Akte X - Der Film (englisches Transkript)
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|Transcribed by Libby
Edited by Libby, Used with kind permission from Libby (www.chelonium.plus.com)
The entire landscape is covered with snow and ice. Two figures, dressed in animal skins and furs, run through the snow.
They are following a set of three-toed footprints to the top of a ridge of snow where they stop and look at an entrance to an ice cave. They cautiously enter the cave and walk down a long tunnel. They strike flints to light torches. Their faces appear to be Neanderthal-type. They carefully start searching through the tunnel when they hear a screeching sound. One man goes in the direction of the sound through a side tunnel and enters a large area. There he sees another man, apparently dead. Suddenly, he is attacked by a creature with very large eyes. The fight that ensues is ferocious, the creature making more of the screeching sounds. The other man stabs the creature in the back. The creature attacks, then flees. The man gets to his feet and looks around. He sees his friend on the floor, very badly injured. He searches further and finds the creature. They fight each other, the man stabbing the creature several times, eventually killing him. Then he sees that a black liquid is oozing from the creature's wounds. The liquid, black oil, spreads along the floor of the cave, then changes direction towards the man. He notices that his hands and body are covered by the oil, which is creeping up his body. He cries out in horror.
A young boy falls through the ground into a cave, landing heavily, along with his shovel. Three other young boys, all with shovels, approach the hole in the ground above.
BOY #1: Hey, Stevie, you okay?
They can see the boy a few feet below.
STEVIE: I got ...
He coughs because of the dust and earth still falling into the hole. He stands up.
STEVIE: I got the wind knocked out of me.
BOY #2: It looks like a cave or something.
Stevie looks around, then spits out the dust. He starts walking around.
BOY #1: Stevie, what's goin' on?
Stevie walks further while the boys keep looking into the hole. They can't see Stevie, then he comes back holding an object.
STEVIE: It's a human skull!
BOY #3: Toss it up here, dude!
STEVIE: No way, buttwad. This is mine. Anyway, there's bones all over the place, man.
Stevie looks at the skull again. It has a very large piece of bone missing. Then he notices oil seeping out of the ground under his feet.
STEVIE: What the ...
He looks back up at his friends. Then he drops the skull. The oil has changed into worm-like structures and are climbing up his legs, under his skin, and make their way to his face.
BOY #2: Hey, Stevie?
BOY #1: You okay?
He looks back up at them, the oil now reaching his eyes. His friends are scared.
BOY #3: Hey, man. Let's get outta here!
The boys run to their homes in a small village of one-storey buildings.
A little later, Blackwood Country fire trucks arrive and firefighters run to the hole.
FIRE CHIEF: Give me a 14-footer!
A ladder is placed down into the hole. The Fire Chief speaks into his radio.
FIRE CHIEF: This is Captain Miles Cooles. Got a rescue situation in progress. I'll be the whole town ....i/c.
He speaks to his men.
FIRE CHIEF: Rope's in the hole. Let's go. Two down.
Two firefighters descend the ladder into the cave. They are attached to ropes. They go over to where Stevie is lying on the ground. The Fire Chief speaks into his radio.
FIRE CHIEF: What ya got, TC? Talk to me.
There's just static on the radio.
FIRE CHIEF:Do you see the boy? Talk to me.
The Fire Chief looks down into the cave. He can't see the firefighters or Stevie but there is movement of the ropes going further into the cave. On the radio, there's just static.
FIRE CHIEF: Come back, TC. You see the kid?
Still nothing but static.
FIRE CHIEF: Danny, check TC's radio.
He hits his walkie-talkie.
FIRE CHIEF: TC?
He turns to other firefighters.
FIRE CHIEF: Glenn, Sal, in the hole!
A helicopter lands nearby. Out of it jump men in quarantine suits, carrying a containment unit. To the Fire Chief's surprise, they just run past him to the cave. A man, Bronschweig, in ordinary clothes gets out of the helicopter and sees some of the townspeople watching nearby. Bronschweig speaks to the Fire Chief.
BRONSCHWEIG: Get those people outta here!
The Fire Chief gives the order to his men.
FIRE CHIEF: Move them back.
SHERIFF: Move back. Move back, folks!
Bronschweig and the Fire Chief walk towards the cave.
FIRE CHIEF: I sent four men down there for the boy. Report is, his eyes had turned black. Now we've lost communication with my men.
The haz-mat team have brought Stevie to the surface encased in the containment unit. Bronschweig looks carefully at the boy. He appears very concerned at the boy's condition. The haz-mat team carry Stevie to the helicopter.
FIRE CHIEF: What about my men?
Bronschweig doesn't respond.
FIRE CHIEF: What about my men!
Bronschweig still doesn't respond. The Fire Chief watches, puzzled, as the helicopter lifts off. Now plain white tankers arrive at the scene.
FIRE CHIEF: What the hell is this?
Bronschweig walks over to the tankers, pulling out his cell phone. He dials a number.
BRONSCHWEIG: It's Bronschweig. Sir, the impossible scenario that we never planned for? Well, we'd better come up with a plan.
One week later
A helicopter flies past skyscrapers and lands on top of a building. Several FBI agents huddled, protecting themselves from the wind caused by the helicopter. A senior FBI agent, Special Agent Darius Michaud, gets out of the helicopter and one of the other agents goes over to him.
AGENT: We've evacuated the building and been through it bottom to top. There's no trace of an explosive device or anything resembling one.
MICHAUD: Have you sent the dogs through yet?
AGENT: Yes, sir.
MICHAUD: Well, send 'em through again.
Michaud walks off. The Agent looks very unhappy with this order but turns to his men.
AGENT: All right, guys. Let's do it again!
Michaud walks over to the edge of the rooftop and watches a figure walking on the roof of a nearby building. He turns away, not pleased with what he's seen.
The person on the rooftop is Agent Scully. Using her cellphone.
SCULLY: Mulder, it's me.
MULDER: Where are you, Scully?
SCULLY: I'm on the roof.
MULDER: Did you find anything?
SCULLY: No, I haven't.
Mulder senses that Scully's not happy.
MULDER: What's wrong?
SCULLY: Well, I just climbed up twelve floors, I'm hot, I'm thirsty, and to be honest I'm wondering what I'm doing up here.
MULDER: You're looking for a bomb.
SCULLY: Yes. I know that. But the threat was called in to the Federal Building across the street.
Scully looks over to the Federal Building, then continues walking on the rooftop.
MULDER: I think they have that covered.
SCULLY: Mulder, when a terrorist bomb threat is called in, the rational purpose of providing that information is to allow us to find the bomb. The rational object is terrorism is to promote terror. If you study the statistics, you find a model behavioral pattern for virtually every case where a threat has turned up an explosive device. And if we don't act in accordance with that data, if you ignore it as we have done, the chances are great that if there actually is a bomb we might not find it. Lives could be lost. Mulder? Mulder?
She's reached the other side of the rooftop now.
She whirls around and sees Mulder close behind her.
SCULLY: Jesus, Mulder!
MULDER: Whatever happened to playing a hunch, Scully?
Scully sighs. Mulder walks away, Scully follows.
MULDER: The element of surprise. Random acts of unpredictability. If we fail to anticipate the unforeseen or expect the unexpected in a universe of infinite possibilities, we may find ourselves at the mercy of anyone or anything that cannot be programmed, categorized or easily referenced.
They stop at the edge of the rooftop.
MULDER: What are we doing up here, Scully? It's hotter than hell.
She doesn't answer. He walks off again, and she follows.
SCULLY: I know you're bored in this assignment, Mulder, but unconventional thinking is only going to get you into trouble now.
MULDER: What makes you think I'm bored?
SCULLY: You've got to quit looking for what isn't there. They've closed the X-Files. There's procedure to be followed now, protocol.
MULDER: Maybe we should call in a bomb threat to Houston. I think it's free-beer night at the Astrodome.
Scully just looks at him, then turns to open the door back into the building. The door doesn't open.
SCULLY: Now what?
MULDER: It's locked?
SCULLY: So much for anticipating the unforeseen.
Mulder, puzzled, reaches for the door handle. The door opens. Scully smiles.
SCULLY: I had you.
Mulder now smiles.
MULDER: No, you didn't.
SCULLY: Oh, yeah. I had to you big time.
MULDER: You had nothing. Come on, I saw you jiggle the handle.
The lobby of the building. A group of children wait to enter the elevator as Mulder and Scully exit.
SCULLY: I saw your face, Mulder. There was a definite moment of panic.
MULDER: You've never seen me panic. When I panic, I make this face.
Mulder's expression is entirely blank.
SCULLY: That was the face.
MULDER: You didn't see that face.
SCULLY: I saw that face. You're buying.
Mulder turns away.
MULDER: Coke? Pepsi? Saline I.V.?
SCULLY: Something sweet.
Mulder walks into the vending machine room while Scully looks around the lobby. As Mulder enters the room, a man wearing a work shirt with a name tag exits the room, brushing by Mulder. Mulder walks over to one of the vending machines, sorting through his small change. He puts in a couple of coins and presses a button. Nothing happens. He tries the button again, then all the other buttons. He hits the machine then grabs it and rocks it. Still nothing. Then he sees something at the side of the machine. He moves between this machine and the next and looks at the back of the machine. The machine is unplugged. He goes back to the door to the vending machine, but the door is locked. He pulls out his cellphone and calls Scully.
MULDER: Scully, I've found the bomb.
SCULLY: You're funny. Where are you, Mulder?
MULDER: I'm in the vending room.
