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NORTH TEXAS, 35,000 BC 

(We open in a snow storm. Two heavily bundled humans are running 
through the snow, following strange looking tracks which lead into a 
cave. They enter and, once inside, we see sparks fly as they whack 
a couple of rocks together and light torches with the fire. Like all good 
horror movie duos, they split up to continue their search. Soon after, 
one of them hears a strange shriek-type noise in the distance, but 
ignores it and moves on. He then encounters an ice wall, which holds 
a frozen human. Suddenly, the tracker is attacked by a creature we 
can't quite see, due to fast camera cuts. The creature and human
roll around in combat, the creature slashing the man until he kills him. 
The man's friend appears and stabs the creature with something 
(looks like a stake, maybe his comrade's torch?) and the creature 
disappears into the darkness of the cave. The man looks down at his 
friend's lifeless form, then starts to look around for the creature. They 
find each other, a battle ensues, the man stabs the creature several 
times and finally kills it. From out of its wounds seeps a black oil which 
takes on a life of its own as it changes direction and begins to flow 
towards the man. It enters his body, crawling under his skin from his 
feet on up to his eyes. The man starts to moan and cry out in pain
as the camera pans upwards leaving us in darkness.)


NORTH TEXAS, PRESENT DAY

(The darkness is now the view from underneath a boy, Stevie, as he 
falls through the earth, landing in an underground cavern. His three 
friends look down upon him.)

KID 1: Hey, Stevie, you ok? 

STEVIE: I got... I got... (coughs) I got the wind knocked out of me. 

KID 2: Looks like a cave or something.

(Stevie looks around and then wanders deeper into the cavern.)

KID 1: Stevie? What's going on?

(Stevie reappears with something in his hands, which he holds up for
the others to see.)

STEVIE: It's a human skull! 

KID 2: Toss it up here, dude! 

STEVIE: No way butt-wipe, this is mine. Anyway, there's bones all 
over the place, man. 

(Stevie admires the skull, then he looks down and sees a puddle of 
black oil under his right shoe.)

STEVIE: What the...? 

(Suddenly, he drops the skull and grabs his stomach, looking ill. 
The black oil begins to crawl up his body and onto his face,
creeping underneath his skin.)

KID 1: Stevie? 

KID 2: Hey, Stevie, you okay? 

(As he looks up, we see his eyes cloud over with the oil.)

KID 2: Hey man, let's get out of here. 

(The boys run away from the hole. The camera pans back to show 
that the scene is happening in a suburban area outside a large town.
Fade to later the same day as fire trucks, marked as "Blackwood
County Fire Dept.", pull up to the scene.)

FIRE CHIEF: (looking down hole) Give me a fourteen footer!

(A ladder slams down onto the bottom of the hole.)

(TD NOTE: The fire chief's last name is not very clear, this is merely 
a guess.)

FIRE CHIEF: (on his radio) Captain Miles Cooledge, got a rescue
situation in progress. I'll be the whole town HC. Rope's in the hole, 
(to his men) let's go, two down. 

(Two men climb down into the hole and crouch by Stevie, who is 
lying down in the dirt in the cavern.)

FIRE CHIEF: (talking to radio) What ya got, TC? Talk to me. (static on 
radio) Do ya see the boy?  Talk to me. (static) Come back, TC, do ya 
see the kid?  (static) Jerry, check TC's radio. (he whacks the radio)  
TC? (static) Glen, South, in the hole.

(A black helicopter flies in and lands at the scene as some of the 
firemen watch and wonder. Four men in biohazard suits exit and 
carry a person-sized container towards the hole. The fire chief 
starts to walk towards the helicopter as a man, Bronschweig, 
exits the chopper.)

BRONSCHWEIG (to the fire chief, indicating the crowd that has 
gathered to watch the proceedings) Get those people out of here!

(The chief and one of his men yell at the crowd to "Get back!" and 
they slowly move out of the way. Both the chief and Bronschweig 
start to walk towards the hole.)

FIRE CHIEF: I sent four men down there for the boy. Report is, his 
eyes have turned black. Now we've lost communication with my men.

(The men in suits carry the container, which now has the boy in it, 
to the helicopter, Bronschweig looks at the boy then follows the men 
to the helicopter, standing and watching them load him on.) 

FIRE CHIEF: What about my men? 

(Bronschweig turns and looks at him as the copter starts to take off.)

FIRE CHIEF: What about my men?? 

(Several tanker trucks and semi-trucks pull up to the scene.) 

FIRE CHIEF: What the hell is this? 

(Bronschweig watches, and then walks behind one of the trucks where 
no one else can hear. He dials a number on his cell phone.)

BRONSCHWEIG (in phone) It's Bronschweig. Sir, the impossible 
scenerio that we never planned for? Well, we better come up with a plan. 


FEDERAL BUILDING, DALLAS, TEXAS
ONE WEEK LATER

(The scene opens with FBI agents on the federal building's roof. 
A helicoptor lands and out comes Darius Michaud.) 

FBI GUY: 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? 

FBI GUY: Yes, sir. 

MICHAUD: Well, send 'em through again. 

(He begins to walk away, towards the edge of the roof, facing another
building across the street.)

FBI GUY: (to other FBI agents) All right guys, let's do it again. 

