3X16 Der Feind, Teil 2 (englisches Transkript)
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|Transcribed by "FMUlder"
Edited by Libby, Used with kind permission from Libby (www.chelonium.plus.com)
Pearl Harbor, Hawaii
August 19, 1953
A sailor, clearly unwell and in a hospital, is being questioned by three men.
SICK CREWMAN: The navy...wanted to hear my story. They said I owed it to the dead, to tell them the truth. I told them where to stick the truth.
The man is lying in a bed, with burns on him.
SICK CREWMAN: I'm the last man who knows what killed the men aboard that submarine, who knows it was a suicide mission but I'll burn in hell before I tell the murderers who sent us there.
MAN #1: That's why we've come here all the way from Washington, sailor, to hear your story, to make sure that justice is served.
The three young men are standing near the sick man. They are in a large room with a lot of beds, but they are all empty except for the sick man's.
MAN #1: You said that after your outburst, the X.O., Johansen, locked you up with your captain.
SICK CREWMAN: Johansen did what he had to. That's war. Some are sacrificed so that others can live.
MAN #1: You gotta get us outta here!
He shoots but is disarmed by the captain. Johansen arrives, and shuts the door.
SICK CREWMAN: V.O. But when that door shut, I knew my life, all our lives had just been sacrificed.
SANFORD: Johansen! Open this door! Open this door! Johansen!
Sanford turns back and has the oily film over his eyes.
SICK CREWMAN: V.O. For the first time, we saw the enemy who was killing us.
The crew men are afraid. One of them hits Sanford from the back with a tool, he's down. They all approach Sanford. Some oil leaks through his nose, mouth, and eyes, it leaks its way out of the room through a drain in the floor.
SICK CREWMAN: V.O. That thing was causing the slow, painful deaths.
Back To 1953
SICK CREWMAN: And I prayed one of the Japanese depth charges would finish the job.
MAN #1: You called this thing "the enemy". You're saying it was an entity of some sort?
SICK CREWMAN: The navy says we were sent to recover an A-bomb. That's why we got all these burns. Gimme a freaking break. Whatever it was, we were sent to guard it.
MAN #1: This was what exposed the crew to radiation?
SICK CREWMAN: Before it slithered away, back to where it came from, back into the sea, back into who knows what.
Man #1 is reaching to stop the recording machine, but the sick crewman grabs his hand.
SICK CREWMAN: That thing... is still down there! The navy will deny it... but you've got to make sure the truth gets out. I can trust you to do that, can't I, Mr. Mulder?
Man #1 looks at his partners. Man #3 puts a cigarette in his mouth, and lights it.
MAN #3: You can trust all of us.
Man #3 sounds exactly like the Cigarette-Smoking Man. He takes a puff and exhales.
Northeast Georgetown Medical Center
Scully arrives at the hospital, and goes to the front desk.
SCULLY: Excuse me, where can I find Walter Skinner? He was brought in with a gunshot wound.
The woman points over to Skinner's hospital room.
FULLER: Agent Scully.
SCULLY: Agent Fuller.
She walks towards him.
FULLER: This is Agent Caleca.
He indicates a female agent.
FULLER: We got a call from the D.C. police.
SCULLY: How bad is he?
FULLER: We don't know. He's been in surgery.
SCULLY: What happened?
CALECA: Looks like some hot-head drew a gun in a coffee shop. Skinner happened to be in the way.
SCULLY: What do you have on the shooter?
FULLER: We have a description from the waitress. A handgun was recovered in the parking lot, unregistered, no prints. Our guys got two partials off the cash register.
SCULLY: Hair and fiber?
FULLER: This just happened a few hours ago.
SCULLY: This is the Assistant Director who's been shot. We have to make all resources available.
Skinner is out of surgery, being wheeled by on a gurney.
SCULLY: Excuse me.
She goes to see him.
SCULLY: How is he?
She puts her hands on Skinner's.
DOCTOR: He came out of the surgery all right but he's still in a lot of pain.
They stop by an elevator. Skinner holds her hand. He whispers to her.