Mulder slams his hand on the door repeatedly. Scully walks towards the vending room door.
SCULLY:Is that you pounding?
MULDER: Yeah. You've got to get somebody to open that door.
Scully tries the door handle.
SCULLY: Nice try, Mulder.
MULDER: Look, Scully, it's in the soda machine. You've got about fourteen minutes to evacuate this building.
Scully checks her watch, then smiles.
SCULLY: Come one, Mulder.
She tries the door handle again.
MULDER: Thirteen fifty-six. Thirteen fifty-four.
Mulder has opened the front panel of the vending machine.
MULDER: Thirteen fifty-two. Thirteen fifty.
There are large plastic containers strapped in the bottom of the vending machine. Just above is a countdown display.
MULDER: You see a pattern emerging here, Scully?
Outside, Scully bends down and examines the door handle. The lock has been soldered over.
SCULLY: Hold on, Mulder. I'm going to get you out of there.
Mulder stares at the bomb. Scully rushes back into the lobby and shouts at the security guards at the front desk.
SCULLY: I need this building evacuated and cleared out in ten minutes! I want you to call the fire department and have them block off the city centre in a one-mile radius around the building!
GUARD: Ten minutes?
SCULLY: Don't think! Scully points her cell phone at the guards.
SCULLY: Just pick up that phone and make it happen.
Scully marches off. The guards finally get the message. One picks up a phone.
GUARD: This is Security...
Scully calls on her cellphone.
SCULLY: This is Special Agent Dana Scully. I need to speak with SAC Michaud. He's got the wrong building.
Outside, police cars and fire trucks swing into action, sirens blaring. Michaud arrives. FBI Agents rush into the building as people start leaving. Scully and Michaud walk towards each other.
MICHAUD: Where is it?
SCULLY: He found it in the vending machine. He's locked in with it.
They enter the building. In the vending machine room, Mulder sits, looking at the explosives, many packages of C4. The countdown display showed 4:50. His cell phone rings, startling him.
MULDER: Scully, you know that face I just showed you? I'm making it again.
SCULLY: Mulder, move away from the door. We're coming through it.
Mulder looks over at the door where the bright light and sparks of an oxyacetylene torch begins to cut through the metal. Outside, it's Michaud who is using the torch to cut out a large section of the door. The door is kicked in. Michaud and two other agents enter.
MULDER: Tell me that's just soda pop in those canisters.
Scully and other agents arrive as Michaud examines the explosives.
MICHAUD: It's just what it looks like. A big IED. Ten gallons of Astrolite. Okay. Get everybody out of here. Clear the area.
AGENT: Come one, let's go.
MULDER: Somebody's got to stay here with you.
MICHAUD: I just gave you an order to get the hell out of here and evacuate the building.
SCULLY: Can you defuse it?
MICHAUD: Yes, I can.
MULDER: We've got less than four minutes to find out if you're right.
Michaud gets to his feet and glares at Mulder.
MICHAUD: Did you hear what I said? Get out.
The two men stare at each other.
SCULLY: Come on, Mulder.
She starts for the door and Mulder reluctantly follows. Michaud turns back to the bomb.
Outside, police officers are ushering people away from the building.
Inside, Michaud is sat, just watching the timer tick down from forty seconds.
Scully runs out of the building, Mulder following. But Mulder hesitates, looking back at the building, and stops.
SCULLY: Mulder, what are you doing!
MULDER: Something's wrong!
He starts walking back to the building. Scully runs and catches hold of his arm.
MULDER: Something's not right.
SCULLY: Mulder, get in the car. There's no time!
A police officer shouts to them from his patrol car.
OFFICER: Let's go! Get in the car!
Mulder and Scully run to get into the car.
Inside, the timer counts down from fourteen seconds. Michaud puts his hands to his face.
Mulder and Scully get into the police car. The car races away from the building. Mulder and Scully turn in their seats to look out the rear window.
The timer has reached three seconds, two, one. There is a massive explosion. A fireball explodes from the front of the building, the force pushing cars up into the air, the windows shatter flinging glass in all directions. The police car, out of control, smashes into a parked car. In the car, Mulder yells to Scully to get down as the force blows in the window. The flames roar up the front of the building which collapses, floor by floor, as a huge mushroom cloud of smoke billows up. In the immediate aftermath, sirens blare. Mulder and Scully get out of their car and stand looking at the devastation.
MULDER: Next time, you're buying.
The two agents can do nothing but look around at the horrifying scene.
CASSIDY: In light of Waco and Ruby Ridge, there is a heightened need at the Attorney General's office to place responsibility as early as possible for the catastrophic destruction of public property and loss of life due to terrorist activities.
Among the personnel is Assistant Director Skinner.
CASSIDY: Many details are still unclear, but we're under some pressure from the Attorney General to give an accurate picture of what happened so that she can issue a public statement. We know now that five people died in the explosion.
Mulder now enters the room. He gets a frosty look from Cassidy
CASSIDY: Special Agent in Charge Darius Michaud who was trying to defuse the bomb, three fireman from Dallas, and a young boy.
Mulder interrupts Cassidy.
MULDER: Excuse me. The fireman and the young boy, they were found in the building?
CASSIDY: Agent Mulder, since you weren't able to be on time for this hearing, I'd like you to step outside so that we can hear Agent Scully's version of the facts, so that she will not be paid the same disrespect.
MULDER: We've been told the building was clear.
CASSIDY: You'll get your turn, Agent Mulder. Please step outside.
Mulder looks grim. He casts a glance at Skinner who nods for him to leave. Mulder does so.
A little later, Mulder is sitting on a bench outside the room, eating sunflower seeds. He's in his shirtsleeves. The door opens and Skinner exits. Mulder gets to his feet.
SKINNER: Sit down. They're still talking to Agent Scully.
MULDER: About what?
Mulder sits down again. Skinner walks over to him.
SKINNER: They're asking for a narrative. They want to know why she was in the wrong building.
MULDER: She was with me.
SKINNER: You don't see what's going on here, do you. There's 45 million dollars worth of damage to the city of Dallas. Lives have been lost. No suspects have been named. So the story that's being shaped is that this could've been prevented.
MULDER: They want to blame us?
Skinner sits down next to Mulder.
SKINNER: Agent Mulder, you and I both know that if it looks bad, it's bad for the FBI. Blame has to be assigned somewhere.
MULDER: If they want somebody to blame, they can blame me. Agent Scully doesn't deserve this.
SKINNER: She's in there right now saying the same thing about you.
MULDER: No, I breached protocol. I broke contact with the SAC. I ignored a primary tactical rule and left him alone with the device.
SKINNER: Agent Scully says it was she who ordered you out of the building, you wanted to go back in.
The door opens again. Mulder and Skinner get to their feet as Scully comes out. She walks over to them.
SCULLY: They're asking for you, sir.
SKINNER: Thank you.
Skinner walks away.
MULDER: Whatever you told them in there, Scully, you don't have to protect me.
SCULLY: All I told them was the truth.
MULDER: They're trying to divide us on this one. We can't let them.
SCULLY: Mulder, they have divided us. They're splitting us up.
MULDER: What? What are you talking about?
SCULLY: I have a meeting with OPR the day after tomorrow for remediation and reassignment.
MULDER: They were the ones that put us together.
SCULLY: Because they wanted me to invalidate your investigations into the paranormal. But I think this goes deeper than that now.
MULDER: This is not about you, Scully. They're doing this to me.
SCULLY: They're not doing this.
Mulder looks puzzled.
SCULLY: Mulder, I left behind a career in medicine because I thought that I could make a difference at the FBI. But it hasn't turned out that way. And now if they were to transfer me to Omaha or Cleveland or some field office it just doesn't hold the interest for me that it once did. Not after what I've seen and done. There's a pause while Mulder realizes what she means.
MULDER: You're quitting.
SCULLY: Maybe you should ask yourself if your heart's still in it, too.
Before Mulder can reply, the door opens and Skinner looks out.
SKINNER: Agent Mulder, you're up.
SCULLY: I'm sorry.
She looks downcast as Mulder walks past her.
She goes over to pick up his suit jacket. He walks back to take it from her.
SCULLY: Good luck.
Mulder puts on his jacket and goes into the room with Skinner. Scully wanders away down the corridor.
Later. A bar. The barkeeper, a woman in her thirties, pours a third shot of tequila.
BARKEEPER: I'd say this about exceeds your minimum daily requirement.
Mulder picks up the glass and downs most of it. When he puts the glass down, his hand collides with empty glasses in front of him. The barkeeper grabs the glasses.
BARKEEPER: Whoa! You've got to train for that kind of heavy lifting. Poopy day?
Mulder indicates he wants another drink. The barkeeper sighs and picks up a clean glass. Mulder sees a man at the other end of the bar who appears to be watching him.
BARKEEPER: So, what do you do?
MULDER: What do I do?
MULDER: I'm the key figure in an ongoing government charade, a plot to conceal the truth about the existence of extraterrestrials.
The barkeeper listens, it's probably one of the strangest explanations she's heard for something getting drunk.
MULDER: It's a global conspiracy actually, with key players in the highest levels of power and it reaches down into the lives of every man, woman and child on this planet.
MULDER: So, of course, no-one believes me. I'm an annoyance to my superiors, a joke to my peers. They call me Spooky. Spooky Mulder, whose sister was abducted by aliens when he was just a kid, and now chases after little green men with a badge and a gun, shouting to the heavens or anyone who will listen that the fix is in, that the sky is falling. And when it hits, it's going to be the shitstorm of all time.