(Michaud looks at a building across the street where a lone person is 
walking on the roof. Cut to the other building where we see Scully
talking on her cell phone.)

SCULLY: Mulder, it's me. 

MULDER: Where are you, Scully? 

SCULLY: I'm on the roof. 

MULDER: Did you find anything? 

SCULLY: (irritated voice) No I haven't. 

MULDER: What's wrong? 

SCULLY: Well, I just climbed up 12 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. 

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 of terrorism is to promote terror. If you'd study the 
statistics, you'd find the 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? 

(he appears behind her)

MULDER: Boom. 

SCULLY: (startled) Jesus, Mulder! 

MULDER: Whatever happened to playing a hunch, Scully? The element 
of surprise, random acts of unpredictabilty? If we fail to anticipate the 
unforeseen or expect the unexpected in a universe of infinite possibilites, 
we may find ourselves at the mercy of anyone or anything that cannot be 
programmed, categorized or easily referenced.  (he pops a sunflower seed 
into his mouth)  What are we doing up here, Scully? It's hotter than hell.

SCULLY: I know you're bored in this assignment, Mulder, but 
unconventional thinking is only gonna get you in trouble now. 

MULDER: What makes you think I'm bored? 

SCULLY: You've gotta 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 attempts to open the door) 

SCULLY: Aww, now what? 

MULDER: It's locked? 

SCULLY So much for anticipating the unforeseen. (Mulder tries to open 
the door and it opens easily, Scully smiles.) ... I had you. 

MULDER: No, you didn't. 

SCULLY: Oh, yeah. I had you big time. 

MULDER: You had nothing. Come on, I saw you jiggle the handle. 

(They exit the stairwell, next to the elevator at the bottom floor, 
a group of children is being led into the elevator.) 

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 face registers no emotion.)

SCULLY: That was the face. 

MULDER: You didn't see that face. 

SCULLY: I saw that face. (she smiles)  You're buyin'. 

MULDER: What? Coke, Pepsi, saline IV? 

SCULLY: Something sweet.

(Mulder heads down to a room containing the vending machines, 
passing a man on his way out. He puts money in the machine, 
pushes a button, then another, then all of them, nothing comes out. 
He whacks the side of it, then shakes the machine, angry at losing 
his money. He happens to look beside it and notices that the machine
is unplugged. (TD NOTE: Obviously, the bomb was set in some way 
as to keep the machine lit so as not to arouse suspicion)  He tries 
to open the door, it's locked. He calls Scully on her cell phone 
(555-0113). Cut to the lobby, where Scully is standing, waiting for
her drink.) 

SCULLY: (answering her phone) Scully. 

MULDER: Scully, I found the bomb. 

SCULLY: (smiling) You're funny. Where are you, Mulder? 

MULDER: I'm in the vending room. 

(Mulder pounds on the door)

SCULLY: Is that you pounding? 

MULDER: Yeah, you gotta get somebody to open that door.

(Scully tries the doorknob, but it doesn't turn)

SCULLY: Nice try, Mulder. 

MULDER: Look, Scully, it's in the soda machine, you've got about 
fourteen minutes to evacuate this building. 

(Cut back to Scully outside of the vending room, she looks down at her 
watch.) 

SCULLY: Come on, Mulder ... (slight laugh)

(The camera pans to show that the machine is now open and filled 
with explosives. A timer is ticking down.) 

MULDER: Thirteen fifty-six, thirteen fifty-four, thirteen fifty-two, 
thirteen fifty. You see a pattern emerging here, Scully? 

(Scully looks down and realizes that the key hole has been welded shut.) 

SCULLY: Hold on, Mulder, I'm gonna get you out of there. 

(We see Mulder standing in front of the machine, "panic" written all 
over his face. Cut to Scully as she rushes back to the lobby and 
gives orders to the security guard.) 

SCULLY: I need this building evacuated and cleared out in 10 minutes!
I want you to call the fire department and have them block off the city
center in a one mile radius around the building!

GUARD: Ten minutes?

SCULLY: (she points at him with her phone) Don't think! Just pick up 
that phone and make it happen!  (on her cell phone) This is Special 
Agent Dana Scully, I need to speak to SAC Michaud, he's got the 
wrong building! 

(Numerous police cars and firetrucks pull up to the building.
Michaud exits a car and begins to hastily walk towards the building. 
Scully comes out to meet him.) 

MICHAUD: Where is it? 

SCULLY: He found it in the vending room. He's locked in with it. 

(Cut to Mulder sitting in a chair in front of the vending machine, 
staring at the bomb, still making his panic face. His phone rings, 
startling him. He lets out the breath he was holding and answers it.) 

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. 

(Scully and the bomb team cut through the door with a torch. 
The door is kicked open and everyone piles into the room.) 

MULDER: (to Michaud, as he points at the bomb) Tell me that's
just soda pop in those canisters. 

MICHAUD: (looking at bomb) It's just what it looks like. A big I.E.D. 
(pauses) Ten gallons of astrolight. Okay, get everybody out of here, 
clear the area.

FBI GUY: Come on, let's go.

(Everyone leaves except Michaud, Mulder and Scully) 

MULDER: Somebody's got to stay with you.

MICHAUD: (irritated) I just gave you a direct order. 
Now get the hell out of here and evacuate the building!

SCULLY: Can you defuse it? 

