4X21 Der Pakt mit dem Teufel (englisches Transkript)
| Transcribed by Dave Fox
Edited by Libby, Used with kind permission from Libby (www.chelonium.plus.com)
Two postal workers, Jane and Misty, are scanning and sorting packages.
JANE BRODY: Cover for me in case dork-face comes back around, will you?
MISTY: Where you going?
JANE BRODY: I need a cigarette.
MISTY: You had one 15 minutes ago.
JANE BRODY: 45 minutes.
MISTY: Why don't you get yourself one of those patches or that gum?
Jane shows the chewing gum between her teeth.
JANE BRODY: What do you think I'm chewing?
MISTY: Then maybe you should just quit. Ever think of that?
JANE BRODY: Look. Just cover for me, OK? Tell her I've got a stomach bug or something.
She walks away from the line and enters the bathroom, where another employee is at the sink. She enters a stall, closes the door and gets out a cigarette. After the other employee leaves, she sits, lights the cigarette and reads a magazine. Several bees start coming out of the sink drain. Moments later, there are thousands of bees on the sink, the floor and the walls of the stalls. When Jane lowers the magazine, stands, and drops her cigarette to step on it, she sees many bees on the floor and door and gasps. The bees swarm around her. As she tries to swat them away, she knocks the door of the stall open. The bees continue to swarm, and she falls against the back wall.
Out on the line, Misty's supervisor walks by. Misty becomes impatient and heads to the bathroom and opens the door.
MISTY: Jane! Come on, you're gonna get in trouble!
There is no response and she enters. There are no bees.
She looks beneath the stall walls and sees a smoldering cigarette in the last stall. She opens the door.
MISTY: Hey, Jane ...
She sees Jane slumped against the back wall. Her face is red and swollen, and there are welts all over her arms and face. She appears dead. Misty screams.
A photograph of Jane's body in the stall is being viewed on a computer. Skinner is at the keyboard. As he types, a window appears on the screen that says 'You have chosen files currently open. Delete all?' He selects yes and turns off the computer. As he walks away, Fox Mulder's nameplate is seen on the desk as well as other familiar features from Mulder's office.
In his apartment, Skinner, wearing all black, takes his phone off the hook and leaves carrying a satchel.
Later, he peels off a sticker that says 'Do not enter, Office of the Audrey County Coroner' from the ladies room door of the Routing Center. It is after hours, and he enters the stall where Jane was attacked. He picks up the cigarette from the floor and flushes it down the toilet. He scrapes up debris from the floor and gathers it with a portable vacuum. Wearing latex gloves, he sprays something on the tiles and then scrubs the floor as well as the mirror. He stares at his face in the mirror for a moment. He sees an orange substance where the wall meets the ceiling and sniffs it, then cleans it up.
Audrey County Morgue
Skinner picks a lock and enters. He finds where Jane Brody's body is stored, opens the vault and slides her body out. At the security desk, a guard hears a thump and goes to investigate, while Skinner is wrapping Jane's body in a sheet. The guard unlocks the door to the morgue and hits the light switch but the lights do not come on. He walks across the room and tries another switch and the lights come on, but there is no one there. Skinner, with Jane's body over his shoulder, is hiding in a small room off the main room. Once the guard leaves, Skinner comes out.
A car pulls up to an industrial plant. Skinner, still carrying Jane's body, goes up a freight elevator. He gets off and goes up a metal staircase. At the top, he sets the body down and opens the door to an incinerator. He picks up the body, shoves it into the flames and closes the incinerator door.
Police Forensic Lab
Skinner, still dressed in dark clothes and now wearing a baseball cap, talks with an officer at the counter.
OFFICER ROBBINS: Brody, Jane L. Yeah, we've got the pathologist's work, but the, uh, techs haven't been over the crime scene yet.
SKINNER: Let me see what you've got.
OFFICER ROBBINS: Your name?
Skinner shows an FBI badge.