The barkeeper gives him a look.
BARKEEPER: Well, I would say that about does it, Spooky.
MULDER: Does what?
BARKEEPER: Well, looks like 86 is your lucky number.
Mulder sighs, and pulls out some money.
MULDER: You know, one is the loneliest number.
The barkeeper picks up the bills. Mulder looks over and sees the older man has left. He gets up and stands for a moment, then walks a little unsteadily to the bathroom. The men's bathroom has a rough 'out of order' sign stuck to the door. He walks over to the women's bathroom and shouts 'hello' as he opens the door. A woman replies and he says 'sorry'. He stops and thinks then sees the 'exit' sign on a nearby door.
Out in the alleyway behind the bar, Mulder is dealing with business while looking at a crumbled 'Independence Day' poster on the wall. Then the man who was in the bar, Dr Alvin Kurtzweil, speaks to him.
KURTZWEIL: That official FBI business?
Mulder is standing between two dumpsters. He turns at the man's voice.
KURTZWEIL: Bet the Bureau's accusing you of the same thing in Dallas. Standing around holding your yank while bombs are exploding.
MULDER: Do I know you?
KURTZWEIL: No, but I've been watching your career for a good while. Back when you were just a promising young agent. Before that.
MULDER: You come out here for a reason?
KURTZWEIL: Yeah, I did.
Kurtzweil unzips his fly and steps over to the wall.
KURTZWEIL: My name is Kurtzweil. Dr Alvin Kurtzweil.
Mulder zips his fly and walks back towards the door to the bar.
MULDER: Am I supposed to know that name?
Mulder turns again to the door to the bar. Kurtzweil zips up his fly and follows him back into the bar. Mulder picks up his suit jacket.
MULDER: How'd you find me?
KURTZWEIL: I heard you come in here now and again. I figured you'd be needing a little drinkie tonight.
MULDER: You a reporter?
KURTZWEIL: I'm a doctor, but I think I mentioned that. OB-GYN.
MULDER: You got something to tell me, you've got as much time as it takes for me to hail a cab.
Mulder has put on his overcoat and makes for the door.
KURTZWEIL: There's something you don't know about the bombing in Dallas.
Mulder goes out into the street and hails a cab. Kurtzweil follows him.
MULDER: What's that?
KURTZWEIL: SAC Darius Michaud never tried or intended to defuse that bomb.
MULDER: He just let it explode in his face, huh?
Again, Mulder signals for a cab.
KURTZWEIL: What's the question no-one's asking. Why that building? Why not the federal building?
MULDER: The federal building was too well guarded.
KURTZWEIL: No. They put the bomb in the building across the street because it did have federal offices there. The Federal Emergency Management Agency had a provisional medical quarantine office there, which is where the bodies were found. That's the thing, the thing you didn't know. The thing you'd never think to check. Those people were already dead.
Mulder has been pretty disinterested in Kurtzweil, until this point.
MULDER: Before the bomb went off?
KURTZWEIL: That's what I'm saying.
MULDER: Darius Michaud was a 22-year veteran of the Bureau.
KURTZWEIL: Michaud was a patriot. The people he was loyal to know their way around Dallas. They blew that building to hide something. Maybe even something they couldn't predict.
MULDER: You tell me they blew up that entire building just to hide the bodies of those firemen?
KURTZWEIL: And one little boy.
Mulder gives a wry smile.
MULDER: I think you're full of shit.
KURTZWEIL: Do you?
A cab has finally stopped and Mulder gets in and shuts the door.
MULDER: Arlington, please.
He settles back in the seat and the cab drives off. Mulder thinks and then changes his mind.
MULDER: Actually, no, let's go to Georgetown. Let's go to Georgetown.
Scully's apartment. Scully is in bed but finding it difficult to sleep. There's knocking at the door to the apartment. Scully opens it and it's Mulder.
MULDER: I woke you. Did I wake you?
Mulder enters the apartment and Scully closes the door. She doesn't seem too pleased to see him.
MULDER: Why not? It's three in the morning.
SCULLY: Are you drunk, Mulder?
MULDER: I - I was until about twenty minutes ago, yeah.
SCULLY: Was that before or after you decided to come here?
MULDER: What exactly are you implying?
SCULLY: Go home, Mulder.
She starts to open the apartment door.
MULDER: No, get dressed.
SCULLY: It's late.
MULDER: Get dressed.
SCULLY: What are you doing?
MULDER: Just get dressed and I'll explain on the way.
A full moon low in the night sky. Two helicopters fly over a ridge, directing powerful searchlights. They fly over three large dome tents which are eerily lit from within. There are tanker trucks parked nearby. Other tented structures. The helicopters land nearby. Two guards exit one helicopter, out of the other comes a man in a suit, he immediately lights a cigarette.
Inside one of the domes, there are several technicians working at various pieces of equipment. There is a large hatch in the floor of the dome, out of which climbs someone in a hazmat suit. He pulls off his helmet to reveal that he's Bronschweig. CSM approaches, still smoking his cigarette. He passes by a large diameter tube which appears to be sucking out black liquid from the ground. The scene looks very industrial with pipes and gauges. CSM and Bronschweig walk towards each other.
CSM: You've got something to show me?
CSM, now suited in a hazmat suit, follows Bronschweig down through the hatch.
BRONSCHWEIG: We brought the atmosphere back down to freezing in order to control the development, which is like nothing we've ever seen.
In the cave, there is a transparent structure.
CSM: Brought on by what?
BRONSCHWEIG: Heat, I think. The coincident invasion of a host, the fireman, in an environment that raised his body temperature above ninety-eight point six.
They walk down some stairs into a lower part of the cave and into the transparent structure. The door hisses as Bronschweig opens it, indicating an air lock. CSM goes over to an area and pulls back some plastic curtains, to reveal a man, horribly affected by the black oil, his skin appears to be melting, his breathing difficult.
CSM: This man is still alive.
BRONSCHWEIG: Technically and biologically. But he'll never recover.
Through the man's semi-transparent skin can be seen something moving.
CSM: How can this be?
BRONSCHWEIG: The developing organism is using his life energy, digesting bone and tissue. We've just slowed the process.
CSM seems to be partly horrified and partly calculating.
BRONSCHWEIG: Do you want us to destroy this one too? Before it gestates?
CSM: Uh, no. No. We need to try our vaccine on it.
BRONSCHWEIG: And if it's unsuccessful?
CSM: Burn it, like the others.
Night. A few cars traveling. Mulder and Scully arrive at a building and approach a soldier at a reception desk.
Bethesda Naval Hospital
CLERK: ID and floor you're visiting, please.
They get out their badges.
MULDER: We're going down to the morgue.
CLERK: That area is currently off limits to anyone other than authorized medical personnel.
MULDER: On whose orders?
CLERK: General McAddie.
Mulder doesn't miss a beat.
MULDER: General McAddie is who requested our coming down here. We were awakened at three AM and told to get down here immediately.
CLERK: I don't know anything about that.
MULDER: Well, call General McAddie.
Mulder has signed in and he and Scully start walking towards the morgue.
CLERK: I don't have the number.
MULDER: Well, then call the switchboard, they'll patch you through.
The clerk hesitates and searches through some papers.
MULDER: Jesus, you don't know the switchboard number?
CLERK: I'm calling my C.O.
The clerk picks up the phone but Mulder stops him.
MULDER: Listen, son, we don't have time to dick around while you demonstrate your ignorance of the chain of command. The order came directly from General McAddie, you call him. We'll conduct our business while you confirm authorization.
Mulder and Scully resume walking down the hallway.
CLERK: Why don't you head on down and I'll confirm authorization.
MULDER: Thank you.
Mulder speaks softly to Scully.
MULDER: Why is a morgue suddenly off limits on the orders of a general?
Inside the morgue are bodies wrapped in plastic lying on gurneys.
SCULLY: This is one of the firemen who died in Dallas?
MULDER: According to the toe tag.
SCULLY: And you're looking for ...?
MULDER: Cause of death.
Mulder starts unwrapping one of the bodies.
'SCULLY: I can tell you that without even looking at him.
She picks up a report lying next to the body.
SCULLY: 'Concussive organ failure due to proximal exposure to source and flying debris.' Mulder, this man's already been autopsied, you can tell by the way he's been wrapped and dressed.
Mulder pulls part of the plastic wrapping off the body. The skin has deliquesced.
MULDER: Does this fit the description you just read me?
Scully goes round to see what Mulder has uncovered.
SCULLY: Oh my God. This man's tissue, Mulder ...
MULDER: It's like jelly.
SCULLY: There's been some kind of cellular breakdown.
Scully puts on surgical gloves.
SCULLY: It's completely edematous. There's been no autopsy performed here, no Y-incision, no internal exam.
MULDER: You're telling me the cause of death on that report is false? That this man didn't die from an explosion or from flying debris?
SCULLY: Mulder, I can't tell you what killed this man. I'm not sure anybody else could claim to either.
Mulder and Scully moved the body into an autopsy lab.
SCULLY: Mulder, you knew before we got here this man didn't die at the bomb site.
MULDER: I'd been told as much.
SCULLY: You're saying this is a coverup? Of what?
MULDER: I don't know, but I have a hunch that what you're gonna find won't be anything that can be categorized or easily referenced.
Mulder walks towards the door.
SCULLY: Mulder, this is gonna take some time. Somebody's going to figure out sooner or later that we're not even supposed to be here.