SKINNER: I've seen him before... the man who shot me.
The elevator arrives and Skinner is wheeled into it.
Dulles International Airport
A plane lands at night. Krycek and Mulder walk out of a car rental office, they get in the car, Krycek's on the driver's side.
MULDER: Give me the key.
KRYCEK: When we get there.
MULDER: I want to make sure we get there together, give it to me.
Krycek hands Mulder the key which has a yellow tag with C.I. 517 on it.
MULDER: What's "C.I." mean?
KRYCEK: When we get there.
Krycek turns on the engine and drives.
The Hospital. Skinner's room. Scully reads his medical chart. Fuller and Caleca enter.
FULLER: How's he doing?
SCULLY: He's on steady Demerol, he's in and out. I thought I asked for guards to be posted outside.
CALECA: We put in a request with the D.C. police.
SCULLY: This wasn't a random shooting. I want guards posted here and I want them here now!
FULLER: I think it's a matter of pulling men off something else.
SCULLY: I've heard the excuses. I don't care if you and Agent Caleca have to stand in the hallway yourself. This man has to be protected. Okay?
She walks away.
County Road 512
Mulder and Krycek's car passes by a car pulled over on the side with two people in it. It follows their car. Mulder looks back.
MULDER: We're being followed. A dark sedan with its lights off. It was parked on the shoulder about half a mile back. Speed up.
He points his gun at Krycek.
MULDER: Speed up!
Krycek speeds up, but the other car catches up, turns on its headlights and drives alongside. It smashes into the side of their car twice and then runs them off the road. Mulder's head hit the windshield, Krycek was protected by the airbag. The car reverses back. The two men approach, armed with guns. Krycek looks up. The first man opens the door.
FIRST MAN: Get out.
The second goes to Mulder's side. The first man and Krycek walk away.
FIRST MAN: Where's the digital tape?
KRYCEK: I don't have it.
The man hits him in the stomach with his gun but Krycek doesn't seem to feel a thing. The man pushes him ahead and they continue walking. The second man is about to open Mulder's door when there's a scream, and there's a big flash behind the pillar where the first man and Krycek went. The second man rushes to see what happened.
SECOND MAN: Hey, are you all right?
Mulder regains partial consciousness, sees the big flash, hears another scream, but loses consciousness again.
Scully enters Pendrell's lab.
SCULLY: I got a message you called.
PENDRELL: Good morning We found something I knew you'd want to see ASAP.
SCULLY: On the shooter?
PENDRELL: Yeah, the partial prints we pulled out of the cash register didn't add up to anything. We found saliva on Skinner's shirt that wasn't his. This is an analysis of the secretors and other hemofactors.
Scully looks at the sheet Pendrell hands her.
SCULLY: Which tells us we're looking for a male, probably in his 40s, with blood type B positive, but we already know all that from the waitress' description.
PENDRELL: There's more. We were able to chromosome-stain some of the hair fibers we picked up last night.
SCULLY: We still gotta find the guy before we can get a match.
PENDRELL: We can still run those indicators against all the suspects arrested in the D.C. area in the last couple of years.
SCULLY: That takes too much time.
But she stops and thinks.
SCULLY: You know what, run them anyway. Can I borrow this for a little while?
PENDRELL: Go ahead.
She walks out with the document. Pendrell gazes after her.
An unknown location. A man with bad burns, covered with bandages, is in observation.
DOCTOR: We picked them up last night. The burns you're looking at, they're somatic, caused by close proximity radiation exposure. Same as the French sailors aboard that salvage ship. Identical.
CIGARETTE-SMOKING MAN: What's the prognosis?
He puts a cigarette in his mouth.
DOCTOR: It's just a matter of time. This kind of absorption will have a rapid effect on cellular activity, giving rise to the onset of massive and malignant cancers.
The Cigarette-Smoking Man lights his cigarette.
CIGARETTE-SMOKING MAN: Has anyone been in to see these men?
DOCTOR: No, your orders were to isolate them.