SKINNER: Special Agent Fox Mulder.
OFFICER ROBBINS: Working the late shift, Agent Mulder?
SKINNER: Yeah. Somebody's got to.
OFFICER ROBBINS: You need to sign that.
Skinner signs the log while the officer fetches a plastic tray with compartments holding a variety of samples. Jane Brody's name is on the label of the tray. The officer sets it on the counter and walks away. Skinner checks to be sure that no one is watching, and he removes a vial of blood and replaces it with another one, which he handles with a handkerchief. He then wipes the pen that he used to sign the log with the same handkerchief. The log shows Fox Mulder's name.
SKINNER: I'm all set here.
The officer returns to the counter.
OFFICER ROBBINS: Finished?
SKINNER: Yeah. Thanks.
OFFICER ROBBINS: No problem.
Outside, Skinner walks across the parking lot. As he stops to stuff the vial of blood into a dumpster, a man calls and runs across the parking lot to see him.
DETECTIVE THOMAS: Agent Mulder! I'm glad I caught you.
SKINNER: Who are you?
DETECTIVE THOMAS: Detective Thomas.
Skinner doesn't respond.
DETECTIVE THOMAS: Ray Thomas. I'm the one who contacted you, who e-mailed the pictures to your office.
Skinner now nods.
DETECTIVE THOMAS: I ran into Officer Robbins. He said you'd come down here to take a look at some of the forensic evidence.
SKINNER: Yeah, that's right.
Skinner continues across the lot, with Thomas walking with him.
DETECTIVE THOMAS: So ... does that mean you think you found something here, something worth looking into?
SKINNER: I'm afraid not.
The detective is surprised.
DETECTIVE THOMAS: No?
SKINNER: I didn't find anything to recommend my further involvement in this case.
DETECTIVE THOMAS: What about the woman? How do you explain what happened to her? She walks into a bathroom, a minute later, she turns up ... You saw the pictures!
Skinner has reached his car and stops.
SKINNER: I saw them.
DETECTIVE THOMAS: I was told you were part of something called the X-Files, you'd look into stuff like this. So if there's really nothing to this, why come all the way down here in the middle of the night?
SKINNER: I'm just doing my job, Detective, same as you.
Skinner gets into his car, leaving a surprised Thomas standing there. As he drives off, the Gray-Haired Man watches from a nearby car.
Back in his apartment, Skinner sheds the dark pants and shirt and stuffs them into a trash bag. Moments later, he comes down dressed normally, puts the phone back on the hook, picks up the trash bag and opens his door to find Mulder walking toward it.
MULDER: Oh, you are home.
SKINNER: Yeah. What are you doing here?
MULDER: I was trying to reach you. I think your phone's off the hook.
SKINNER: Uh, I needed some sleep.
Mulder notices the trash bag.
MULDER: Is that why you're taking the garbage out at four in the morning?
SKINNER: What do you want, Agent Mulder?
MULDER: I want some answers.
He walks in. Skinner closes the door.
MULDER: The unexplained death of a postal worker that somebody is apparently going to great lengths to keep unexplained.
He hands Skinner something.
MULDER: These photos were sent to me by a detective who thought I might have a fresh take on the case, but when I went to retrieve them from my e-mail, somebody had hollowed out the files.
SKINNER: Then where'd you get them?
MULDER: From his partner.
MULDER: After he finished questioning me about the detective's death.
SKINNER: What, what are you talking about?
MULDER: He was killed, shot in the head execution-style. His body was found near the precinct two hours ago ... possibly by the same person who forged my name to gain access to evidence from the forensics lab.
SKINNER: What do you want from me?
MULDER: Well, I'd like your help on this, sir.
SKINNER: What about Agent Scully?
MULDER: Agent Scully is in the hospital.
SKINNER: Has something happened that I should know about?
MULDER: She's undergoing some imaging tests. Her, uh, her oncologist was concerned about some microscopy results that, uh, her tumor may be metastasizing. Anyway, I, I'd like you to take a look at those photos, please.