MULDER: We are being blamed for this man's death. I'd like to know what he died of. Wouldn't you?
Scully looks at him. Then he leaves.
Washington, D.C. 4:50 AM
The street is mostly empty, a few cars and a garbage truck. Mulder is in a cab.
MULDER: I think that's it up here.
Outside an apartment block are some police cars. Inside, Mulder enters an apartment where there are police officers.
DETECTIVE: Excuse me. Can I help you?
MULDER: Is this Dr. Kurtzweil's residence?
DETECTIVE: You have some kind of business with him?
MULDER: Yeah, I'm looking for him.
DETECTIVE: You're looking for him for what?
Mulder pulls out his badge. The detective looks over at his officer.
DETECTIVE: The feds are looking for him too.
The detective steps over to Mulder.
DETECTIVE: Real nice business he's got, huh?
Mulder has pulled a couple of books off a bookshelf.
MULDER: What's that?
DETECTIVE: Selling naked pictures of little kids on his computer.
Mulder looks over to where an officer is searching shelves full of video tapes.
DETECTIVE: You looking for him for some other reason?
Mulder looks at the books: 'The Four Horseman of the Global Domination Conspiracy' and 'Countdown to the Apocalypse' both written by Kurtzweil.
MULDER: Yeah .. I had an appointment for a pelvic examination.
Mulder says this deadpan, of course, and it takes a while for the detective to pick up the joke.
DETECTIVE: You want a call if we turn up this Kurtzweil?
MULDER: Don't bother.
Mulder leaves. He exits the main door and sees up the street that Kurtzweil is peering out of an alleyway. Mulder checks around then walks up the street and into the alleyway.
KURTZWEIL: See this crap? Somebody knows I'm talking to you.
MULDER: Not according to the men in blue.
KURTZWEIL: Well, what is it this time? Kiddy porn again? Sexual battery of a patient?
MULDER: They want to discredit you, for what?
KURTZWEIL: Because I'm a dangerous man. Because I know too much about the truth.
MULDER: Oh, that end-of-the-world apocalyptic garbage you write?
KURTZWEIL: You know my work?
Mulder smirks and starts to walk away.
KURTZWEIL: I was right about Dallas, wasn't I?
Mulder stops and turns round.
MULDER: How? How were you right?
KURTZWEIL: Are you familiar with the Hanta virus, Agent Mulder?
Mulder walks back to him.
MULDER: Yeah, it was a deadly virus spread by field mice in the southwestern United States several years ago.
KURTZWEIL: According to the newspaper, FEMA was called out to manage an outbreak of the Hanta virus. Are you familiar with what the Federal Emergency Management Agency's real power is? FEMA allows the White House to suspend constitutional government upon declaration of a national emergency. Think about that. What is an agency with such broad-sweeping power doing managing a small viral outbreak in suburban Texas?
MULDER: You're saying it wasn't such a small outbreak.
KURTZWEIL: No. I'm saying it wasn't the Hanta virus.
MULDER: Well, what was it?
A police car goes past the entrance of the alleyway. Kurtzweil walks further down the alley, Mulder following him.
MULDER: What was it?
KURTZWEIL: When we were young men in the military, your father and I were recruited for a project. They told us it was biological warfare, a virus.
MULDER: What killed those men?
KURTZWEIL: What killed them I won't even write about! We have no context for what killed those men, or any appreciation of the scale at which it will be unleashed in the future.
MULDER: A plague?
KURTZWEIL: The plague to end all plagues, Agent Mulder. A silent weapon for a quiet war. The systematic release of an indiscriminant organism for which the men who will bring it on still have no cure. They've been working on this for fifty years. While the rest of the world have been fighting gooks and commies, these men have been secretly negotiating a planned Armageddon!
Mulder is very intrigued now.
MULDER: Negotiating with whom?
KURTZWEIL: I think you know. The timetable has been set. It will happen on a holiday, when people are away from their homes. The president will declare a state of emergency, at which time all government, all federal agencies, will come under the power of the Federal Emergency Management Agency. FEMA, the secret government.
MULDER: And they call me paranoid.
KURTZWEIL: Go back to Dallas, Agent Mulder, and dig. Or we're gonna find out along with the rest of the country - when it's too late.
Back at Bethesda, Scully continues the autopsy. She has the chest of the dead fireman open. Using pliers, she breaks off part of a rib and holds it under a lamp. The rib is almost transparent. She hears a noise and sees people passing by the frosted glass of the lab. The clerk from the front desk, along with two security guards, enters the lab. The lab is empty, the body completely covered with a white sheet. Scully has gone into the refrigerated room, where bodies lie on gurneys. Suddenly her cell phone rings. Frantically she pulls it out of her pocket.
MULDER: Hey, Scully, it's me...
MULDER: Why are you whispering?
SCULLY: Mulder, I can't really talk right now.
MULDER: What did you find?
Mulder is in a callbox.
SCULLY: Evidence of a massive infection.
MULDER: What kind of infection?
SCULLY: I don't know.
MULDER: All right, listen to me. I'm going home and then I'm booking myself on a flight to Dallas. I'm going to get you a ticket too.
SCULLY: Mulder ....
MULDER: I need you there with me. I need your expertise.
SCULLY: Mulder, I've got a hearing tomorrow.
MULDER: I can get you back in time for that hearing, maybe with evidence that will blow it away.
SCULLY: Mulder, I can't! I'm way past the point of common sense here.
MULDER: It's not common sense. Scully? Are you there? Scully?
Scully has switched off her phone. The clerk opens the door to the refrigerated room. He walks in, past Scully who is hiding on the floor under one of the gurneys. Yellow liquids drops down on to the floor.
A forensic lab. An agent enters with Mulder.
FIELD AGENT: I'm afraid what you're looking for amounts to a needle in a haystack. This explosion was so devastating there hasn't been much that we've been able to put together just yet.
MULDER: Well, I'm looking for anything out of the ordinary, really. Maybe something from the FEMA offices where those bodies where found?
There are lab technicians working at various benches.
FIELD AGENT: Well, we weren't expecting to find those remains, of course, and we sent 'em off to Washington.
MULDER: Well, anything from those offices that you haven't send off to D.C. yet?
FIELD AGENT: Some bone fragments turned up in the sift this morning. We thought we had another fatality but we found out FEMA recovered them from an archeological site out of town.
MULDER: Have you examined them?
FIELD AGENT: No, they're just fossils, as far as we know.
Mulder sees Scully entering the lab. He looks pleased.
MULDER: I'd like you to let this person take a look at them, if you don't mind.
The field agent looks over at Scully, who doesn't look particularly enthusiastic.
FIELD AGENT: Just let me see if I can lay my hands on what you're looking for.
He walks away, and Scully comes over to Mulder.
MULDER: I thought you said you weren't coming.
SCULLY: I wasn't planning on it. Particularly not after spending half an hour in cold storage this morning. But I got a better look at the blood and tissue samples I took from the fireman.
MULDER: And what did you find?
SCULLY: Something I couldn't show to anybody else. Not without causing the kind of attention I'd just as soon avoid right now.
Scully looks over to where the field agent is talking to a lab technician.
SCULLY: But, what those men were infected with contains a protein code that I've never seen before. What it did to them, it did extremely fast.
MULDER: How was it contracted?
SCULLY: That I don't know. But unless it can respond to conventional treatment, it could be a serious health threat.
The field agent walks over to them, carrying a tray of test tubes.
FIELD AGENT: Like I said, these are just fossils, but they weren't near the blast center so they're not going to tell you much.
MULDER: Right, why don't you check this out.
Mulder picks up one of the tubes and gives it to Scully. She goes over to a microscope and looks at the specimen. Then she looks up at Mulder, a very surprised look on her face.
MULDER: You said you knew the location where these were found?
FIELD AGENT: Show you right on the map.
Children play in a playground. One of the children climbs up the slide and looks over the wooden fencing. Beyond is the site of the domes and tankers.
Inside. Men, including Bronschweig are preparing a containment unit. It is placed next to the hatch in the ground. Bronschweig examines the unit closely.
BRONSCHWEIG: I want all of these settings checked and recalibrated. I want a steady minus two degrees Celsius throughout the transfer of the body after I've administered the vaccine.
A technician helps Bronschweig to suit up in his hazmat suit. Then Bronschweig climbs down the ladder into the cave. He goes into the containment section and sees that the body of the fireman has collapsed, leaving a gaping hole in the torso. There is no sign of whatever had been moving inside the fireman's body. Bronschweig looks alarmed. He nervously looks around him. He pulls off his helmet, looks around more, then runs to the bottom of the hatch and calls out to the technicians at the top.
BRONSCHWEIG: It's gone!
Bronschweig starts climbing the ladder.
BRONSCHWEIG: It's left the body. I think it's gestated!
Bronschweig pauses on the ladder and looks over towards the side of the cave.
TECHNICIAN: What's the matter?
BRONSCHWEIG: Wait. I can see it.
He climbs back down. Behind an area of rock there is a Attack Alien|dimly-seen figure, its skin glistening. Bronschweig seems enthralled by the sight.
BRONSCHWEIG: Oh, Jesus, Lord.
TECHNICIAN: You see it?!
BRONSCHWEIG: So much for little green men.
Bronschweig starts taking out the vaccine.
BRONSCHWEIG: I need you down here!