MICHAUD: Yes I can. 

MULDER: We got less than four minutes to find out if you're right. 

MICHAUD: Did you hear what I said? (Mulder nods) Get out.

SCULLY: Come on, Mulder. 

(She starts to leave, Mulder hesitates, looking at Michaud, then turns 
to follow her out. Cut to outside the building as people pour out onto
the street. Cut back to Michaud sitting passively in the chair in front 
of the bomb. Cut to Mulder and Scully running out of the building. 
Mulder slows down and looks back.) 

SCULLY: Mulder, what are you doing?

MULDER: Something's wrong.

SCULLY: Mulder ... 

(Scully grabs Mulder by his arm.) 

MULDER: Something's not right. 

SCULLY: Mulder, get in the car, there's no time!

POLICEMAN BY CAR: Go on, get in the car!

(They get into the waiting police car. Shot of inside the building with 
Michaud sitting waiting for the bomb to go off, his face in his hands.
Cut to the cop car as it drives off, Mulder turning in his seat to look at 
the building. The bomb explodes, sending Michaud flying backwards. 
The building is destroyed, cars are sent flying, Mulder and Scully's
police car's windows explode as the car rocks from the blast, mucho 
Big Screen Destruction. Mulder and Scully slowly get out of the car 
and look at the damage.)

MULDER: Next time, you're buying. 


FBI HEADQUARTERS
WASHINGTON, DC
OFFICE OF PROFESSIONAL REVIEW

(Scully is sitting in the office before a review board. Assistant Director 
Jana Cassidy is speaking to her. Assistant Director Walter Skinner is 
seated on the panel as well.)

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. 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. 
Special ...

(Mulder enters the room, late, and Cassidy pauses, looking up at him,
as do Scully and Skinner.)

CASSIDY: .. Special Agent In Charge Darius Michaud, who was trying 
to defuse the bomb, three firemen from Dallas and a young boy. 
I'd like to begin this interview ...

MULDER: Excuse me, excuse me, the firemen 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'd been told the building was clear.

CASSIDY: You'll get your turn, Agent Mulder, please step outside. 

(Mulder looks at Scully, then leaves the room. He is now seated on a 
bench in the hallway, eating sunflower seeds, husks and all. Skinner 
leaves the hearing room and joins him in the hallway. Mulder stands up.)

SKINNER: Sit down, they're still talking to Agent Scully.

MULDER: About what?  (he sits back down)

SKINNER: They're asking her 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 
forty-five 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 have been prevented.

MULDER: They want to blame us?

(Skinner sits down next to him.)

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 looks down at the ground, then looks up at Skinner.)

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: 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, that you wanted to go back in.

MULDER: No.

(Both men stand as Scully leaves the hearing room and walks over 
to them.)

SCULLY: (to Skinner)  They're asking for you, sir.

SKINNER: Thank you. (he leaves)

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 and 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 day after tomorrow for reimidiation
(TD NOTE: spelled phonetically as I wasn't able to find anything close 
to it in my dictionary, sorry)  and reassignment.

MULDER: But they're the ones who 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. (pause as she collects her thoughts) 
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.

MULDER: (realizing what she's saying)  You're quitting.

SCULLY: Maybe you should ask yourself if your heart's still in it, too.

(Skinner comes back out for Mulder)

SKINNER: Agent Mulder, you're up. 

SCULLY: (to Mulder) I'm sorry.

(Mulder begins to walk back to the boardroom) 

SCULLY: Mulder. (she hands Mulder his jacket, which he left on the 
bench)  Good luck. 

(Mulder enters the hearing room. Scully pauses for a moment,
then turns and leaves the building.)



CASEY'S BAR, SOUTHEAST WASHINGTON, DC 

BARTENDER: (filling a glass) I'd say this just about exceeds your 
minimum daily requirement. 

(Mulder empties the glass and as he sets it down he knocks over some 
of the numerous other glasses on the bar.)

BARTENDER: Whoa, you've gotta train for that kind of heavy lifting. 
Poopy day?  

(Mulder points his two index fingers at her, then points one finger on the 
bar as a sign that he wants another. She clears away all the empty 
glasses and places one on the bar to be filled. While he waits, Mulder 
looks over his shoulder and notices a man at the bar watching him.)

BARTENDER: So, whaddya do? 

MULDER: What do I do? 

BARTENDER: Mmm hmm. 

(Mulder takes a sip from his new drink, puts it down and begins his tale.)

MULDER: I'm the key figure in an on-going government charade, 
the plot to conceal the truth about the existence of extraterrestrials. 
(The bartender looks up at the last word, stops wiping down the bar, 
he now has her full attention.)  It's a global conspiracy, actually, 
with key players in the highest levels of power, that reaches down 
into the lives of every man, woman, and child on this planet. 
(he laughs) 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 who now chases after little green men with a badge and a 
gun, shouting to the heavens or to anyone who will listen that the 
fix is in, that the sky is falling and when it hits it's gonna be the 
shit-storm of all time. 

BARTENDER: Well. I would say that about does it, Spooky.
(takes the drink away from Mulder) 

MULDER: Does what? 

BARTENDER: Well, looks like eighty-six is your lucky number. 

(Mulder takes some money out of his wallet) 

MULDER: You know, one is the loneliest number. 