The Cigarette-Smoking Man pulls down the bandage on the face of the sick man, who looks back at him.
DOCTOR: But I think we should get a specialist in here because, frankly, I've never seen anything like this before.
CIGARETTE-SMOKING MAN: I have.
DOCTOR: Do you know what caused this?
CIGARETTE-SMOKING MAN: Have the bodies destroyed.
He walks away.
DOCTOR: But.. but, sir...these men aren't dead yet!
CIGARETTE-SMOKING MAN: Isn't that the prognosis?
Hospital. Mulder wakes up with a bandage on his forehead. Scully is at his bed side. They exchange a smile.
MULDER: Guess I'm not dead.
SCULLY: What happened?
MULDER: Maybe you could tell me.
SCULLY: The State police found you unconscious. You were strapped in the passenger's seat of a rental car that had been driven into a ditch.
MULDER: We were run off the road by two men.
SCULLY: Who's "we"?
MULDER: He was in Hong Kong. He's got the digital tape. He's been selling information.
SCULLY: Is that what the men wanted?
MULDER: They ordered him out of the car. I thought they were going to kill him. I thought they were going to kill us both. And then there was this bright flash. That's all I remember.
SCULLY: Well it may not be the best time to tell you but, you're not the only one in the hospital. Skinner's been shot.
MULDER: What's his condition?
SCULLY: A bullet perforated his small intestine. The doctor seems to think he'll be fine.
MULDER: Who shot him?
SCULLY: I'm not sure. But I have an idea.
She opens a folder.
MULDER: What are those?
SCULLY: PCR results.
Mulder looks at them.
SCULLY: This one belongs to the man who shot Skinner.
Mulder puts the two films together, they match.
MULDER: Yeah and who's this one belong to?
SCULLY: The man who shot Melissa.
Mulder looks again, they match exactly.
46th Street, New York City
ELDER #1: You may all be wondering why I've called you here on such short notice. We've received disturbing reports from our intelligence sources.
A lot of shadowy characters are in the office, some are standing, others are sitting, one of them is the Well-Manicured Man.
ELDER #1: A French salvage vessel came into San Diego. Its crew all dying of radiation exposure. Its last given position was the site where we recovered the UFO.
WELL-MANICURED MAN: How could they have got information about that location?
ELDER #2: We haven't been able to determine that. The French government has denied any involvement.
WELL-MANICURED MAN: Well they got those coordinates somehow.
ELDER #1: It seems we have an information leak, gentleman.
WELL-MANICURED MAN: Has our associate in Washington looked into this?
ELDER #1: Apparently he has responded to the situation in a way that I don't think any of us would have anticipated.
WELL-MANICURED MAN: How do you mean?
ELDER #1: I don't have all the details yet but I've asked him to come here and explain it himself.
Hospital. Scully shows her badge to an officer posted outside Skinner's room and he lets her in.
SCULLY: Hi, how are you feeling?
SKINNER: Like someone's been inside my stomach redecorating. What have you turned up on the shooter?
SCULLY: We've determined that the man who shot you was the same man who shot my sister.
SKINNER: I bet you had to work to get that, huh?
SCULLY: Yes I did, you don't seem surprised.
SKINNER: Three men came to see me a few days ago. They warned me about pursuing your sister's murder investigation.
SCULLY: Do you realize what you're saying, sir?
SKINNER: I'm not advancing any conspiracy theory here, Scully.
SCULLY: You're saying, that they closed down my sister's case not because of lack of evidence but because they didn't want us to catch the killer.
SKINNER: You should be very careful about the accusations that you make.
SCULLY: The man who shot you.. you said that you've seen him before.
SKINNER: Several months ago. He was one of the men who attacked me in the stairway, with Krycek.
SCULLY: He was working with Krycek?
SKINNER: They're the ones who stole the digital tape from me.
SCULLY: Damn it! Krycek - Mulder had him.
SKINNER: Listen to me, anger is a luxury that you cannot afford right now. If you're angry you're gonna make a mistake, and these people will take advantage of that, you've seen how they operate.