He takes the cap off a hypodermic syringe and fills it from a small bottle. When he looks over to where the creature was, there is nothing to be seen. He looks around, warily. Then he sees the creature, more clearly than before. The creature stands up, liquid dripping from its long fingers. Suddenly the creature roars and launches itself at Bronschweig. The technician at the hatch sees a brief glimpse and hears Bronschweig screaming. The creature slashes at Bronschweig again and again. Then Bronschweig manages to stab the creature with the hypodermic syringe, delivering the vaccine. The creature screams and runs off. Technicians at the top of the hatch see Bronschweig at the bottom of the ladder. He is covered in blood and has deep wounds.
BRONSCHWEIG: Help! I need help!
He starts slowly climbing the ladder, but the technicians remove the top part of the ladder and put on the transparent hatch cover.
BRONSCHWEIG: What are you doing?!
The hatch cover is locked into place.
BRONSCHWEIG: What are you doing?! Ohhh ....
Bronschweig watches as earth is shoveled over the top of the hatch cover. Suddenly, the creature launches itself at Bronschweig again and he screams.
County of Somerset
Screams again, but this time from a group of young children running in the garden in front of a country mansion. On the terrace sits the Well-Manicured Man, enjoying afternoon tea. A servant comes out onto the terrace.
SERVANT: Sir, you have a call.
WMM doesn't look pleased, but rises and enters his study. He picks up the phone.
CSM: We have a situation. The members are assembling.
WMM: Is it an emergency?
CSM is in what looks like a gentlemen's club.
CSM: Yes. A meeting has been set, tonight in London to determine a course.
WMM: Who called this meeting?
CSM: Strughold. He just got on a plane in Tunis.
WMM looks alarmed. Then he hears the children shouting outside. Concerned, he goes over to the window where he sees one of the children lying on the ground.
A limousine arrives outside a prestigious building. WMM gets out and is greeted by the servant.
WMM: Has Strughold arrived?
SERVANT: Yes, they're waiting in the library, sir.
WMM enters the library where various other members of the syndicate are talking. They all turn as he enters. A television screen is showing video footage. Strughold gets to his feet.
STRUGHOLD: We began to worry. Some of us have traveled so far and you are the last to arrive.
WMM: I'm sorry. My grandson fell and broke his leg.
STRUGHOLD: While we have been made to wait, we watched surveillance tapes which have raised more concerns.
WMM: More concerns than what?
STRUGHOLD: We have been forced to reassess our role in colonization by new effects of biology which have presented themselves.
WMM: Into what?
STRUGHOLD: A new extraterrestrial biological entity.
WMM: My God!
STRUGHOLD: The geometry of mass infection presents certain conceptual reevaluations for us about our place in the colonization.
WMM: This isn't colonization, this is spontaneous repopulation. All our work. If it's true, they've been using us all along. We've been laboring under a lie.
SYNDICATE MEMBER: It could be an isolated case.
WMM: How can we know?
STRUGHOLD: We're going to tell them what we've found, what we've learned, by turning over a body infected with the gestating organism.
WMM: In hope of what? Learning that it's true? That we are nothing but digestives for the creation of a new race of alien life-forms? By cooperating now, we are but beggars to our own demise.
STRUGHOLD: Cooperation is the only chance of saving ourselves.
CSM: They still need us to carry out their preparations.
STRUGHOLD: We'll continue to use them as they do us. If only to play for more time, to continue work on our vaccine.
WMM: My lateness might just as well have been absence. A course has already been taken!
CSM: There are complications.
Strughold indicates the TV screen which shows video footage of Mulder and Scully entering the morgue building.
CSM: Mulder saw one of the infected bodies that we destroyed in Dallas. He's gone back there again. Someone has tipped him.
CSM: Kurtzweil we think.
WMM: No one believes Kurtzweil or his books. He's a toiler, a crank.
FIRST ELDER: Mulder believes him.
CSM: Then Kurtzweil must be removed.
STRUGHOLD: As must Mulder.
WMM: Kill Mulder, we take the risk of turning one man's quest into a crusade.
STRUGHOLD: Then you must take away what he holds most valuable. That with which he can't live without.
There's a pause while syndicate members think about that.
Blackwood, Texas. Scully looks over the bare landscape.
SCULLY: I don't know, Mulder. I don't see any evidence of an archeological or any other kind of a dig site.
MULDER: This is where he marked on the map. Where he said those fossils were unearthed.
They are standing at the edge of the small township. There is no sign of the activity that had previously been there.
MULDER: You're sure those fossils were infected with the same virus you saw at the morgue?
SCULLY: Both sets of bones were porous, as if the virus or the causative microbe were decomposing it.
MULDER: And you've never seen that virus before.
Mulder sees something.
MULDER: Look at that.
He goes over to the playground. It's an incongruous site, a large rectangle of green grass amidst the sand.
MULDER: That look like new grass to you?
SCULLY: Looks pretty green for this climate.
MULDER: Uh huh.
Mulder walks to the edge of the grassy area and pulls up the edge of the lawn.
MULDER: Ground's dry about an inch down. This was laid recently.
SCULLY: The equipment looks brand new too.
MULDER: No irrigation system. Somebody's covering their tracks.
Mulder sees three boys on bicycles.
MULDER: Hey! Hey!
The boys stop.
SCULLY: Do you boys live around here?
KID 1: Yeah.
MULDER: You see anybody digging over there?
KID 1: We're not supposed to talk about it.
SCULLY: You're not supposed to talk about it? Who told you that?
KID 2: Nobody.
MULDER: Nobody? The same nobody that built that playground? Nobody buy you those new bikes, too?
SCULLY: I think you better tell us.
KID 1: We don't even know you.
SCULLY: Well, we're FBI Agents.
KID 1: You're not FBI Agents.
MULDER: How do you know?
KID 1: Cause ya'll look like door-to-door salesmen.
Mulder and Scully are amused by that.
MULDER: Hey, you wanna buy a badge?
He shows them his badge.
KID 2: They left about an hour ago.
KID 3: Going that way.
He points to his right, and so do the other boys.
Mulder and Scully drive down an empty road across an empty landscape of dust and scrub.
MULDER: Unmarked tanker trucks. What are archeologists hauling out in tanker trucks?
Scully is looking at a map.
SCULLY: I don't know, Mulder.
MULDER: And where are they going with it?
SCULLY: That's the first question to answer if we're going to find them.
They approach a T-junction. Mulder stops the car.
MULDER: What are my choices?
SCULLY: About a hundred miles of nothing in both directions.
MULDER: Well, which way do you think they went?
SCULLY: We've got two choices. One of them's wrong.
They both look at their surroundings, which give no clue.
MULDER: I think they went left.
SCULLY: I don't know why, I think they went right.
Mulder drums his fingers on the steering wheel while they continue to look around them. Then he makes a decision and drives across the road onto a dirt track.
MULDER: Five years together, Scully. How many times I been wrong?
She gives him a look.
MULDER: Not driving anyway.
The car continues. Up ahead, the sun shows low on the horizon.
Later. It is now dark. The road leads to a dead-end, the road blocked by a railway line. Scully sighs, unbuckles her seat belt and gets out. Mulder gets out as well.
MULDER: I was right about the bomb, wasn't I?
SCULLY: This is great, this is fitting.
SCULLY: I have to be in Washington, D.C. in eleven hours for a hearing, the outcome of which might possibly affect one of the biggest decisions of my life, and here I am in the middle of Nowhere, Texas, chasing phantom tanker trucks.
Mulder is examining the map.
MULDER: We're not chasing tanker trucks, Scully, we're chasing evidence.
SCULLY: Evidence of what exactly?
MULDER: That bomb in Dallas was allowed to go off to hide something. Bodies infected with a virus you yourself detected!
SCULLY: Mulder, they haul oil in tanker trucks, they haul gas in tanker trucks, they do not haul viruses in tanker trucks!
MULDER: Well, they may be hauling a virus in these tanker trucks.
SCULLY: What do you mean? Mulder? What are you not telling me?
Mulder refolds the map. He clears this throat.
MULDER: The virus may be extraterrestrial.
Scully stares at him. Mulder smiles, somewhat embarrassed.
SCULLY: I don't ... Mulder, I don't ...
A bell clangs. A train is passing along the track.
Mulder goes closer to the fence, ignoring Scully.
The train goes by, two unmarked white tanks are being hauled as well as the usual freight cars. Mulder gives Scully a look. Scully realizes the implication. They both rush back to the car. Mulder drives the car onto the dirt track running alongside the track. The train passes over a crossing and immediately after the car appears, goes over the crossing and continues on the dirt track which now veers slightly away from the rail track as the train enters a tunnel. The dirt track now finally comes to an end. Both get out of the car.
SCULLY: What do you think they are?
MULDER: I have no idea.
The track has ended at the top of a bluff. They look over the edge. Scully is amazed by what she is seeing. They both scramble down the side of the bluff which overlooks a flat plain in which there are two large domes, lit from within. They reach the bottom of the bluff and see a large field of corn (maize). The enter the cornfield and make their way to the domes.
SCULLY: This is weird, Mulder.
MULDER: Very weird.
SCULLY: Any thoughts as to why anybody would be growing corn in the middle of the desert?
MULDER: Well, those could be giant Jiffy-Pop Poppers.
They reach the other end of the cornfield and stand outside the domes. These domes are huge. They go up to the door in one of the domes. Mulder cautiously peeps through the window. He opens the door, which hisses, the escaping air blowing their hair. Inside, there is a corridor leading to a low flat area, at the further end of which is a fan. Suddenly there's a loud hissing sound, making them both jump, and more fans start up, then stop. Everything in this dome appears to be metal.
SCULLY: It's cool in here. The temperature's being regulated.
