek. They pass through a small clearing. As they pass, Mulder wearily peeks out from a pile of dead leaves.
Senate Subcommittee On Intelligence And Terrorism
SCULLY: I, Dana Katherine Scully, swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help me so help me God.
A gavel falls and she takes a seat.
SCULLY: I would like to read from a prepared statement.
MR. ROMINE: You may do so.
SCULLY: I left behind a career in medicine to become an FBI agent four years ago because I believed in this country...
A messenger hands a note to Mr. Romine.
SCULLY: ...because I wanted to uphold its laws, to punish the guilty and to protect the innocent.
Mr. Romine hands a reply to the messenger, who takes it to Senator Sorenson.
SCULLY: I still believe in this country, but I believe that there are powerful men in this government who do not ...
Senator Sorenson reads the note.
SCULLY: ...men who have no respect for the law, and who flout it with impunity.
MR. ROMINE: Uh...Miss Scully...
SCULLY: I have come to the conclusion....
Mr. Romine grows impatient.
MR. ROMINE: Agent Scully.
SCULLY: ...that it is no longer possible...
MR. ROMINE: This is not a soapbox, Miss Scully. Your statement will be entered into the record.
SCULLY: With all due respect, Mr. Chairman, I would like to finish.
MR. ROMINE: This is not why we are here today.
SCULLY: Then why are we here, sir?
SENATOR SORENSON: Agent Scully, do you or do you not know the whereabouts of Agent Mulder?
Scully looks at him.
SENATOR SORENSON: Are you, or are you not aware of Agent Mulder's present location?
SCULLY: I respectfully refuse to answer that question, sir, because...
MR. ROMINE: Agent Scully, you cannot refuse to answer that question.
SCULLY: Because I believe that answering that question could endanger Agent Mulder's life.
MR. ROMINE: You don't seem to understand. Your response is not optional. You are an agent of the FBI.
SCULLY: Then if I may please finish my statement...
Starting before they have a chance to stop her.
SCULLY: ...that it is no longer possible for me to carry out my duties as an FBI agent.
SENATOR SORENSON: Are you tendering your resignation, Agent Scully. Is that what you're trying to say?
SCULLY: No, sir. What I am saying, is that there is a culture of lawlessness that has prevented me from doing my job- that the real target of this committee's investigation should be the men who are beyond prosecution and punishment....the men whose secret policies are behind the crimes that you are investigating.
SENATOR SORENSON: You have a legal obligation to answer the questions posed to you. Now....either you tell us what you know about Agent Mulder's whereabouts, or you'll be held in contempt of Congress.
A buzzer sounds. Scully is being led down a hallway by a U.S. Marshall. She is led to a cell and locked inside.
Woods. Daylight. The truck driver enters the clearing. He notices something then roots around in the leaves and angrily pulls Agent Mulder out.
DRIVER: [You idiot! You ruined my truck!]
Truck Driver's Home. His wife is sitting at a table reading something. The truck driver throws Mulder to the floor. The wife gasps and spins around.
DRIVER: [This sonofabitch ruined my truck!]
WIFE: [Be careful with him. He's hurt.]
DRIVER: [We can't keep him here. They're looking for him.]
The truck driver's wife fetches some hot water.
WIFE: [You shouldn't bring him here if you don't want me to take care of him.]
DRIVER: [He's not staying.]
He walks outside, angrily slamming the door.
WIFE: Kak va za voot? "what is your name"?
WIFE: Kak va za voot?
MULDER: No Russian.
MULDER: Tell your husband I'm sorry about his truck.
The truck driver's wife examines Mulder's arm. She sees that he has been given the test.
WIFE: The test?
She sighs and shakes her head.
WIFE: They kill everybody for the test.
MULDER: Why don't they kill you?
WIFE: My husband makes deliveries. They spare our lives. But now...no truck... he is afraid.
MULDER: Well, I have to go now.
MULDER: They'll come looking for me. They'll come looking for you.
WIFE: No. There are other ways.
MULDER: I don't know what you're talking about. What other ways?
A young boy enters. He too has no left arm.
WIFE: No arm. No test.
MULDER: You don't understand. These tests, the smallpox scar on your arm, it's some kind of identification. You have to help me escape. I'll help you escape. You have to help me get to St. Petersburg.
There is a sound at the door. Mulder spins around. The driver is standing in the doorway with a large knife.
Krycek is asleep, huddled in a blanket by a roaring campfire. All too late, he snaps awake. The men surround him and pin him down. A man comes at him with a red hot knife. He begins to saw on Krycek's left arm. Krycek writhes and screams in agony.