SCULLY: I'll be ok.
She walks to the door.
SKINNER: Scully! If you can't keep your head, it's all right to step away.
SCULLY: It's exactly what they want.
Scully's Apartment. Scully is typing on her laptop computer.
SCULLY: V.O. Addendum to case number 621517. In the absence of any official response my request to have my sister's case reopened, I am now petitioning to devote full Bureau resources to the search for Alex Krycek. Since Agent Mulder's release from the hospital, we have had no success locating Krycek or the two men he described as his abductors. Personally, I believe Krycek is the key to identifying the larger forces behind the crime we are investigating. He alone can name the man who shot my sister, and explain the strange radiation deaths aboard the French salvage vessel.
X-Files Office. Scully opens the door and enters. The diving suit from the Piper Maru is there.
MULDER: It looked great on me in the store.
SCULLY: What's this doing here?
MULDER: I had it flown it from San Diego as evidence.
SCULLY: Evidence of what?
MULDER: The suit was covered in a thin film of oil, as was the French diver when I found him lying delirious on his kitchen floor.
SCULLY: What kind of oil?
MULDER: Well, from the reports I'm getting, it's the same substance that was found on the French diver's wife when she was discovered on the floor of a Hong Kong airport bathroom a few days ago.
He hands her a small vial containing black oil.
MULDER: According to the analysis, it's 50-weight diesel oil, Scully. That's the same oil that was used on World War II submarines and on P-51 Mustangs for that matter.
SCULLY: I don't understand.
MULDER: This oil is not only 50 years old, Scully, but its composition has been altered by exposure to radiation.
SCULLY: I still don't understand. How did this get onto the diver and then onto the diver's wife?
MULDER: I don't think this is just ordinary diesel oil, Scully. I think it's, uh, I think it's a medium, a medium being used by some kind of alien creature that uses it to...body jump.
SCULLY: So you're saying that this stuff has intelligence.
MULDER: I think that it came off of whatever they pulled from the bottom of the Pacific ocean. It's been waiting down there for fifty years for another host, another body to bring it up to the surface.
SCULLY: Waiting to jump into the diver and then into the diver's wife.
MULDER: And then into Krycek.
MULDER: I think that Mrs. Gauthier went to Hong Kong under the control of this thing ...
MULDER: ...to find Krycek. I know, I know how it sounds.
SCULLY: Is anybody not looking for Krycek?
MULDER: No, but I think that the 64 thousand dollar question is what is this thing looking for? And now that it's in Krycek, what does it want?
Capital Ice, skating arena. Byers skates around, then nods to Langly who takes over lookout duty. Langly also skates around and then nods to Frohike who goes to the lockers - locker #517. He unlocks it and takes out an envelope. They leave and join Mulder in his car. Frohike hands him the envelope.
FROHIKE: Nothing to it.
BYERS: You should call upon our services more often.
LANGLY: We show a talent for these G-man activities.
MULDER: You mean if I want somebody whacked on the knee with a lead pipe?
FROHIKE: Only if you want the job done right.
Mulder opens the envelope, and he finds an empty tape case.
MULDER: It's gone.
The Lone Gunmen are disappointed, so is Mulder.
An unknown location. The Cigarette-Smoking Man is having some alcohol while watching an old war movie. He puts the glass on the table near him, and reaches for his smoking cigarette on the ashtray when a digital tape is thrown on the table. The Cigarette-Smoking Man is surprised, stands and turns around, it's Krycek.
KRYCEK: Where is it?
CSM regains his composure, takes a puff of his cigarette.
CIGARETTE-SMOKING MAN: I've been expecting you.
The Hispanic Man holds a gun on Krycek's neck.
CIGARETTE-SMOKING MAN: Put that down.
He follows the order.
CIGARETTE-SMOKING MAN: I have what you want.
Krycek's eyes have the oily film again. The Cigarette-Smoking Man remains emotionless.
New York City
The Consortium's meeting room. A few shadowy figures have tea and coffee. The Cigarette-Smoking Man enters, he takes off his coat. Well-Manicured Man looks at his watch.