MULDER: For the purpose of what?
SCULLY: Mulder, I think we're on top of a larger structure here. This is some kind of a venting system.
The floor area is divided into large squares, which have slats in them.
MULDER: You hear something? You hear that?
SCULLY: I hear a humming...
SCULLY: Like electricity, high voltage maybe.
Mulder drops to his knees and puts his hands on the slats of the one of the squares.
He puts his ear to the slats, listening.
MULDER: Maybe not.
Scully is looking up at the ceiling. There are also slats there, which open.
Suddenly all the slats in the floor open, releasing thousands and thousands of bees. They run as quickly as they can towards the door, pulling their jackets up to their faces to shield themselves.
SCULLY: I can't see!
MULDER: Give me your hand!
Together they run to the door. They run out of the dome, brushing themselves down.
MULDER: Did you get stung?
SCULLY: I don't think so.
She looks quite shocked. They start walking away from the dome, then strange lights in the distance. Helicopters, with searchlights. They run back into the cornfield. The helicopters start searching for them, playing their searchlights along the rows of the corn stalks. Scully crouches down as one of the helicopters passes close overhead, trying to shield herself from the downdraft. Mulder continues running. Then he also crouches as a helicopter passes overhead. Then he starts running again.
MULDER: Talk to me, Scully! Scully!
He can't see her.
MULDER: Dammit! Scully! Scully!
The sound of the helicopters is drowning out his voice, even though he's yelling at the top of his lungs.
MULDER: Talk to me, Scully!
Scully is frantically running through the rows of corn.
MULDER: Can you hear me?!!!!
They still can't hear each other, or find each other.
MULDER: Scully! Scully! Scully!
Mulder emerges from the corn field, and runs down the edge trying to see Scully.
MULDER: Scully! Scully, talk to me!!!
Scully now emerges from the corn field. She sees Mulder.
He runs to her, and they start running back towards the bluff. Suddenly, Scully realizes it's gone quiet.
SCULLY: Where'd they go?
There is neither sight nor sound of the helicopters.
MULDER: Come on.
They start climbing the bluff back to their car.
Office of Professional Review
AD Cassidy checks her watch. She is not happy. Outside the room, Skinner waits. Scully enters the corridor brushing down her suit jacket, checking her hair in the reflection in a picture on the wall. Skinner enters the room.
SKINNER: She's coming in.
Skinner holds open the door for Scully. Scully goes over to the small desk in front of the interviewing panel and sits down.
A.D. CASSIDY: Special Agent Scully?
SCULLY: Yes, I apologize for making you wait. I have new evidence.
A.D. CASSIDY: Evidence of what?
From her briefcase, Scully takes out some clear evidence bags.
SCULLY: These are fossilized bone fragments that I've been able to study, that were gathered at the bomb site in Dallas.
A.D. CASSIDY: You've been back to Dallas?
The bar Mulder visited earlier. Mulder, dressed in casual clothes, enters and searches until he finds Kurtzweil sitting in a booth. Mulder sits down opposite him.
KURTZWEIL: You found something?
MULDER: Yeah. On the Texas border, some kind of experiment, something they excavated and was brought there in tanker trucks.
MULDER: I'm not sure. A virus, I think.
Kurtzweil looks shocked.
Back in the OPR room.
SCULLY: ... and I also have reason to believe that ... there may have been some involvement by Special Agent In Charge Michaud.
A.D. CASSIDY: Those are very serious allegations, Agent Scully.
SCULLY: Yes, I know.
KURTZWEIL: You saw this experiment?
MULDER: Yeah, but we were chased off.
KURTZWEIL: What did it look like?
MULDER: There were bees ... corn crops ...
A.D. CASSIDY: And you have conclusive evidence of this? Something to tie this claim of yours to the crime?
SCULLY: Not completely conclusive. I hope to but we are in the process of... we're working towards gathering that evidence.
A bee has crawled out of Scully's collar.
A.D. CASSIDY: Working with ...?
SCULLY: ...with Agent Mulder.
The bee has crawled back under her collar.
MULDER: What are they?
KURTZWEIL: What do you think?
MULDER: A transportation system. Transgenic crops. The pollen genetically altered to carry a virus.
KURTZWEIL: That would be my guess.
Kurtzweil throws down his napkin and gets up and walks quickly away. Mulder follows him.
MULDER: Guess? What do you mean 'your guess'?! Hey!
Kurtzweil is continuing to walk, not answering. Mulder grabs him.
MULDER: You told me you had answers!
KURTZWEIL: Yeah, well, I don't have 'em all.
MULDER: You didn't know my father...
KURTZWEIL: Like I told you, he and I were old friends...
Mulder starts shouting.
MULDER: You've been using me! You've been using me to gather information for your god-damned books!
KURTZWEIL: Lower your voice!
Kurtzweil hurries out of the bar into the alley. Mulder follows him.
MULDER: Kurtzweil? Kurtzweil!
KURTZWEIL: Yeah, well, you'd be shit out of luck if it wasn't for me! You saw what you saw because I led you to it! I'm putting my ass on the line for you ...
MULDER: Your ass?! I just got chased through Texas by two black helicopters!
KURTZWEIL: And why do you think it is you're standing here talking to me? These people don't make mistakes!
Kurtzweil walks away. Mulder hears a sound and looks up. A man is walking down the fire escape of the building next door and then goes into the building. Mulder runs back into the bar.
Later. Mulder's apartment. He enters, takes off his jacket, sits at his desk and opens a drawer. He takes out a large photo album and starts searching through old family photographs. He finds a photograph of some family celebration. In the background is a young Kurtzweil. As he's looking at this, there's a knock on the door. Scully enters.
MULDER: What's wrong?
SCULLY: Salt Lake City, Utah. Transfer effective immediately.
SCULLY: I already gave Skinner my letter of resignation.
MULDER: You can't quit now, Scully.
SCULLY: I can, Mulder. I debated whether or not even to tell you in person, but ...
MULDER: We are close to something here! We're on the verge!
SCULLY: You're on the verge, Mulder. Please don't do this to me.
Mulder puts the album aside and goes over to her.
MULDER: After what you saw last night, after all you've seen, you can just walk away?
SCULLY: I have, I did, it's done.
MULDER: I need you on this, Scully.
SCULLY: You don't need me, Mulder. You never have. I've just held you back.
Mulder doesn't believe what he's hearing.
SCULLY: I gotta go.
She walks out of the apartment. Mulder follows her into the hallway.
MULDER: You wanna tell yourself that so you can quit with a clear conscience, you can, but you're wrong!
Scully stops and turns back to him.
SCULLY: Why did they assign me to you in the first place, Mulder? To debunk your work, to rein you in, to shut you down ...
MULDER: But you saved me! As difficult and as frustrating as it's been sometimes, your goddamned strict rationalism and science have saved me a thousand times over! You kept me honest. You made me a whole person. I owe you everything, Scully, and you owe me nothing.
Scully doesn't know how to respond to this.
MULDER: I don't know if I want to do this alone. I don't even know if I can. And if I quit now, they win.
Scully is near to tears. They look at each other. She moves close to him and he puts his arms around her. They hug for a long time. Scully moves out of his arms, puts her hand on the back of his neck and kisses him on the forehead. Mulder puts his hands either side of her face. They look into each other's eyes, then move their faces closer together. Just as their lips are about to meet:
SCULLY: Ow! Jeez.
MULDER: I'm sorry.
SCULLY: No. Something stung me.
She puts her hand inside a collar and pulls out a bee. Mulder check the back of her neck.
MULDER: Must've gotten in your shirt.
SCULLY: Mulder ... something's wrong.
SCULLY: I'm having lancinating pain in ...
SCULLY: ... my chest.
Mulder realizes that Scully is obviously suddenly ill.
MULDER: Scully ...
SCULLY: My motor functions are being affected.
She half falls and Mulder grabs hold of her.
MULDER: Scully ...
He lowers her carefully onto the floor.
SCULLY: My pulse is thready ... a funny taste in the back of my throat.
Her eyes appear unfocussed.
MULDER: I think you're going into anaphylactic shock.
SCULLY: No, Mulder. I have no allergy.
Her breathing now is labored. Mulder runs into his apartment, grabs the phone and dials 911.
MULDER: This is Special Agent Fox Mulder, I have an emergency! I have an agent down!
Scully is on a gurney. She appears unconscious.
PARAMEDIC 1: Can you hear me? Can you say your name?
PARAMEDIC 2: She's got constriction in the throat and larynx.
PARAMEDIC 1: Passages are open. OK. Let's get her in the van right away. Look out. Coming through. Watch your back.
MULDER: She said she had a funny taste in the back of her throat. But there was no pre-existing allergy to bee sting. Now the bee that stung her might have been carrying a virus.
The paramedics are loading her into an ambulance.
PARAMEDIC 1: A virus?
MULDER: Will you tell that to the doctor?
The paramedics are talking to each other, across what Mulder is saying.
MULDER: I want to go with her.
But a paramedic closes the doors, leaving Mulder outside.
MULDER: What hos ... what hospital are ...
He goes round to the driver's window.
MULDER: What hospital are you taking her to?
But the driver just stares at Mulder. Then pulls out a gun and shoots Mulder through the window. Mulder falls to the ground on his back. The ambulance drives away. Mulder lies on the ground, groaning, blood pouring from his left forehead. Ambulance sirens grow louder, and an ambulance races down the street, pulling up a few feet away from him.