(Mulder looks over his shoulder again and sees the man is no longer 
at the bar. He then gets up, wavers a bit, walks to the men's room and 
finds it out of order. He knocks on the women's door and it's occupied.
He goes out the exit into the alley and relieves himself just above a 
poster for the movie "Independence Day". The man from the bar, 
Dr. Kurtzweil, walks outside.) 

KURTZWEIL: That official FBI business? 

MULDER: What? 

KURTZWEIL: Bet the Bureau's accusing you of the same thing in Dallas. 
Standing around holding your yank while bombs are exploding. 

MULDER: (annoyed) 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 continues his business, then turns his head towards Kurtzweil, 
annoyed that he's still standing there.)

MULDER: You come out here for a reason? 

KURTZWEIL: Yeah, I did. 

(Kurtzweil unzips his pants, steps up to the wall and begins to relieve 
himself. Mulder starts to walk inside.) 

KURTZWEIL: My name is Kurtzweil, Doctor Alvin Kurtzweil.

MULDER: Am I supposed to know that name?

KURTZWEIL: An old friend of your father's. 

(Mulder turns back around to look at Kurtzweil)

KURTZWEIL: Back at the Department of State we were what you 
might call fellow travellers, but his disenchantment outlasted mine. 

MULDER: All right.

(Mulder goes back into the bar, Kurtzweil quickly zips up and follows 
him inside. Mulder walks to the coat rack where his jacket is hanging 
and starts to put it on.)

MULDER: How'd ya find me?

KURTZWEIL: I heard you come in here now and again, 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've got something to tell me, you've got as much time as 
it takes for me to hail a cab. 

(Mulder and Kurtzweil are outside now, Mulder is raising his hand to 
hail a cab.) 

KURTZWEIL: There's something you don't know about the bombing in 
Dallas.

MULDER: What's that?

KURTZWEIL: SAC Darius Michaud never tired, or intended, to defuse
that bomb.

MULDER: (skeptical voice)  He just let it explode in his face, huh?

KURTZWEIL:  What's the question no one's asking? (Mulder puts up 
his arm to hail a cab.)  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. The Federal Emergency Management 
Agency had a provisional medical quarantine office there, which is 
where the bodies where found. But that's the thing ... the thing you 
didn't know. The thing you'd never think to check. (pause) 
Those people were already dead.  (Mulder looks at him.)

MULDER: Before the bomb went off? 

KURTZWEIL: That's what I'm saying. 

MULDER: Darius Michaud was a twenty-two-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.

(A Yellow Cab pulls up)

MULDER: You're telling me they blew up that entire building just to hide 
the bodies of those firemen.

KURTZWEIL: (nods)  And one little boy.

MULDER: I think you're full of shit. 

KURTZWEIL: (laughs)  Do you?

(Mulder enters the cab and closes the door, looking at Kurtzweil as he 
stands on the curb.)

MULDER: Arlington, please. (the cab pulls away, Kurtzweil still standing 
on the curb watching him leave. As the cab drives off, Mulder seems to 
be contemplating their conversation, then he comes to a decision.)  
Actually, you know, let's go to Georgetown. Let's go to Georgetown... 


SCULLY'S APARTMENT, GEORGETOWN

(In the darkness of her bedroom, Scully lies awake in bed, staring at 
the ceiling. She hears knocking on her door. She gets up and answers 
it, finding Mulder on the other side.)

MULDER: Awww, I woke you ... ( he walks in)  Did I wake you? 

SCULLY: No. 

MULDER: Why not? It's three in the morning... 

SCULLY: Are you drunk, Mulder? 

MULDER: I ... I ... I was until about 20 minutes ago, yeah.

SCULLY: Was that before or after you decided to come here?

MULDER: What exactly are you implying? 

SCULLY: Go home, Mulder. 

MULDER: No, get dressed, Scully.

SCULLY: It's late.

MULDER: Get dressed.

SCULLY: What are you doing?

MULDER: Just get dressed, I'll explain on the way.



NORTH TEXAS (BLACKWOOD) 

(Two black helicopters fly across the moon. The area below them is a 
"hive" of activity (TD NOTE: Sorry, couldn't help myself)  as tanker 
trucks and tractors criss-cross the landscape, punctuated by large 
white tented domes. The copters land and a figure emerges from one, 
his clothes flapping in the copters' blades' backwash. He walks a short
distance from the copter, stands and places a cigarette in his mouth.
From behind his head, we watch him light his ciggie as he stares at 
two large white tents. Finally, the camera reveals his identity .... 
it's the Cigarette Smoking Man (hereby known as CSM, although 
I prefer to call him Cancer Man). Cue the audience's boos or cheers 
depending on your allegiance. He starts to walk toward the tents. 
Cut to inside one of the tents, many men, computers, readouts, 
equipment, a cylinder being wheeled by, then we see a hole in the 
ground, reinforced by steel as a man in a white bio-hazard suit 
climbs out. Another man helps him remove his head gear, revealing 
that it is Bronschweig. He looks over and sees CSM smoking his 
cigarette. CSM steps over some equipment and walks to Bronschweig.) 

CSM: You've got something to show me? 

(Scene cuts to inside the hole, CSM now in a bio-hazard suit, climbing 
down the ladder, Bronschweig already at the bottom.) 