WELL-MANICURED MAN: You've made us wait.
CIGARETTE-SMOKING MAN: There was a weather delay on the shuttle from Washington.
WELL-MANICURED MAN: You had business there?
CIGARETTE-SMOKING MAN: Yes. You, huh, may have already heard
He puts a cigarette in his mouth.
ELDER #1: We've heard you acted on your own, and moved the salvage UFO to another location.
CIGARETTE-SMOKING MAN: These new attempts to recover it have increased our need for security.
WELL-MANICURED MAN: Who else is looking for it?
CIGARETTE-SMOKING MAN: In the event, I moved it to as a safeguard.
ELDER #1: Somebody better damn well find out how the French even knew where to look for it.
CIGARETTE-SMOKING MAN: I can assure you it will be absolutely inaccessible now.
ELDER #2: Why not bring it to Nevada, like the others?
CIGARETTE-SMOKING MAN: Leaks in security and a heightened public interest have made the base of Nevada unviable.
He looks at the Well-manicured Man.
CIGARETTE-SMOKING MAN: Is this why I was called here?
WELL-MANICURED MAN: No, we'd like an explanation about this business with the assistant director of the Bureau, Skinner.
CIGARETTE-SMOKING MAN: Random shooting, for all I know.
WELL-MANICURED MAN: They have a waitress, who has given a description of the shooter, they released a composite of his face to the press.
He hands the Cigarette- smoking man a newspaper, it's the face of the Hispanic-Man.
WELL-MANICURED MAN: One of yours, isn't he?
CIGARETTE-SMOKING MAN: I don't know what to tell you. If he did, he acted on his own.
WELL-MANICURED MAN: Good lord.
ELDER #2: This is a very serious exposure for us.
CIGARETTE-SMOKING MAN: I'll take care of it.
WELL-MANICURED MAN: My advice to you, sir, is to understand the priorities here. Get the shooter out of the country as quickly as possible. If the assistant director IDs him, our well placed operatives won't be able to stand in the way of an arrest, compromising beyond repair the secrecy of our work, and the security, as you so arrogantly assert, of our project's future.
CIGARETTE-SMOKING MAN: It'll be handled.
The Lone Gunmen's office. Frohike is wearing special glasses.
FROHIKE: I've got something here... writing. Somebody wrote on top of the package and left an impression.
MULDER: Let me see that.
Mulder looks through a magnifying lens.
BYERS: Your guys at the FBI turned a major serial murderer with a vestigial pen impression.
MULDER: It does look like something.
LANGLY: Your sci-crime guys at the Bureau have a laser there that can measure any change in a surface down to a few nanometers.
Mulder has picked up a pencil and is lightly shading over the impression.
BYERS: Actually they can lift a perfect impression using magnetic toner and a sheet of mylar. An electrostatic device is applied to the specimen, and renders the information by drawing the toner from the indentation to the mylar surface.
MULDER: Actually, it's a phone number, New York City area code 555 1012.
He gives the pencil to Frohike.
MULDER: Now don't drop that. That's a finely calibrated piece of investigative equipment. I've got to make a phone call.
Frohike is puzzled.
FROHIKE: I'll be damned.
The Well-Manicured Man is putting his coat, helped by his aide, when the phone rings. He's very surprised. The young man answers the phone. The Well-Manicured Man looks at his watch.
AIDE: Yes? No this is a private line, you must have misdialed. No there's no one here to take your call. I'm sorry I can't help you.
The Well-Manicured Man approaches and signals.
AIDE: Please hold on.
The Well-Manicured Man answers.
WELL-MANICURED MAN: Who is this?
MULDER: Who is this?
WELL-MANICURED MAN: Who gave you this number?
MULDER: You probably know. A man named Krycek.
WELL-MANICURED MAN: Alex Krycek?
MULDER: Yeah, nice guy, killed my father, you wouldn't happen to know where he is, do you?
WELL-MANICURED MAN: It's Mr. Mulder, isn't it?