SKINNER: Yeah, I will, first thing in the morning.
Mulder looks at the trash bag.
MULDER: Want me to, uh, dump this on my way out?
SKINNER: No, I got it.
MULDER: All right.
Mulder leaves. Skinner looks puzzled, sighs and closes his eyes.
Later, Skinner walks into the parking garage and looks around. Moments later, a car comes squealing around the corner and speeds right up to him. The Cigarette Smoking Man is in the passenger seat, while the Gray-haired Man is driving. CSM steps out of the car.
SKINNER: Was it you? Did you pull the trigger, or did you have him...
Pointing at the Gray-haired Man.
SKINNER: ...do it for you?
CSM: I'm not here to answer your questions.
As he approaches, Skinner grabs CSM by the shirt. He is angry.
SKINNER: You murdered him! You killed an officer of the law!
CSM remains calm.
CSM: I suggest you keep your voice down, Mr. Skinner, unless you want your neighbors to know the hours and the company you keep.
Skinner releases him.
SKINNER: I won't be a party to murder.
CSM: I wouldn't get too comfortable on your moral high ground, Mr. Skinner. This only happened because you left your job unfinished.
SKINNER: I handled him just like I've handled everything else you've asked me to do. I followed your instructions.
CSM: You failed to neutralize a potentially compromising situation.
SKINNER: You didn't have to kill him. He didn't have to die.
CSM: You're in no position to question the terms of our arrangement.
SKINNER: Then we have no arrangement.
Skinner walks away.
CSM: You'll find it's not that easy to walk away from, Mr. Skinner.
CSM: A man digs a hole, he risks falling into it.
Skinner stares at him and then the Gray-haired Man, then walks away. CSM drops his cigarette and steps on it.
Skinner is sitting back on his sofa, dozing. The phone rings and he awakens and answers it.
MULDER: Her body's gone, sir.
Mulder is calling from the morgue.
SKINNER: What are you talking about?
MULDER: The postal worker in the photos that I gave you. Her body was stolen from the morgue last night, along with any other evidence that might explain how or why she died.
SKINNER: Slow down, Agent Mulder.
MULDER: I'm sorry, but I can't. I'm playing catch-up here, and I'm already two steps behind. The man who impersonated me at the forensics lab last night, apparently he replaced a blood sample.
SKINNER: How do you know?
MULDER: I had them run a test. The blood sample in the police forensics lab is B-positive, as is the postal worker's, but she suffered from a mild form of anemia characterized by a folic acid deficiency. The blood sample at the police forensics lab has a normal folate serum level.
Skinner looks like he has a headache, then appears to say a naughty word to himself.
SKINNER: Are there any suspects?
MULDER: No, but I do have a place to start. The gun that killed Detective Thomas - ballistics has identified it as a Sig-Sauer P228.
Skinner walks across the room to his desk.
MULDER: I'm having ballistics run comps on all weapons registered to federal agents and, uh, local officers.
Skinner sees that his desk drawer has been pried open and that his gun is missing. He picks up the empty holster.
SKINNER: Let me know what they find.
MULDER: I will.
They hang up and Skinner throws down the holster in disgust.
The phone in CSM's home rings and he answers.
SKINNER: You can't do this!
Skinner is calling from his home.
CSM: You sound agitated, Mr. Skinner.
SKINNER: Was it my gun?
CSM: Your gun?
SKINNER: Used to kill the detective?
CSM: Well, if it was, I'd think you'd want to report it to the police immediately.
SKINNER: Oh, don't think I won't.
CSM: Then why are you calling me? Perhaps because you realize that you'd be admitting to the obstruction of justice, criminal conspiracy, and destruction of evidence? The consequences could be very serious for you, even in the unlikely event that you were able to persuade the authorities that you didn't kill the detective.
SKINNER: What did you have me cover up?
CSM: I think the less you know the better, under the circumstances.