BRONSCHWEIG: We brought the atmosphere back down to freezing in
order to control the development, which is like nothing we've ever seen. 

CSM: Brought on by what? 

BRONSCHWEIG: Heat, I think. (they begin to walk down a staircase
towards another area in the hole.)  The coincident invasion of a host, 
the fireman, in an environment that raised his body temperature above 
ninety-eight point six. 

(They open the door of the other area where more men in biohazard suits
are working, the air inside giving off a steam associated with extreme cold.
Bronschweig pulls back a curtain, showing a man covered in goo, barely 
breathing. CSM looks shocked.)

CSM: This man is still alive. 

BRONSCHWEIG: Technically and biologically. But he'll never recover.

(The camera pans down the man's body. We can see something moving
inside his chest.)

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 
keeps looking at the body in shock, his mouth agape.)  Do you want
us to destroy this one, too?  Before it gestates?

CSM: No, no. We need to try our vaccine on it. 

BRONSCHWEIG: And if it's unsuccessful? 

CSM: Burn it, like the others. 


MONTGOMERY COUNTY, MARYLAND

(Nightime, an overhead camera shot shows cars driving along a road.
Cut to inside The Bethesda Naval Hospital as Mulder and Scully walk 
down a hallway and reach a security desk.)

CLERK: ID and floor you're visiting, please.

MULDER: We're going down to the morgue.

CLERK: That area is currently off limits to anyone other than authorized 
medical personel. 

MULDER: On whose orders? 

CLERK: General McAddie.

(Mulder signs the sign-in book, not sure what name he uses!)

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. (he starts to walk away.)

CLERK: I don't have the number.  (Mulder stops.)

MULDER: Well, then call the switchboard, they'll patch you through.

(Clerk starts to fumble through some papers.)

MULDER: Jesus, you don't know the switchboard number?

CLERK: I'm calling my C.O.

(He picks up the phone on his desk, Mulder puts his hand on the
receiver's button, cutting him off.)

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 walk off, leaving the clerk standing with his phone
in his hand. Knowing when he's beaten, the clerk believes Mulder.)

CLERK: Why don't you head on down and I'll confirm authorization.

MULDER: Thank you. (quietly to Scully)  Why is a morgue suddenly off 
limits on the orders of a general?

(They arrive in a room full of bodies on gurneys, wrapped up with sheets
and tied with ropes. Mulder stops at one of them and looks at its toe tag.)

SCULLY: This is one of the firemen who died in Dallas?

MULDER: According to the toe tag.  (he starts to untie it.)

SCULLY: And you're looking for ...?

MULDER: Cause of death.

SCULLY: I can tell you that without even looking at him. (she picks 
up a paper near the body's head and reads aloud.) "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 back the covering sheet. It sticks to a gooey substance 
which covers the body.)

MULDER: Does this fit the description you just read me?

(Scully walks around to join Mulder on the other side of the gurney,
looks down and is shocked at the sight.)

SCULLY: Oh my God. This man's tissue, Mulder ...

MULDER: It's like jelly.

SCULLY: There's been some kind of cellular breakdown. (she snaps 
on a pair of latex gloves, slides and pushes her fingers gently along 
the body.)  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 wheel the body into the lab.)

SCULLY: Mulder, you knew before we got here this man didn't die at 
the bomb site. 

MULDER: I've 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 categorized or easily referenced. 

(Mulder walks over by 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? 

(Mulder leaves the autopsy room.)


DUPONT CIRCLE
WASHINGTON, D.C.
4:50AM

(Scene cuts to a street, a garbage truck loading up as a taxicab 
drives past. Inside the cab is Mulder.)

MULDER: (to cab driver): Think that's it up here.

(He's pointing to an apartment building swarming with cops. 
Cut to Mulder entering an apartment, cops are all over the place.
He looks around, flips through a couple of magazines on a table 
marked as "National Gynecology & Obstetrics" and "Obstetrics
& Gynecology". A detective passes by and looks at Mulder.)

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 FBI badge and shows it to him.)

DETECTIVE: (over his shoulder to another detective)  The feds are 
looking for him too. (to Mulder)  Real nice business he's got, huh? 

(Mulder is looking through a bookshelf.)

MULDER: What’s that? 

DETECTIVE: Selling naked pictures of little kids on his computer. 
(Mulder stops and looks at him, obviously surprised by this 
development. He looks down at two books in his hand.)  
You looking for him for some other reason?

(The first book in Mulder's hand is called, "The Four Horsemen Of 
The Global Domination Conspiracy", the other, “Countdown to the 
Apocalypse”, both written by Kurtzweil.)

MULDER: Yeah .. (pause) I had an appointment for a pelvic examination.
(He looks up at the detective, gives him a goofy grin and the detective
laughs.)

DETECTIVE: You want a call if we turn up this Kurtzweil? 

MULDER: (gives the detective a tap on the arm.) No, don't bother. 

(Mulder leaves the apartment, then exits the building. He stands 
outside looking around,  sees Kurtzweil standing at the entrance 
to the alley. He motions to Mulder to come closer. Mulder enters 
the alley.)

KURTZWEIL: See this crap? Someone knows I'm talking to you. 