Scully's cell. She is reading a document labeled "Variola Virus" by Dr Bonita Charne-Sayre. She turns as the cell door opens. Skinner enters.
SKINNER: You holding up?
SCULLY: I've got plenty to read.
SKINNER: I can understand you protecting Agent Mulder but...
SCULLY: It is not just Agent Mulder that I am protecting, sir.
SKINNER: Then what are you doing?
SCULLY: We were called before this committee to answer questions about a murder - about an intercepted diplomatic pouch - a pouch that was to be delivered to a prominent doctor - a woman who is now dead, as is the man who was delivering said pouch - the contents of which have infected an exobiologist with a paralyzing toxin. Yet, what are we stuck on here? The whereabouts of Agent Mulder.
SKINNER: You mean it's the wrong question.
SCULLY: Several of the men on this committee are lawyers. It is my experience that lawyers ask the wrong question only when they don't want the right answer.
SKINNER: Unless Agent Mulder has already found the answers they're looking for.
SCULLY: Or someone wants to make sure that he doesn't find them.
SKINNER: These are congressmen we're talking about, Agent Scully.
SCULLY: I know that, sir. And it is my natural inclination to believe that they are acting in the best interest of the truth...but I am not inclined to follow my own judgement in this case.
SKINNER: So you're going to follow Agent Mulder's? Is that it?
Scully doesn't answer.
Containment Lab at NASA Goddard. Peskow enters the lab. Dr. Sacks is lying on the table, still in his hazmat suit. Peskow takes out a syringe and draws fluid from a vial. He injects the fluid through the suit into the Doctor's neck. The oily worms crawl out of the doctor's nose and eyes. Peskow takes the rock and leaves.
At WMM's Farm. WMM and CSM are looking at a photograph of Peskow.
CSM: His name is Vassily Peskow. He was a KGB line-X stringer working out of Moscow center.
WMM: But how could this be? How could the Russians know we were working on our own inoculation? Six of us knew!
CSM: Dr. Charne-Sayre?
WMM: She was trusted...absolutely!
CSM calmly takes a drag on his cigarette.
CSM: Then I don't know.
WMM: Find this man! Find him!
CSM: If my intelligence sources are right...I think there's someone who might save us the trouble.
Senate Sub-Committee. Scully returns to the desk in front of the committee members. Gavel pounds.
SENATOR SORENSON: Mr. Chairman, may I?
CHAIRMAN: Carry on.
SENATOR SORENSON: Miss Scully...you've had a good long time to think about the question that was asked in our last session. I want to give you the opportunity to answer that question here, today. So I can help our good chairman here to get on with this proceeding.
SCULLY: I can't answer that question, sir.
SENATOR SORENSON: I'm going to ask you again. Where is Special Agent Mulder? And why is he not here?
SCULLY: I'd be happy to answer your questions about the man carrying the diplomatic pouch...
SENATOR SORENSON: Agent Scully.
SCULLY: ...about his murder, and my opinion about its connection to the death of Dr. Bonita Charne-Sayre of the World Health Organization...
SENATOR SORENSON: Miss Scully....you'll get your chance with all of that...
SCULLY: ... or about the biotoxin being transported within that pouch.
SENATOR SORENSON: Answer the question, Miss Scully.
MULDER: What is the question?
They all gasp and turn to see Mulder. He and Scully exchange looks and then Mulder sits down in the front row.
MR. ROMINE: All right. Let's come to order. Agent Scully...do continue.
SCULLY: Yes, sir. If I may I would like to finish making my point.
MR. ROMINE: What is your point, Miss Scully?
SCULLY: That the death of Doctor Charne-Sayre, given her field of expertise, strongly suggests that she knew something about the toxin, about its origins, and that knowledge may be directly linked to the murder of the man in Assistant Director Skinner's apartment building
As she is talking, Skinner walks in. He does a double take when he sees Agent Mulder. He whispers something to Agent Scully.
SENATOR SORENSON: Miss Scully?
SCULLY: Yes, sir...uh...Assistant Director Skinner has just informed me that there has been an accident directly related...
SENATOR SORENSON: An accident...?
SCULLY: A doctor, infected with the toxin, has died under suspicious circumstances involving a theft of evidence...of the contents of the diplomatic pouch...
MR. ROMINE: Well, we've gotten off to a real fine start here. I'm going to recess now until this new matter can be explained, so that we might then begin to move in a forward direction.
He pounds the gavel. Scully pushes away from the desk and moves towards Mulder.
She hugs him.
MULDER: It's good to put my arms around you...both of them.