MULDER: It's so nice of you to remember.
WELL-MANICURED MAN: Mr. Mulder, can we meet somewhere?
MULDER: I would love to.
WELL-MANICURED MAN: Give your phone number to my assistant, he will call you back in 5 minutes.
To the assistant.
WELL-MANICURED MAN: Tell him I'll meet him in 3 hours in Central Park, near the lighted walkway off 79th, near the reservoir. When you hang up, have this number disconnected.
The assistant takes over the phone.
FBI headquarters. Pendrell's lab.
A slide show.
FULLER: Well, we got a name to go with the face.
The slide shows the Hispanic Man.
FULLER: His name is Luis Cardinal, native of Nicaragua. School of the Americas alumni, career mercenary. Apparently impressed a lot of people with his marksmanship during the Iran contra deal.
SCULLY: I'll bet.
FULLER: That's actually the good news.
SCULLY: What do you mean?
CALECA: He entered the country without a visa or papers, as far as we can tell. We can't find anything on him, address, phone number, financials, nothing.
SCULLY: Does he have an alias?
CALECA: Several, none checked out either. In all likelihood, this guy's already out of the country.
SCULLY: Damn it. They think they can just get away with it.
FULLER: I wish I could tell you otherwise.
SCULLY: Keep looking for him.
FULLER: We pretty much exhausted our avenues.
SCULLY: What's it gonna take?
CALECA: At this point? Other than a sign from God?
SCULLY: I've seen stranger things, believe me.
PENDRELL: I believe she has.
Night. Mulder is waiting. The Well-Manicured Man finally shows up. Mulder walks over to him.
WELL-MANICURED MAN: I trust we're alone.
MULDER: We're all alone in New York City, sir.
WELL-MANICURED MAN: You're looking for Alex Krycek, to kill him, in revenge. What makes you think we haven't done that already?
MULDER: What for?
WELL-MANICURED MAN: Tell me what you know and I'll consider giving you Krycek.
MULDER: No, you answer a few questions for me first, like what was pulled off the bottom of the Pacific ocean.
WELL-MANICURED MAN: It was a UFO, a so called foo-fighter, downed by American fighter pilots in the 2nd World War.
MULDER: Left there until now?
WELL-MANICURED MAN: There were salvage attempts. A US sub was sent in 50 years ago, but there were complications.
MULDER: Almost the entire crew died.
WELL-MANICURED MAN: Yes. It's still a mystery.
MULDER: A mystery to whom?
WELL-MANICURED MAN: The cover story said it was the third A-bomb bound for Japan, but the truth is, no one knows what killed that crew.
MULDER: I know.
WELL-MANICURED MAN: Do you now?
MULDER: You give me Krycek and I will tell you.
WELL-MANICURED MAN: Mr. Mulder, I've given you so much this evening. You offered me next to nothing in return.
MULDER: You haven't told me anything I didn't already know.
WELL-MANICURED MAN: I'm curious, if you've encountered Krycek, why didn't you kill him then?
MULDER: 'Cause he has the tape.
WELL-MANICURED MAN: Ahh yes. The tape .
MULDER: The tape he's been selling those secrets off.
The Well-Manicured Man is surprised.
MULDER: You don't know where he is either, do you?
The Well-Manicured man smiles.
MULDER: You're looking for him too.
WELL-MANICURED MAN: Mr. Mulder, everyone can be gotten to. Certainly you've no doubt of that.
Mulder walks away.
WELL-MANICURED MAN: Mr. Mulder?
Elsewhere. The phone rings, Scully answers.
MULDER: Scully, it's me.
Mulder's calling from his cell phone as he walks away from the Well-Manicured Man.
MULDER: The two guards you had posted outside of Skinner's room, are they still there?
SCULLY: They should be, why?
MULDER: I want you to get down there and double check for me, ok?
SCULLY: I got it covered, Mulder.
MULDER: Just get down there and check, ok?
Hospital. Scully gets out of the elevator and sees no sign of the guard.
SCULLY: Nurse, what happened to the guards who were outside this room?