MULDER: (sarcastically): 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?  (he smiles hopefully, but Mulder 
gives him a slight snort and smile, then turns and starts to walk away.) 
I was right about Dallas, wasn't I? 

MULDER: (he stops and turns around.)  How? How were you right? 

KURTZWEIL: Are you familiar with the Hanta virus, Agent Mulder? 

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?

(Another police car pulls up to the front of the building. 
Mulder and Kurtzweil walk farther into the alleyway.)

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 sytematic 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: 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 the morgue, Scully is conducting the autopsy. She cuts out 
a piece of the ribcage and holds it up to look at it. It's clear. All of a
sudden, she hears footsteps and sees a soldier and two policemen 
silhouetted in the frosted window of the autopsy room. The soldier 
opens the door, looks around, but finds no Scully. The scene cuts 
to inside the refrigeration room where the bodies are being kept, 
Scully's slowly closing the door behind her. She removes her mask 
and gloves. Her cell phone rings, echoing off the walls, making it 
sound twice as loud as usual. She grabs it quickly and punches 
the button to answer, cutting off the noise.)

MULDER: (over phone) Hey, Scully, it's me... 

SCULLY: (whispering): Yeah?

MULDER: Why are you whispering? 

SCULLY: (whispering): Mulder, I can't really talk right now. 

MULDER: What did you find?

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 have 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: This has nothing to do with common sense. Scully?
Are you there?  Scully?  (she has hung up on him. He slams the 
phone down in anger, opens the door to the phone booth and the 
scene cuts to the soldier opening the door to the refrigerated room
where Scully is. He walks in, the sound of his boots echoing off the
walls, and the camera pans down to show us Scully's hiding place: 
on the floor under one of the gurneys. A substance drips down from 
above, ewwwww.)


DALLAS, TEXAS 
11:21 AM 
FBI FIELD OFFICE

(The scene cuts to an airplane landing. Next we see Mulder walking 
down a hallway with the Field Agent.)

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. 

(They've now entered the lab area, specimens lie on the tables and men 
in lab coats are working on them.)

MULDER: Well, I'm looking for anything out of the ordinary really. Maybe 
something from the FEMA offices where those bodies where found?

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. 

(Scully enters and stands by the doorway, Mulder sees her. 
He points at her and says to the field agent .... )

MULDER: I'd like you to let this person take a look at them, 
if you don't mind. 

(The field agent turns around, sees Scully and turns back to Mulder)

FIELD AGENT: (sighs) Just let me see if I can lay my hands on what 
you're looking for. (he walks off)

(While the field agent is collecting the samples, Scully walks over to
where Mulder is standing and they talk quietly.)

MULDER: I thought you said you weren't coming. 

SCULLY: I wasn't planning on it. Particularly not after spending a 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. 

(She looks over Mulder's shoulder at the field agent, seeing if he's on
his way back before continuing.)

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 returns with the fossils.) 

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: (handing Scully a vial containing some bone fragments)
Right, right, why don't you check this out.

(Scully looks through the microscope, ominous music swells in the
background and she looks up at Mulder, her eyes wide. Mulder turns
to the field agent.)

MULDER: You said you knew the location where these were found?

FIELD AGENT: Show you right on the map. 

(He walks off towards the map, we presume, as Scully and Mulder
look at each other. Mulder's lip curls slightly in a yeah-sure-it-was
an-archeological-dig sneer.)


NORTH TEXAS (BLACKWOOD) 

(The camera pans up with a child as he climbs a slide and stands at
the top, looking over a fence. The music swells again as we see the
other side of the fence. Three large white domes stand in what appears
to be endless desert. Next we see under one of the domes as someone 
removes a silvery tube from a hole (oxygen pump, I believe) as a 
person-sized container is swung over the hole via a winch. Bronschweig
appears in a bio-hazard suit and looks at some gauges at the top 
of the container. He speaks to the men moving the container.)

BRONSCHWEIG: I want all of these settings checked and recalibrated.
I want a steady, negative two degrees celcius throughout the transfer 
of the body after I've administered the vaccine. 

(Bronschweig's hood is pulled up. Next we see him with his head fully
covered by a see-through helmet at the bottom of the ladder leading
into the hole. He walks down the stairs he led Cancer Man down, picks
up the vaccine and turns to face the fireman's body. The chest area is
empty, the alien entity once encased there is gone! Bronschweig's eyes
swell to twice normal size and the music alerts us to his horror. He looks
anxiously around the room for the alien, then whips off his headgear to
get a better view. Finding nothing, he races towards the ladder and yells
up to the men at the top.)

BRONSCHWEIG: It's gone! 

ONE OF THE MEN AT THE TOP: What?!

(Bronschweig begins climbing the ladder.)

BRONSCHWEIG: It's left the body, I think it's gestated!

(He stops climbing as he hears a noise and looks off to the side.)  

ONE OF THE MEN AT THE TOP: What's the matter?

BRONSCHWEIG: Wait ... I can see it. (he climbs back down and 
stands at the bottom. We can see a figure glistening in the darkness.)
Oh ... Jesus .... Lord ....

ONE OF THE MEN AT THE TOP: Ya, ya see it?!

BRONSCHWEIG: So much for little green men. (he begins to fumble
with a pouch on his hip, taking out the needle and a small bottle with
the green liquid vaccine.)  I need you down here!