SKINNER: I need to know what that man died for.
CSM: He died for you, Mr. Skinner. He died so you could have what you wanted - a cure for Agent Scully. Isn't that what you want?
SKINNER: Agent Scully is in the hospital. If you can do anything for her, I want it done now.
CSM: I'm fully aware of Agent Scully's progress.
SKINNER: If anything happens to her, I will expose you. I'll turn state's evidence. I don't care what happens to me.
CSM: Agent Scully stands to live a long and healthy life. I would hope the same for you, Mr. Skinner.
CSM hangs up.
At the Routing Center, Skinner is walking with Jane's supervisor. They pass Misty, who is working on the line. She watches the supervisor take Skinner into the ladies room where Jane died.
SUPERVISOR: Police said we could put the bathroom back in service. But the truth is, no one wants to use it. Not after what happened yesterday. You mind my asking what you're looking for?
Skinner has stepped onto the sink and is feeling along where the wall meets the ceiling. He finds a small amount of the same orange substance that he found the previous night.
SKINNER: I need a hammer.
Shortly afterward, Skinner tears into the sheetrock with a hammer. Behind it, he finds large quantities of the orange substance as well as a honeycomb.
Skinner is at the residence / office of Dr. Valedespino. He has brought a jar containing the honeycomb.
DR. VALEDESPINO: Is there any reason you're not running this through the FBI lab?
SKINNER: Uh, this evidence is classified. We've had some controversy over security at the Bureau. I'd appreciate your discretion.
Valedespino looks at the honeycomb.
DR. VALEDESPINO: Oh, certainly.
SKINNER: Can you tell what kind of bees made that?
DR. VALEDESPINO: Uh, it's hard to tell with just the comb, but I might be able to give you an answer.
SKINNER: If I told you there was a chance that the bees that made that could be lethal, would that be helpful?
Valedespino has opened the jar and is poking the comb with tweezers.
DR. VALEDESPINO: Any kind of bee can be lethal, provided you get stung by enough of them. Even Africanized honey bees, the so-called killer bees, basically have the same venom as the European honey bee. It's just that they tend to attack in swarms. Ah, we may be in luck.
SKINNER: What is it?
DR. VALEDESPINO: Royal jelly, a highly nutritious secretion of the honey bees' pharyngeal gland. It's fed to the very young larvae in the colony. Here, see for yourself.
He shows Skinner a larva under a magnifying glass.
SKINNER: Is that going to hatch?
DR. VALEDESPINO: Once they pupate, I should be able to give you some definitive answers.
SKINNER: The minute you learn something, I'd appreciate a call.
Skinner starts to leave.
DR. VALEDESPINO: Is this related to that other case? If you don't mind me asking.
SKINNER: What other case?
DR. VALEDESPINO: I got a call from another agent about six months ago asking me all about killer bees.
SKINNER: Who was it?
DR. VALEDESPINO: Uh, the name was Fox Mulder. I wonder if there's any connection?
DR. VALEDESPINO: Anyway, I'll call you.
Skinner is alone in Mulder's office, going through his files. He opens a folder and sees photos of an agricultural complex and a bee and reads a note referring to ground reconnaissance and 'no evidence found of bee hives'. The name on the note is 'Marita Covarrubias, Special Assistant to the Secretary General of the United Nations'. (This file is from the episode 'Herrenvolk', 4X01.) He replaces the folder and goes to Mulder's desk, looking through his Roladex and finding a card for Marita Covarrubias. He gets a piece of scrap paper and is writing down the information when Mulder appears in the doorway.
MULDER: Sir? You looking for me?
SKINNER: Uh, I was just writing you a note. Where've you been?
MULDER: First Nations Bank of Virginia.
Mulder shows him a pair of grainy photos showing the parking lot outside the Desmond Police Forensic Lab. One of the photos shows two men talking next to a car. One is wearing a baseball hat.
SKINNER: What am I looking at?