SCULLY: When did you get back here?
MULDER: It's been a long, strange trip.
SKINNER: Some other time. I think there's been enough strangeness here to sort through.
SCULLY: Mulder, I've made several connections about this toxin - about what it might be...
MULDER: So have I.
SCULLY: Sir? I need your permission to book two airfares to Boca Raton, Florida. It shouldn't take more than twelve...fifteen hours...but in the event that it does, I need you to stall the committee tomorrow, for the purpose of...
SKINNER: If you explain it to me, Agent Scully, I'm going to have to explain it to them. I suggest you do everything in your power to make it back for tomorrow's session...or I can't help you.
He gives them both meaningful glances before walking away.
MULDER: Boca Raton?
SCULLY: Dr. Bonita Charne-Sayre is a board member and chief physician for a chain of elder-care convalescent hospitals across the country....guess what one of her patients died of in Boca Raton?
Harrow Convalescent Home
Boca Raton, Florida
Inside the elder care center. A nurse tends one of the patients. Vassily Peskow walks in casually, smiling at the nurse. He removes a bottle of pills from his pocket. He goes to the medicine cabinet and switches his pills for ones in an identical bottle.
A nurse opens the front door of the care center.
NURSE: Yes. What is it?
Scully shows her badge.
SCULLY: Agents Mulder and Scully. We need your permission to come onto the premises and speak with you or any of your patients.
NURSE: What about?
MULDER: May we come in?
NURSE: Well, yes.
They all walk into the ward.
SCULLY: When was the last time these patients were checked.
NURSE: An hour ago, at bed check.
Scully checks one of the patients.
SCULLY: This man is dead.
Mulder examines other beds. The patients are dead. Oily worms are on their faces. One woman is clutching an empty paper cup.
Scully walks over.
MULDER: These people are test subjects. I think they've been poisoned.
SCULLY: Who gave these patients their meds tonight?
NURSE: I did.
SCULLY: Okay, I need you to call 911. Tell them you've got an emergency quarantine of a biohazardous material. I need you to show us all of the entrances of the hospital. We've got to seal this building immediately.
The door closes. In the last bed is Peskow who rises and sneaks out.
Federal Correctional Facility
New York City
SCULLY: I do not understand what it is you hope to learn here.
MULDER: Everything that's happened....every death we've seen can be traced back to one man.
SCULLY: But according to you that man is in Russia...possibly even dead.
MULDER: Well, he isn't working alone.
They are led into a cell block. The prisoner is Terry Mayhew, one of the men arrested at the stake-out.
MULDER: Terry Edward Mayhew. Can we talk with you...have a little off the record chat?
MULDER: Alex Krycek.
MULDER: The man who set you up....you and the members of your militia.
MAYHEW: Name wasn't Krycek. It was Arntzen, or something like that.
MULDER: You came into contact with him in North Dakota salvaging material from a missile silo.
MAYHEW: I ain't never been in no missile silo. I don't know nothing about that.
SCULLY: This man Krycek, or "Arntzen" as you call him...How did he come into contact with you?...off the record.
MAYHEW: He came to us...with some building materials and some big ideas.
MULDER: What was he looking to build?
MULDER: Did he ever mention Black Cancer?
MAYHEW: Oh yeah!
SCULLY: What did he say?
MAYHEW: Developed by the Soviets. Saddam used it in the Gulf.
SCULLY: You mean...used as bio-warfare?
MAYHEW: That's why they made them servicemen take all them pills?. U.S. Government knew about the Black Cancer. They lied. Didn't have no cure...no inoculation.....I think we'll quit right there. I got nothing more to say.
SCULLY: Let's go, Mulder.
MULDER: Wait a second. You said there were...uh.. two devices. What happened to the other bomb?
MAYHEW: I ate it.
Mulder loses his patience and grabs Mayhew around the neck.
MULDER: You want to know about anarchy? You don't tell me where that other bomb is and I'll make sure you spend your prison time on your bigoted hands and knees putting a big smile on some convict's face.
MAYHEW: Sonofabitch stole it - truck and all. Some storage garage.
MAYHEW: Terma...North Dakota.
MULDER: Thank you.
Mulder releases him and heads out of cell. Scully follows.
MULDER: Scully, get on the phone and get the license numbers for any two-ton trucks stolen in North Dakota in the last six months. Then call Canadian border authorities and have them stop any vehicle fitting that description. Tell them they're looking for a bomb.
SCULLY: What are you doing, Mulder?
MULDER: This has been a big setup from the beginning- almost perfectly executed. Someone used Krycek, then Krycek used us ...someone who didn't want that rock in American hands.