NURSE: They've left.
SCULLY: Where did they go?
She opens the door to Skinner's room and sees the bed is empty.
SCULLY: And what happened to the man who was in this room?
NURSE: Mr. Skinner is no longer a patient here.
SCULLY: Where is he?
NURSE: Well, the orderlies were here a few moments ago, and they took him away.
SCULLY: Where did they take him?
NURSE: To another hospital, the ambulance must have just left.
SCULLY: Thank you.
Scully catches up with the ambulance which has stopped at traffic lights. She shows her badge.
SCULLY: I'm with the FBI, are you transporting a Walter Skinner?
DRIVER: Yeah, is there something wrong?
SCULLY: No, everything is fine, I'm just gonna ride with you the rest of the way, ok?
She gets in the back of the ambulance.
SKINNER: Agent Scully, what are you doing here?
SCULLY: I just wanted to make sure you got where you were going safely.
The ambulance moves off, then stops at another red light. Scully senses there's something wrong. Although the vehicle has stopped, it's still rocking and the saline drip is moving from side to side.
SKINNER: What is it, Scully?
SCULLY: Just lie still.
She stands and draws her gun. She is about to open the door, when the Hispanic Man wrenches it open, fires but misses. He runs away now, and Scully chases him. The Hispanic Man is hit by a car, but he gets up and continues running. He runs into an alley. He eventually stumbles and falls.
SCULLY: Federal agent! Stop right there!
SCULLY: Are you Luis Cardinal?! Are you Luis Cardinal?!
SCULLY: Are you the man that shot my sister?!
CARDINAL: Don't kill me, please.
SCULLY: You shot my sister!
CARDINAL: Please I can tell you.
SCULLY: Tell me!
CARDINAL: I can tell you.
SCULLY: Tell me!
CARDINAL: I can tell you what you want, you want Krycek, I can tell you where he is. Please, please don't shoot me.
Sirens wailing, cop cars arrive.
OFFICER: Drop the gun! Put the gun down! Put it down now!
Scully shows her badge.
OFFICER: Don't move.
Cardinal is arrested. Scully has tears in her eyes.
Mulder's in a car, looking through the glove compartment. His cell phone rings.
MULDER: Yeah, Mulder.
SCULLY: Mulder it's me, where are you?
MULDER: At the airport in New York.
SCULLY: What are you doing?
MULDER: I'm looking for my rental car agreement.
SCULLY: What are you doing in New York?
MULDER: I'll tell you when I see you.
SCULLY: Mulder, your instincts were right about Skinner. We just arrested a man for what looks like attempted murder.
SCULLY: It's him, Mulder, the man who shot my sister.
SCULLY: Mulder listen to me, he said he knows where Krycek is. I don't know if this makes any sense to you, but he says he's headed towards an abandoned missile site somewhere in North Dakota.
MULDER: I want you to meet me at the DC airport in an hour. I want you to get two tickets on the first flight for North Dakota.
SCULLY: What's in North Dakota?
MULDER: The salvaged UFO.
Black Crow, North Dakota
Mulder and Scully arrive at the site. They get out of the car.
SCULLY: There must be 200 silos out here. If I'm correct they were all filled with concrete in accord with the disarmament treaty when the base was decommissioned.
MULDER: I didn't sign any disarmament treaty.
They draw their guns and enter the first underground bunker. The door's lock has been broken. It's dark in there, they both have their flashlights.
They've descended to the bottom of the bunker.
SCULLY: My ears are still popping.
MULDER: We're eight stories down.
They walk along a corridor until they reach a door with a radiation hazard sticker. Mulder opens the door. They're inside the silo, which is empty.
SCULLY: Where's the concrete?
MULDER: Apparently, nobody else signed that treaty either.
SCULLY: One down, 199 silos to go.
They go on searching through tunnels.
MULDER: These tunnels must go on for miles.
There's a noise. Mulder and Scully switch off their flashlights. They go in another way and find men on the floor, all with burns.
MULDER: He's here.
The lights are turned on. Armed operatives arrive.