(The two men at the top of the ladder look at each other, one nods
and the other races away from the hole, we assume he's going for a
bio-hazard suit. Down in the hole, Bronschweig fills the needle with
the vaccine and stands looking for the alien, but he keeps hearing 
noises and is not sure where they're coming from. He twists his head 
from side to side, trying to narrow it down. Suddenly we see a clear 
view of the alien, behind him, straight out of a '50's B-movie, looking 
like a guy in a cheap suit, missing only the zipper up its back. Personal 
opinion, natch. Its claws appear from out of its hand, somewhat like a cat.
Bronschweig sees him, he hears the alien's blood-curdling and hair-raising 
screech and in a flash the alien is all over him like a cheap suit, slicing
his face with his claws. Bronschweig manages to stab the alien with the
needle, it screams again and then Bronschweig drags himself back to
the ladder and holds onto to it for dear life. A group of the men have now
gathered at the top of the hole, one in a bio-hazard suit.)

BRONSCHWEIG: Help! I need help!

(Suddenly the top part of the ladder is pulled aside, the cover is placed
on and Bronschweig, who has begun climbing his end of the ladder,
looks up.)

BRONSCHWEIG: What are you doing?!

(The hole starts to be covered with dirt.)

BRONSCHWEIG: What are you doing?!  Ohhh ....

(From the darkness, the alien grabs him and pulls him down.
We hear a scream ....)


SOMERSET, ENGLAND

(The scream was the playful yell of a small child playing in a lovely
British garden with his friends. They run around for a moment or two
then a woman, possibly the nanny, claps her hands as they run off.
The camera pans to a man seated on the terrace of what appears to
be a huge mansion, watching with a smile. It's the Well-Manicured Man
(WMM). He sips his tea and gives a small chuckle at the goings-on.
A servant appears from out of the mansion.)

SERVANT: Sir, you have a call.

(WMM looks disappointed. He walks inside and picks up a phone.)

WMM: Yes? 

CSM (voice on the phone): We have a situation. The members are 
assembling. 

WMM: Is it an emergency? 

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. 

(From the garden comes a child's yell, not a playful one and WMM
turns towards the window to look. He hangs up the phone and runs
over to the window. One of the children is lying down and holding his
leg. Concern on his face, WMM begins to quickly go outside to see
what has happened.)


LONDON, ENGLAND

(We see the outside of a building, Albert's Hall in the background,
I believe. A black car pulls up in front and WMM gets out. A servant
holds the car door open for him.)

WMM: Has Strughold arrived? 

SERVANT Yes, they're waiting in the library, sir. 

(They enter the building and walk into a room where a group of men,
usually known as The Consortium but now called The Syndicate
since the movie's release, are gathered. In front of them, a monitor
is showing a frozen image of Mulder and Scully as they entered the
morgue. Strughold stands up.)

STRUGHOLD: We began to worry. Some of us have travelled so far
and you are the last to arrive.

WMM: I'm sorry. My grandson fell and broke his leg. 

(Pregnant pause while nobody answers "Gee, sorry to hear that.")

STRUGHOLD: While we have been made to wait, we watched 
surveilance tapes which have raised more concerns. 

WMM: More concerns on what? 

STRUGHOLD: We have been forced to reassess our role in Colonization
by new effects in biology which have .... presented themselves. 

FIRST ELDER: The virus has mutated. 

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 begins to walk towards Strughold, barely containing his anger
and amazement at their foolishness. Well, just a guess there!)

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 labouring under a lie!

(TD NOTE: I have NO idea what the next man's name is in the script
and he only has this one line. I've called him Barney Miller Guy as
I have fond memories of the actor from that TV series, he played the
slimey Internal Affairs cop, Scanlon. I'll update this overslight if I find
out who the heck he is!)

Barney Miller Guy: 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 beggers 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: (shakes his head)  My lateness might just as well have been
absence. A course has already been taken!

CSM: There are complications. (he looks at the surveillance video and
WMM looks as well)  Mulder saw one of the infected bodies that we 
destroyed in Dallas. He's gone back there again. Someone has tipped 
him. 

WMM: Who? 

CSM: Kurtzweil we think. 

WMM: No one believes Kurztweil or his books. He's a toiler, a crank.

FIRST ELDER: Mulder believes. 

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. 

(The scene cuts to Scully, looking out on a vast desert.)


BLACKWOOD, TEXAS

(Scully turns to face Mulder. We see houses behind him.)

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. (the camera pulls back to show our hereos as
tiny figures in the left corner of the screen, the sky above huge and
cloudy, the houses dwarfing them.)  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. 

SCULLY: No. 

(He looks down, dejected, then his gaze wanders to the side.)

MULDER: Look at that. 

(They walk over to an oasis in the surrounding desert, a brand new
playground.)

MULDER: That look like new grass to you? 

SCULLY: Looks pretty green for this climate. 

MULDER: Uh huh.

(They reach the playground, Mulder bends down and picks up a piece
of the sod.)

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. 

(They both look around for any kind of clue and see 3 kids riding
towards them on bikes.)

MULDER: Hey! Hey!

(Mulder and Scully walk towards the kids and they stop their bikes.) 

SCULLY: Do you boys live around here? 

KID: Yeah. 

MULDER: You see anybody diggin' over there? 

KID: 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: We don't even know you. 