SCULLY: But what's in Canada?
MULDER: Where would you put this rock if you didn't want it to be found?
SCULLY: Back in the ground.
Night. Vassily Peskow's truck is stopped by border authorities.
PESKOW: Fertilizer for my hothouse tomatoes. Beautiful tomatoes, all year, eh?
The border guard returns his license.
He pulls down back door of truck.
Daytime. Helicopter flying over what appears to be an oil refinery. It flies over a flat area of land where a truck is parked. The copter lands and Mulder gets out.
MULDER: Go back to the refinery. See if you can find anybody who knows anything about that truck.
The helicopter takes off. Mulder approaches the truck. He tries to open the door. Then peers in through the window. He looks at some pipework rising out of the ground nearby.
Scully gets out of the helicopter at the refinery. She goes to the security gate and climbs the fence. The helicopter takes off behind her. Peskow sees her from an outside gangway and then goes into the building. The sound of the closing door alerts Scully.
Mulder takes the grating off the top of the pipework. He peers into the pipe and sees a box, but can't reach it. Suddenly, the oil well next to him comes on, coating the ground and Mulder with oil. He is still trying to reach the box.
Scully at refinery. She goes to door marked "Valve Room". She cannot open the door.
Mulder reaches for the box. He hears a beeping sound. A bomb is about to detonate. He runs away very fast. He is barely out of harm's way as the bomb explodes.
Scully reacts to the explosion. Peskow sneaks up behind Scully. He throws his arm in a choke-hold around her neck. He draws her gun and points it at her head.
PESKOW: I would just as soon kill you, but please don't make me. My work is done. Sur Posidive. [At last].
He releases her and backs away, still holding the gun at her. Scully glances back at the oil blazed caused by the explosion and runs back to Mulder. She finds him lying on the ground.
She helps him to his feet and they stumble away to safety.
Senate Sub-Committee Chambers. Gavel pounds.
MR. ROMINE: I'd like to get started here. Miss Scully?
SCULLY: Yes...I'm ready here, sir.
MR. ROMINE: You have evidence to present. At least, that's what I've been told.
SCULLY: Yes, Senator...evidence linking a number of deaths... a great number...to a biotoxin that was transported to US soil by a courier who was also killed.
SENATOR SORENSON: This was the man who was pushed from the Assistant Director's apartment?
SCULLY: Yes. He has not been ID'ed.
SENATOR SORENSON: Do we have the name of the individual who pushed him?
SCULLY: Yes, sir. Alex Krycek...who is missing and possibly deceased.
SENATOR SORENSON: And are you then in possession of the pouch or its contents?
SCULLY: No, sir.
The senators whisper among themselves.
SENATOR SORENSON: What evidence are you then presenting us with today?
SCULLY: Documents and interviews in support of a wide-ranging conspiracy to control a lethal bio-toxin that is, in fact, extra-terrestrial.
As she speaks, Mulder comes to stand beside her, under the auspice of handing her a file. Senator Sorenson ridicules Scully's statement.
SENATOR SORENSON: What, are we talking about little green men, here?
SCULLY: No, sir. Not at all.
MULDER: Why is this so hard to believe? When the accepted discovery of life off this planet is on the front page of every newspaper around the world? When the most conservative scientists and science journals are calling for the exploration of Mars and Jupiter? With every reason to believe that life and the persistence of it is thriving outside our own terrestrial sphere? If you cannot get past this, then I suggest this whole committee be held in contempt, for ignoring evidence that cannot be refuted.
SENATOR SORENSON: This is not why we are here today.
MULDER: Then why are we here today?!?
MR. ROMINE: I will suggest that we recess here until the evidence can be properly evaluated.
He bangs the gavel. CSM stands up in the back of the room and slinks out.
St. Petersburg, Russia
Night. Interior of Peskow's apartment. Peskow enters his apartment and stops suddenly as he notices someone sitting at the table.
PESKOW: [Please, if you are here to ask another favor, I am retired...Comrade Krycek.]
KRYCEK: [I am only here, Comrade, to congratulate you on a fine job.]
PESKOW: Harasho. [Thank you.]
Krycek is dipping a tea bag into a cup of hot water, using his new artificial hand.
Senator Sorenson's Office. He is reading over a folder, presumably the report regarding Tunguska. He holds it open and hands it over his desk to CSM. CSM, with a lit cigarette in his mouth, glances over the report, takes his cigarette out of his mouth as the ash falls onto the pages, then places the folder in what looks like a box full of other soon-to-be "forgotten" files.