An airport at night. An unmarked aircraft taxis. A large truck stands on the tarmac. The rear door is opened, revealing a containment unit. The unit is raised into the aircraft. Inside the cargo area of the aircraft stands CSM, lighting a cigarette. Inside the containment unit is Scully.
FROHIKE: What are you doing?
LANGLY: Reading his chart.
FROHIKE: Put it down.
LANGLY: I'll put it down when I'm ready.
BYERS: I think he's coming out of it.
LANGLY: He's coming to.
Mulder is in a hospital bed, his head bandaged.
FROHIKE: Hey, Mulder? Mulder?
MULDER: Oh my God. Cowardly Lion, Scarecrow ... Toto!
The Lone Gunmen are not pleased with the comparisons. Mulder tries to move, then winces in pain.
MULDER: What am I doing here?
BYERS: The bullet grazed your brow and glanced off your temporal plate.
LANGLY: Three centimeters to the left and we'd all be playing harps right now.
FROHIKE: You've been unconscious since they brought you in.
Suddenly, Mulder sits up.
MULDER: Where's Scully?!
BYERS: We put together you called 911, but that call must have been intercepted.
FROHIKE: Scully had a reaction to an Africanized honeybee we found in your hall.
Frohike holds up an evidence vial containing the bee.
MULDER: I've got to get to her.
Mulder starts to get out of bed just as Skinner arrives.
SKINNER: Mulder, easy, easy! You're staying right here.
MULDER: You don't understand, this goes all the way back to Dallas.
SKINNER: Tell me where she is, I'll find her.
MULDER: I don't know where she is! But I can think of someone who might.
SKINNER: You leave here unprotected, how far will you get? How far will they let you get? Because they'll know the minute you walk out of here!
LANGLY: What can we do?
Mulder looks around.
MULDER: You can strip Byers naked.
Mulder starts pulling off his bandage.
MULDER: I need your clothes.
Out in the corridor, an agent is keeping watch when Frohike, Langley and Mulder emerge from the room, and walk down the corridor in the opposite direction. The agent watches them then looks in the window into the room where he sees a figure in the bed, a bandage around his head, while Skinner is talking on his phone. The agent appears suspicious of what he's seeing, and starts walking down the corridor. Mulder, Frohike and Langly have reached an emergency exit. Mulder is using a cell phone.
MULDER: It's Mulder...
Mulder goes through the door and Langly closes it, leaving himself and Frohike in the corridor.
Elsewhere, Mulder runs across a busy street. He takes off Byers' jacket and throws it away.
Kurtzweil walks down the alley by the bar, cautiously looking around him. He opens the door to the bar, but is faced with someone.
WMM: Dr. Kurtzweil, isn't it? Dr. Alvin Kurtzweil?
Kurtzweil backs away, hurries back down the alley, but a car draws up at the entrance. The car drives down towards him. Kurtzweil stops, looks back at the Well-Manicured Man, then at the man who gets out of the car.
Mulder has reached the bar. He goes in through the front entrance. Staff and customers look at him, he is disheveled. Mulder walks through the bar, looking for Kurtzweil. He goes out into the alley, which is empty. Then he sees the car. The trunk is being closed. Standing next to it is the Well-Manicured Man.
WMM: Mr. Mulder.
MULDER: What happened to Kurtzweil?
WMM: He's come and gone.
MULDER: I want to know where Scully is.
WMM: The location of Agent Scully and the means to save her life.
WMM holds up a small bag.
He gestures towards the car. The driver holds open the rear door for Mulder, and after a little hesitation Mulder gets in. WMM gets in the other side. The car drives off.
WMM offers the bag to Mulder, who takes it.
MULDER: What is it?
WMM: A weak vaccine against the virus Agent Scully has been infected with. It must be administered within 96 hours. That leaves you little time to reach those coordinates.
Inside the bag is a vial, a syringe and a note saying: Base 1, South 83°00 Lat, East 63°00 Long, 326 Ft.
MULDER: You're lying.
WMM: No. Though I have no means to prove otherwise. The virus is extraterrestrial. We know very little about it except that it was the original inhabitant of this planet.
MULDER: A virus.
WMM: What is a virus, but a colonizing force that cannot be defeated? Living in a cave, underground, until it mutates and attacks.
MULDER: This is what you've been conspiring to conceal? A disease?
WMM: No. For God's sake, you've got it all backwards! AIDS, the Ebola virus, on an evolutionary scale they are newborns. This virus walked the planet long before the dinosaurs.
Mulder scoffs at what he's hearing.
MULDER: What do you mean walked?
WMM: Your aliens, Agent Mulder, your little green men arrived here millions of years ago. Those that didn't leave have been lying dormant underground since the last ice age in the form of an evolved pathogen, waiting to be reconstituted by the alien race when it comes to colonize the planet, using us as hosts. Against this we have no defense, nothing but a weak vaccine. Do you see why it was kept secret? Why even the best men, men like your father, could not let the truth be known. Until Dallas we believed the virus would simply control us, that mass infection would make us a slave race. Imagine our surprise when they began to gestate. My group has been working cooperatively with the alien colonists, facilitating programs like the one you saw, to give us access to the virus in the hope that we might be abel to secretly develop a cure.
MULDER: To save your own asses.
WMM: Survival is the ultimate ideology. Your father wisely refused to believe this.
MULDER: But he sacrificed my sister. He let them take Samantha.
WMM: Without a vaccination, the only true survivors of the viral holocaust will be those immune to it. Human alien clones. He allowed your sister to be abducted, to be taken to a cloning program, for one reason.
MULDER: So she would survive. As a genetic hybrid.
WMM: Your father chose hope over selfishness. Hope in the only future he had, his children. His hope for you was that you would uncover the truth about the project. That you would stop it, that you would fight the future.
Mulder puts his hand to his face. The driver is watching via the rear-view mirror.
MULDER: Why are you telling me this?
WMM: For the sake of my own children. Once it's learned what I have told you, my life will be over.
WMM glances towards the driver.
MULDER: Where's Dr. Kurtzweil?
WMM doesn't answer.
MULDER: I'd like to get out of the car now.
WMM doesn't respond.
MULDER: Stop the car!
WMM: Driver. The car turns into a wide alley between industrial-looking buildings and stops.
WMM: The men I work with will stop at nothing to clear the way for what they believe is their stake in the inevitable future. I was ordered to kill Dr. Kurtzweil, as I was ordered to kill you.
Mulder opens the door but looks back and sees that WMM has a gun. Suddenly, WMM points the gun forwards and shoots the driver in the back of the head. Mulder is splattered with blood.
WMM: Trust no one, Mr. Mulder.
WMM gets out of the car.
WMM: Get out of the car.
Mulder, anticipating what will happen next, sits back in his seat.
MULDER: Why? The upholstery is already ruined.
WMM: Get out of the car!
Mulder does so.
WMM: You have precious little time.
Mulder angrily slams shut the car door.
WMM: What I've given you, the alien colonists don't yet know exists. The vaccine you hold is the only defense against the virus. Its introduction into an alien environment may have the power to destroy the delicate plans we have so assiduously protected for the last 50 years!
MULDER: What do you mean, 'may have'?
WMM: Find Agent Scully. Only then will you realize the scope and grandeur of the project. Go. Go now!
He points his gun at Mulder. Mulder turns away and walks down the alley. WMM gets back into the car. As he closes the door, the car explodes, the force throwing Mulder onto the ground. The car is completely engulfed in flames. Mulder gets to his feet and starts running down the alley.
48 Hours Later
A land covered with ice and snow, only the very tops of rocky outcrops showing. A vehicle approaches from the distance. A snow tractor, driven by Mulder. The engine starts to falter, the fuel gauge reading almost empty. The engine dies. He reaches for a handheld GPS monitor which shows his position, the same as the details given to him by WMM. But there is nothing to see out there. He leaves the snow tractor and walks to a nearby rocky outcrop. He climbs to the top, the icy gale blowing. Then he quickly ducks down. He sees in the snow-covered plain ahead of him some objects. Through his binoculars he sees one large and four small domes, with snow tractors parked nearby. As he watches, one of the snow tractors is driven away.
Mulder jogs across the snow plain towards the domes. Suddenly the ice underneath him gives way. He falls a long way down into an ice cave. He struggles to his feet. Then he notices that yet another hole has opened up near to where he fell. He looks back up to the surface and realizes he's not going to be able to climb out. He gets into the hole, and crawls down it, seeing that there is light ahead. He has found a ventilation shaft. Carefully, he eases himself out of the shaft into a corridor carved out of the ice. He switches on his flashlight and walks down the corridor, examining the walls. He brushes away a patch of frost to reveal a human figure. He brushes away more frost to illuminate an alien figure inside the body of the human.
Out on the snow field, a snow tractor has drawn up behind Mulder's vehicle. One of the men in the snow tractor is CSM. He sees Mulder's footprints leading toward the area where the domes are.
Inside the ice cave, Mulder explores further along corridors that are now clearly part of some industrial type complex. He reaches a ledge, and peering down he sees the ground far, far below him. He continues searching along the corridor and reaches what could be the center of the complex. Again, he's on a ledge high above the ground. The whole area looks both industrial and alien. He notices in one area some objects, pod-like, being winched along as though on a production line. He looks through his binoculars and sees a containment unit at a low level. He goes over to part of the structure and begins to climb down. He loses his grip and starts sliding down the structure. He reaches the end and grabs on with one hand, swinging above the central open area. His binoculars falls from his pocket, bouncing several times off the structure until it reaches the ground. He edges his way along until he reaches a place where he can stand. He switches on his flashlight and walks along what seems to be some kind of track. He slides down and reaches the level where the containment unit is. The unit is empty except for some clothing. Then he sees a gold cross. He searches an adjoining area where there are pod-like containers lined up either side of a corridor. He looks at one, which contains a human figure with a breathing tube. He checks several others, until he finds the unit where Scully is. He starts banging on the cover of the unit, trying to break it open.