SOLDIER: Hold it right there!
Mulder and Scully run.
Mulder and Scully continue running, but they are cornered.
SOLDIER: Hands in the air! Come on! Come on!
Their guns are taken away, and they are escorted away from a red isolation door marked with the numbers 1013 on it. Outside, the Cigarette-Smoking Man arrives, as the FBI agents get out.
MULDER: He's here. You led him here, didn't you?
CIGARETTE-SMOKING MAN: There's nothing here but holes in the ground, Mr. Mulder.
MULDER: Why are you here? Why all these men?
CIGARETTE-SMOKING MAN: I don't owe you any answers.
MULDER: The UFO's here. That's what Krycek's after, isn't it?
CIGARETTE-SMOKING MAN: Krycek? Alex Krycek disappeared 5 months ago.
SCULLY: We saw bodies in there.
Mulder and Scully are hustled away as Cigarette-Smoking Man returns to the building.
SCULLY: Men with radiation burns!
CIGARETTE-SMOKING MAN: You saw nothing.
He enters the silo.
MULDER: You won't get away with this! You can't bury the truth!
Mulder and Scully are both taken away in a blue van.
In the silo, the Cigarette-Smoking Man looks at the men with burns.
CIGARETTE-SMOKING MAN: Take these away.
He walks towards the door with 1013 on it, lights a cigarette, takes a puff, and leaves. Through the little window of the 1013 red door, Krycek can be seen. He's in agony. He is spitting oil out, oil which is also leaking through his eyes and his nose. He's kneeling on a triangular UFO. As the oil leaks its way inside the UFO, Krycek is horrified with what he sees.
Mulder is writing at his desk. There's a knock on the door.
Skinner walks in, using a cane.
SKINNER: Agent Mulder.
Mulder stands up and shakes Skinner's hand and helps him to a chair.
MULDER: Sir, I didn't expect you back to work for a few weeks.
SKINNER: I was looking for Agent Scully, there was something I wanted to talk to her about, thank you.
MULDER: Actually I wanted to talk to you, I wanted to thank you for everything you did.
SKINNER: You mean getting a shot in the gut?
MULDER: You got shot because you stood up to these people.
SKINNER: I think you're proceeding from a mistaken impression. What I did, I did because it's my job.
MULDER: From what I understand, you put your job and your life on the line for Scully.
SKINNER: This isn't my crusade, Agent Mulder. A woman was murdered, I mistakenly thought that we could bring the man who committed that crime to justice.
MULDER: What do you mean mistakenly?
SKINNER: This is what I need to talk to Scully about.
Scully's walking in a cemetery, carrying a bouquet of flowers. She puts them before a tombstone saying: Melissa Scully, beloved sister and daughter, 1962-1995. Mulder arrives by car, carrying flowers too. He walks up to her, touches her on the shoulder and places his flowers by the headstone.
SCULLY: I was just thinking about something that a man said to me. That the... that the dead speak to us from beyond the grave, that that what's conscience is.
MULDER: That's interesting, I never thought of it that way.
SCULLY: You know I thought... when we found him, this man that killed Melissa, that... that when we brought him to justice, I would feel some kind of closure. But the truth is, no court, no punishment is ever enough.
MULDER: I came here to tell you something, Scully.
They start walking away.
MULDER: There may be some justice, just not the kind you're looking for.
SCULLY: What are you talking about?
MULDER: They found this man, Luis Cardinal, dead in his cell.
MULDER: They made it look like a suicide. The men he worked for couldn't take the chance that he point his finger at them.
SCULLY: And what about Krycek?
MULDER: Oh, he was there. I know that.
SCULLY: You think they got to him too.
MULDER: I don't know, but if they haven't, they will. I doubt it'll weigh on their consciences though.
SCULLY: I think the dead are speaking to us, Mulder. Demanding justice. Maybe that man was right. Maybe we bury the dead alive.
Back in the silo. Krycek is banging at the door, the UFO's still there, behind him. He yells and screams for help but there's no-one to hear him.