MULDER: The bank is adjacent to the police headquarters where the detective was killed. Their parking lot surveillance camera caught this image. That man there - that's Detective Thomas. This man in the baseball hat - he was identified by the officer on duty at the forensics lab as 'Agent Mulder'.
SKINNER: Can you get a usable image of this?
MULDER: I'm gonna hand deliver it to Special Photo right now. What did you want to talk to me about? You were writing me a note.
SKINNER: I was, uh, I was just checking on your progress.
Skinner walks away. Mulder looks slightly puzzled.
Skinner is phoning from his office.
SKINNER: Miss Covarrubias? This is Walter Skinner. I'm an Assistant Director here at the FBI.
MARITA COVARRUBIAS: Yes?
Marita Covarrubias is in her office.
SKINNER: I was hoping you could help me. I understand Agent Fox Mulder has been in contact with you about a project.
MARITA COVARRUBIAS: A project?
SKINNER: A Canadian agricultural project involving bees and bee husbandry.
MARITA COVARRUBIAS: Yes, but, I wasn't able to give him any information.
SKINNER: Why was that?
MARITA COVARRUBIAS: The project he cited turned up no viable evidence.
SKINNER: Evidence of what?
MARITA COVARRUBIAS: Bee hives ... or bee husbandry.
SKINNER: What if I told you I had access to that evidence?
MARITA COVARRUBIAS: You have access to these bees?
SKINNER: I may, soon. Very soon.
Dr. Valedespino enters his laboratory. He tries the light switch but it doesn't work. As he walks in, he doesn't notice that there are hundreds of bees overhead. He walks to his lab bench and inspects his experiment, but he finds that the mesh screen over the sample has been breached. He shines a lamp toward the window and sees the bees. The bees attack and he falls over his desk, screaming. He struggles to swat them away, moving to his window. Covered by bees, he pounds on the glass.
Skinner enters a morgue to meet Mulder.
SKINNER: Agent Mulder?
MULDER: Thanks for getting down here so quickly.
SKINNER: What is it?
MULDER: A break. Maybe even a lead.
He uncovers Valedespino's body, which is covered with gray discolorations.
MULDER: I wanted you to get a look at this body before somebody tried to steal it. See these pocks and blisters? They're the same as we saw in the photo of the deceased postal worker.
SKINNER: Symptoms of what?
MULDER: Smallpox. The first reported case in over seven years.
MULDER: According to the coroner, an especially virulent strain caused by a mutated variola virus.
SKINNER: Caused how? I mean, how could this man have contracted a disease that doesn't even exist anymore?
MULDER: From these.
Mulder hands him a small bottle partially filled with a clear liquid and containing some solids.
SKINNER: What are they?
MULDER: Bee stingers and venom sacs recovered subcutaneously from the victim's face, arm and neck.
SKINNER: You're saying this man was stung by bees carrying smallpox?
MULDER: He was a forensic entomologist. I consulted with him several months ago about a similar fatality.
SKINNER: Then you've seen this before?
MULDER: Yeah, but I've never had any hard evidence. Not until now. I think that's what somebody's gone to great lengths to try to prevent.
MULDER: I can only guess. But I think that somebody is trying to engineer a method of delivery ... for a disease that has killed more people throughout history than any other contagion known to humankind. If you want me to suggest an appropriate response ...
SKINNER: Can they be stopped?
MULDER: How can we stop them? We don't even know who these people are, and we won't until we know the identity of that shooter.
SKINNER: How close are you?
MULDER: Hopefully, very. I've got one of the photo techs pulling an all-nighter on that surveillance video so he can show me something this morning. I told him that you'd authorize the overtime.
SKINNER: Of course.
MULDER: I'm going to go over there right now.
SKINNER: Tell me what you find.
In the break room at the Routing Center, Misty is getting a snack when Skinner approaches her.
SKINNER: Misty Nagata?
He flashes his FBI badge.