On the ice field, CSM's snow tractor has arrived back at the main dome. He enters the dome, which is being guarded by armed men.
CSM: Secure the station! I want everyone else down below! If you're not armed, arm yourselves! We may have a breach!
Mulder goes back to the containment unit and pulls off one of the oxygen tanks. He goes back to Scully and uses the tank to pound the ice cover to the pod. It starts to crumble.
In the dome, CSM is giving orders.
CSM: Let's go, let's go!
Mulder has broken through the ice and fluid starts pouring out. Mulder takes out the vaccine the WMM gave him, fills a syringe and injects Scully. Suddenly she reacts, and yellow liquid starts pouring back out of her into the tube in her throat. Mulder watches as the tube begins to shrivel. Suddenly the whole structure begins to react. A monitor elsewhere shows a 'contaminant alert'. The technician turns to CSM as he enters.
TECHNICIAN: There's a contaminate in the system!
CSM: Mulder has the vaccine!
CSM looks shocked.
The structure now is creaking and beginning to fall apart. Steam or air is released. Mulder pulls the tube out of Scully's throat. She gags.
MULDER: Breathe! Scully, can you breathe?!
She coughs and spits out some of the fluid.
SCULLY: Cold ... I'm cold.
MULDER: I'm going to get you out of there.
He picks up the oxygen tank and smashes away the rest of the ice.
In the main control room, alarms are blaring.
CSM: Abandon your posts! Evacuate!
MAN: What's happened?!
CSM: It's all gone to hell!
MAN: But, what about Mulder?!
CSM: He'll never make it!
Mulder has put his outer jacket around Scully and carries her through the structure. He reaches part of the structure where he hopes they can climb up to safety.
On the surface, men run out of the domes and pile into the snow tractors.
Inside, the ice is melting from the other pods.
On the surface, the snow tractors drive past the hole where Mulder fell in.
Inside, Mulder and Scully have reached part way up the structure. Scully stops, coughing badly.
MULDER: We gotta keep moving. Come on!
SCULLY: I can't.
MULDER: Yeah, you can.
He picks her up in a fireman's lift and walks along a corridor lined with pods. The melted ice is flowing freely now. Then he sees the end of the ventilation shaft he entered by.
MULDER: Scully, reach up and grab that vent!
He sees in a nearby pod that the alien within is moving and scrabbling at the ice cover.
MULDER: Scully, grab the vent!
He realizes that Scully is motionless, not breathing. He lowers her to the floor. The alien creature, and others, are now frantically trying to free themselves, screeching and roaring. He starts giving Scully mouth-to-mouth resuscitation and CPR.
MULDER: Jeez, breathe.
He is very fearful that the aliens will break free before he can revive Scully.
MULDER: Breathe ... breathe .... breathe!
Scully draws in a breath and starts choking and coughing. Mulder holds her and brushes away her hair.
MULDER: Breathe in. Breath!
She whispers and he puts his ear close to her mouth.
SCULLY: I had you big time.
She smiles weakly. As he starts to pull her to her feet, the pods begin to open and aliens smash through the ice. Mulder moves Scully to under the ventilation shaft.
MULDER: Grab the vent. Pull! Come on, Scully, pull!
Scully climbs into the bottom of the shaft, as an aliens finally breaks free.
Just as Mulder starts hauling himself into the vent, an alien grabs his foot.
MULDER: Keep moving, Scully!
He kicks out with his feet and climbs up after Scully.
MULDER: Go! Go! Come on!
Scully crawls up the vent.
MULDER: Almost there, keep going!
Scully reaches the top of the vent into the ice cave. Mulder just manages to join her when an alien reaches the top, then falls back down the vent. They crawl out to the surface just as a huge gush of steam escapes from the structure. Cracks are now appearing in the ice all around them. Mulder hauls Scully to her feet and, supporting her, makes a dash for the edge of the snow plain and the safety of the rocky outcrop. He stops and sees the domes falling into the ice. The hole grows larger and spreads out. A gush of steam from a weak point in the ice nearby makes them fall over. Again Mulder hauls Scully up and they stumble as fast as they can to escape the ever-growing ice hole. Suddenly the ice gives way underneath them and they fall down into the hole, but then are caught by something moving upwards. They slide off this moving structure and are deposited on the ice nearby. The upward moving structure is a mind-bogglingly huge alien spacecraft. Mulder just looks at it in awe as it flies over them and away. He moves close to Scully, who is lying unconscious on the snow.
MULDER: Scully, ya gotta see this! Scully!
Scully begins to wake up, her head still in the snow, barely able to speak. The spacecraft has disappeared into thunder clouds. Mulder smiles, then drops his head on the snow, exhausted. Scully grabs hold of him and turns his over so she can cradle him. Behind them, the crater left by the spacecraft is enormous.
Back in the Office of the Professional Review in Washington.
CASSIDY: In light of the report I've got before me and in light of the narrative I am now hearing, my official report is incomplete - pending these new facts I'm being asked to reconcile.
The FBI field office lab, now in darkness, a figure moves quietly, using a flashlight.
OPR, Washington. Scully looks pale and bruised.
CASSIDY: Agent Scully, though there is now direct evidence that a federal agent may have been involved in the bombing, the other events you've laid down here are too incredible on their own, and quite frankly implausible in their connections.
Field office. The man is the one who shot Mulder. He finds the vials containing the bones Scully had examined earlier and takes them.
SCULLY: What is it you find incredible?
CASSIDY: Well, where would you like me to start?
Elsewhere, a white tanker has been placed on a low loader, part of a train. A driver climbs up.
CASSIDY: So many of the events described in your report defy belief. Antarctica is a long way from Dallas, Agent Scully. I... I can't very well submit a report to the Attorney General that alleges the links you've made here. Bees and corn crops do not quite fall under the rubric of domestic terrorism.
SCULLY: No, they don't.
The man has pulled off white plastic cover to reveal the slogan painted on the tanker: Nature's Best corn oil'. The train pulls away. Elsewhere, men are using flame throwers to destroy the cornfield.
CASSIDY: Most of what I find in here is lacking a coherent picture of any organization with an attributable motive. I realize the ordeal you've endured has clearly affected you. So the holes in your account leave this panel with little choice but to delete these references to our final report to the Justice Department - until which time hard evidence becomes available that would give us cause to pursue such an investigation.
There's a pause. Then Scully gets up and goes over to the main table. Skinner watches warily. Scully puts in front of Cassidy a vial. Cassidy picks it up and sees it contains a dead bee.
SCULLY: I don't believe the FBI currently has an investigative unit qualified to pursue the evidence in hand.
Cassidy doesn't have a response. Scully walks away and out of the room. Cassidy and other members of board look at Skinner.
A Washington park. Mulder sits on a bench, reading a newspaper report which attributes the events at Blackwood as an isolated outbreak of the hanta virus. Scully walks towards him. He folds up the newspaper and hands it to her when she reaches the bench.
MULDER: There's an interesting work of fiction on page 24. Mysteriously, our names have been omitted. They're burying this thing, Scully. They're just going to dig a new hole and cover it up.
SCULLY: I told OPR everything I know. What I experienced, the virus, how it's spread by the bees from pollen and transgenic crops.
Mulder gets to his feet.
MULDER: You're wasting your time, Scully. They'll never believe you, not unless your story can be programmed, categorized, or easily referenced.
Mulder walks away and Scully follows.
SCULLY: Well, then we'll go over their heads.
MULDER: No. No. How many times have we been here before, Scully? Right here. So close to the truth and now with what we've seen and what we know to be right back at the beginning with nothing.
SCULLY: This is different, Mulder.
MULDER: No it isn't! You were right to want to quit! You're right to want to leave me! You should get as far away from me as you can! I'm not going to watch you die, Scully, because of some hollow personal cause of mine. Go be a doctor. Go be a doctor while you still can.
SCULLY: I can't. I won't. Mulder, I'll be a doctor, but my work is here with you now. That virus that I was exposed to, whatever it is, it has a cure. You held it in your hand. How many other lives can we save? Look ...
She reaches and takes hold of his hand.
SCULLY: ... If I quit now, they win.
Mulder starts to smile.
A helicopter flies over acres of sand dunes. Among the dunes is a corn field. CSM walks along the edge of it. A man calls into the cornfield, and Strughold emerges.
STRUGHOLD: You look hot and miserable. Why have you traveled all this way?
CSM: We have business to discuss.
STRUGHOLD: We have regular channels.
CSM: This involves Mulder.
STRUGHOLD: Ah. That name, again and again.
CSM: He's seen more than he should have.
STRUGHOLD: What has he seen? Of the whole he has seen but pieces.
CSM: He's determined now. Reinvested.
STRUGHOLD: He is but one man. One man alone cannot fight the future.
CSM: Yesterday, I received this.
He takes out a telegram which he hands to Strughold, who is not pleased with the news. He drops the telegram onto the sand and walks away. CSM looks down at the telegram, which reads:
'X-FILES RE-OPENED. STOP. PLEASE ADVISE. STOP.'
From above, the cornfield is shown to be extensive, containing several white domes.