SKINNER: My name is Walter Skinner.
MISTY: I was just getting up. They only give us a 10-minute break, and my supervisor's pretty strict.
SKINNER: I need to talk to you, Misty. About your co-worker.
MISTY: If this is about what happened to Jane, I already told the police everything I know.
Misty pauses, then answers quietly.
MISTY: I don't want to lose my job.
SKINNER: You're not going to lose anything. I'm asking you to cooperate in a criminal investigation.
MISTY: Jane? What do you mean?
SKINNER: Jane's death may not have been an accident.
MISTY: She was my best friend.
SKINNER: I'm sorry.
MISTY: We worked it out so that our vacations overlapped. We were going to Palm Beach. Both of us were trying to lose weight so we could buy new bathing suits. The men who came here - they said if I talked to anyone, I'd lose my job.
SKINNER: Did these men say who they were?
MISTY: No, and I didn't ask. They just wanted the package.
SKINNER: What package?
MISTY: Damaged packages are routed here for inspection before they get reshipped.
SKINNER: The place where these damaged packages are kept - how close is it to the restroom where you found Jane?
MISTY: It's just the next door down the hall. They've got a storage room.
SKINNER: The damaged package that they wanted - do you remember where it was being sent?
MISTY: No, not off-hand.
SKINNER: Is there any way of finding out?
MISTY: I can look up the tracking number.
SKINNER: That would be a big help to me, Misty. And maybe to Jane.
FBI Special Photography Unit --- Mulder stands behind a photo tech who has been working on the surveillance tape.
PHOTO TECH: We went through every inch of that tape to find the best angle for identification purposes. Now remember it was videotape, shot at a distance under extreme low light.
MULDER: So this is the best you can do?
PHOTO TECH: It's better than I thought it would be, believe me. I tried every trick that ...
MULDER: I'm not trying to be difficult. It's just this is very important to me. I need to be sure.
As the image on the screen becomes clearer, Mulder recognizes Skinner in the photograph. He is stunned. His jaw drops and he puts his hand over his mouth for a moment. He speaks in a somewhat shaky voice.
MULDER: I need you to print out a hardcopy of that for me.
At a syndicate gathering, CSM shows a small jar containing a single bee.
CSM: This is the last remaining specimen. The bees from the scientist's house have been contained and destroyed.
1ST ELDER: And the body?
CSM: It also has been sanitized.
1ST ELDER: How did this happen?
CSM: It's been taken care of. The details are unimportant.
1ST ELDER: Details are everything. Much more important than your vague assurances.
CSM: Well, you'll have to trust my assurance that any other breaches have been handled.
1ST ELDER: Handled by whom?
CSM: I have a man in place. A man with no other choice but to succeed.
1ST ELDER: What assurance can you give us that he can be trusted?
2ND ELDER: We can't risk even the slightest exposure.
CSM: He has nothing to expose ... except his own duplicity.
1ST ELDER: Should we assume that the trial run is proceeding as planned?
CSM: It's already begun.
J.F.K. Elementary School
Payson, South Carolina
Young children are playing on the playground. As the kids are swinging on bars, a bee flies above them.
DAVID: Hey, it's my turn!
BILLY: No, it isn't!
He starts swinging across but drops from the bar halfway across.
BILLY: Ow. Ow.
Billy is on his knees rubbing his hand. David comes to look then shouts.
DAVID: Ms. Kemper! Billy got stung by a bee!
Ms. Kemper is tending to another girl who appears to have been stung on the leg. Two other girls run toward her as well.
YOUNG GIRL: Ms. Kemper!
As Ms. Kemper stands, she sees several bees around her. Many children are now screaming.
MS. KEMPER: Everyone get inside! Everyone inside! Move it! Move it! Come on!
The kids are all running toward the school. David trips and his glasses fall off in front of him. Ms. Kemper looks back and sees him left on the playground. She rushes back to him.
MS. KEMPER: Oh, my God! David!
David finds his glasses and gets to his feet just as she reaches him. She pushes him toward the school.
MS. KEMPER: Quick! Run!
The bees swarm around her. David gets inside the school and turns to see Ms. Kemper fall to the ground. She screams and writhes in pain on the ground as the bees cover her.
Payson Community Hospital
A nurse removes the breathing mask from David and his mother kisses him before the nurse pulls the sheet over his head. The ward is full of other children being treated. Skinner enters and approaches a doctor.
SKINNER: Dr. Linzer? My name's Walter Skinner.
He flashes his badge.
SKINNER: The administration office informed me you're overseeing the treatment of these children.
The doctor walks away.
DR. LINZER: Yes.
SKINNER: I think you'll want to hear me out.
DR. LINZER: I'm right in the middle of it.
SKINNER: You've been treating these children for bee stings. You've misdiagnosed them.
DR. LINZER: Then what should I be treating them for?
DR. LINZER: Is this a joke?
SKINNER: Every child in this town who hasn't already been infected needs to be vaccinated immediately.
DR. LINZER: We don't vaccinate kids against smallpox anymore because there is no smallpox.
SKINNER: Run whatever tests you need if you don't believe me.
DR. LINZER: I don't need to run any tests. Smallpox has an 8-day incubation period, and these kids were stung just a few hours ago. How do you reconcile that?
SKINNER: I can't.
Linzer sees several military personnel entering.
DR. LINZER: Let me know when you come up with an answer.
He walks away.
DR. LINZER: In the meantime, I've got things to do.
SKINNER: Doctor ...
MARITA COVARRUBIAS: Mr. Skinner?
Marita walks toward him.
SKINNER: How do you know who I am?
MARITA COVARRUBIAS: Because you contacted me. I'm Marita Covarrubias.
SKINNER: What are you doing here?
MARITA COVARRUBIAS: Your call about those bees prompted me to make some inquiries.
SKINNER: Into what?
MARITA COVARRUBIAS: Seven packages that were sent from Canada to a PO box in Peyson, South Carolina. I came here to find out what was in those packages.
Skinner looks around the ward.
SKINNER: You're a little late to do anything about it.
MARITA COVARRUBIAS: So are you, apparently. What brought you here?
He doesn't respond.
MARITA COVARRUBIAS: You came to me for information, Mr. Skinner, but you still haven't told me what you know about this. My office has to answer to the Secretary General of the United Nations. This is a very serious matter. I need to know what's going on.
SKINNER: I think it's some kind of experiment.
MARITA COVARRUBIAS: An experiment?
SKINNER: Using bees as carriers.
MARITA COVARRUBIAS: That's what was in those packages?
Skinner doesn't answer. Marita looks around at the sick children.
MARITA COVARRUBIAS: Have you told Agent Mulder this?
SKINNER: Not yet.
MARITA COVARRUBIAS: Why not?
SKINNER: I can't.
MARITA COVARRUBIAS: Why?
He doesn't respond and looks away.
MARITA COVARRUBIAS: Are you involved in this, Mr. Skinner?
SKINNER: I didn't ... No, I'm not involved.
MARITA COVARRUBIAS: Then what are you doing here? What aren't you telling me, Mr. Skinner?
MARITA COVARRUBIAS: If you know who's behind this, you have to come forward, Mr. Skinner. No one else can.
Skinner returns to his home, picks up the phone and starts to dial. He sees that his desk drawer is ajar and hangs up. He opens the drawer and picks up his holster, finding that his gun has returned. Mulder steps in, with his gun aimed at Skinner.
MULDER: Put the gun down and move away from the desk.
SKINNER: I was just calling ...
MULDER: I said put the gun down!
Mulder cocks the hammer of his gun. Skinner puts down his holster.
SKINNER: You don't understand.
MULDER: No. I do now.
SKINNER: No you don't.
MULDER: Is that the gun you used to shoot the detective?
MULDER: How's it feel to shoot an innocent man in the head?
SKINNER: I didn't kill that man!
MULDER: You're a liar! You've been working with the Smoking Man all along. You knew when he had my father killed, and you knew when they took Scully.
SKINNER: Listen to me!
MULDER: I've heard enough of you.
SKINNER: He set me up! He stole my gun and then he put it back! Which means the police are probably on their way right now.
MULDER: I don't believe you.
SKINNER: Look at my desk drawer, Agent Mulder.
SKINNER: Look at it!
Mulder looks down, seeing the marks on the drawer where it was pried open.
SKINNER: Why would I force my own lock? If I lied to you ... I have lied to you, and I won't make excuses for those lies, but there's a reason that I did what I did - one that I think you're in a unique position to understand.
SKINNER: I advised you against a certain course of action some time ago ... concerning Agent Scully. I didn't follow my own advice.
MULDER: Give me the gun.
The FBI ballistics technician is test firing a gun into a water tank. He fires a half dozen rounds, while Skinner and Mulder stand nearby. After he finishes, all remove their hearing protection.
MULDER: How soon will you be able to determine if that's the weapon that killed Detective Thomas?
BALLISTICS TECH: As long as it takes me to put one of these slugs under the scope and run a comp.
The technician is now showing a closeup of the slugs on his computer monitor.
BALLISTICS TECH: Now, this is the slug that we recovered from the detective's body. See this stria here and here?
He points to that slug as well as to the test slug.
BALLISTICS TECH: They're rifling patterns imprinted from the barrel of the same gun.
MULDER: So this is definitely the murder weapon?
BALLISTICS TECH: If I were called to testify I'd say without a doubt. So where'd you find it?
Skinner is staring at the floor. Mulder stares at Skinner for a moment.
MULDER: In a sewer grate ...
Skinner looks up quickly at Mulder, who returns his look.
MULDER: ... around the corner from the crime scene. Sometimes you get lucky.
BALLISTICS TECH: Sometimes you don't, right?
MULDER: What do you mean?
BALLISTICS TECH: The serial number - it's been filed clean off. Now, unless forensics pulled a print, this gun is virtually untraceable.
Skinner looks at Mulder again. Mulder fakes a disgusted look for the benefit of the ballistics tech. Skinner walks away, looking briefly at Mulder as he passes. Mulder turns and watches him leave.
CSM enters his home and looks toward the light switch. Skinner is seated in a chair.
SKINNER: Leave it off.
He stands and aims his gun at CSM.
SKINNER: I'm starting to get used to the dark.
CSM: Is this part of our deal?
SKINNER: We never had a deal.
SKINNER: Agent Scully is dying, and you haven't done a damn thing about it.
SKINNER: You think that's funny?
CSM: I'm just enjoying the irony, Mr. Skinner. Only yesterday, you said you wouldn't be a party to murder and now here you are. Yours isn't the first gun I've had pointed in my face, Mr. Skinner. I'm not afraid to die. But if you kill me now, you'll also kill Agent Scully.
SKINNER: You have no intention of saving her. You never did.
CSM: Are you certain? I saved her life once before, when I had her returned to Agent Mulder. I may save her life again. But you'll never know if you pull the trigger, will you?
His phone rings.
CSM: Now, unless you intend to kill me, I'd like to answer my phone.
Skinner fires three shots. As he leaves, he passes CSM, who has bullet holes in the wall behind his head. After Skinner closes the door, CSM swallows hard and then answers the phone in a shaky voice.
CSM: Yes. ... He was just here. He threatened to kill me. I'm sure Mulder will be contacting you. He'll want to know if Skinner's seen all there is to see.
It's Marita Covarrubias on the other end of the conversation. Behind her, an out-of-focus figure stands, apparently listening in on the conversation from another extension. She looks quickly toward the other person.
MARITA COVARRUBIAS: I'll tell him what you want me to tell him.
CSM: Tell him what he wants to hear.