SCULLY: Well, we're FBI Agents. 

KID: You're not FBI Agents. 

MULDER: How do you know? 

KID: Cause ya'll look like door-to-door salesmen. (laughs)

MULDER: (he pulls out his badge) Hey, you wanna buy a badge? 

(The kids all look at his impressive badge and spill the beans.)

KID: They left about an hour ago, going that way. 

(He points, then the other two kids point in the same direction.)


TEXAS

(The camera pans stylishly alongside Mulder and Scully's brand new
Oldsmobile Intrigue. Next we see inside as they chat.)

MULDER: Unmarked tanker trucks. What are archeologists hauling 
out in tanker trucks?

SCULLY: I don't know, Mulder.

MULDER: And where are they going with it?

(Scully's consulting her map.)

SCULLY: That's the first question to answer if we're going to find them.

(The stylish Intrigue screeches to a halt at a Stop sign.)

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 puts down the obviously useless map.)

SCULLY: We've got two choices. One of them's wrong.

(Mulder looks left down the long highway.)

MULDER: I think they went left.

(Scully looks to her right.)

SCULLY: I don't know why, I think they went right.

(They look at each other, Mulder looks to the right-side highway
then begins drumming his fingers on the steering wheel as he stares
straight ahead. The car takes off with a squeal. As usual, Mulder's
taking a leap of faith and forging straight ahead. The road's unpaved
and they leave a cloud of dust as they bump along.)

MULDER: Five years together, Scully. How many times I been wrong?
(she rolls her eyes, thinking, do you want a list?!)  Never. (she looks 
at him in shock and mild humour.)  Not driving anyway. 

(The car races ahead, towards we know not where. Miles and miles
of nothingness. Soon, time has passed and nighttime has settled.
The crickets chirp and the car suddenly stops. They've reached what
appears to be a dead end. Scully undoes her seat belt, shoots Mulder 
a disgusted look, exits the car and slams the door shut. Ouch, be 
nice to that Intrigue, Scully, cost The Big Boys a lot of dough!  Mulder 
gently closes his door as he exits. Scully stands in the beams of the
car's headlights and turns around to properly berate him.)

MULDER: I was right about the bomb, wasn't I? 

SCULLY: This is great, this is fitting. 

MULDER: What?  (he pulls out the map.)

SCULLY: I have to be in Washington, D.C. in eleven hours for a hearing,
the outcome of which might possibly effect one of the biggest decisions
of my life, and here I am in the middle of Nowhere, Texas chasing
phantom tanker trucks! 

MULDER: We're not chasing tanker trucks, Scully, we're chasing 
evidence.  (still consulting the useless map.)

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. 

(She looks at him quizzically.)

SCULLY: What do you mean? .... Mulder? .... What are you not 
telling me?  (he is folding the map elaborately, avoiding her stare
and her question.)  Mulder? 

MULDER: (hesitant) The virus may be extraterrestrial.

(She stares at him with her mouth open, he gives a small grin, 
looking like a little kid about to be yelled at by his mommy.)

SCULLY: (rolls her eyes and turns her head)  I don't b ... Mulder, 
I don't ... 

(Her words are cut off by the sound of a train crossing's warning bell,
which is a good thing for young ears out there in Movieland. Ask me
by email what she actually said before the movie's rating was changed,
hoo boy!  Anyway, as the train approaches, they both turn to look and
then Mulder walks towards the tracks.)

SCULLY: What? (she holds her arms out by her sides, asking what
the heck he's getting worked up about)  Mulder, what?!

(She stands behind him as they both watch the train go by. Its cargo
includes white unmarked tanker trucks. He turns to face her, their eyes
meet and together they race back to the car and hop in, a team again
and off in pursuit of The Truth once more. The car follows next to the 
train as it races towards its destination. Soon, the car stops and Mulder
and Scully get out, looking at something we can't see yet.)

SCULLY: What do you think they are?

MULDER: I have no idea.

(They continue to stare at the unseen sight, then begin to walk towards
it. The camera now pans over the crest of the hill Mulder and Scully
have begun to walk down and we see white domes appearing to glow
in the middle of a desert, surrounded by a cornfield. Out of the darkness 
of the night, they arrive at the cornfield and walk through it.)

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. 

(TD NOTE: for our foreign viewers, an explanation: Jiffy-Pop is a brand
of popcorn sold in round metallic pans which are placed directly on
the stove. As the popcorn pops, the foil forms a dome. We also saw
this brand in the episode "Chinga", maybe they're a crew fave. Not 
the best tasting popcorn, in my opinion, but they are cheap and kids
enjoy watching the dome form. Lesson over, put your books away,
there'll be a quiz later.)

(They arrive at the huge domes, look at each other then proceed.
Mulder opens one of the dome's doors and a blast of air from inside
shoots out. They enter, Mulder's tie askew from the wind, Scully's 
raven locks flowing in the breeze. When they close the door behind
them, fans on the ceiling suddenly blast on, startling them. They
walk further in. Inside the dome it's all metal, stark and futuristic.
The sound of Scully's boot heels echo in the structure as they walk
along a raised walkway. To either side of the walkway are box-like
structures, they appear to be grids from the camera's eye view above.)

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.

(Mulder stops and turns to Scully.)

MULDER: You hear something? You hear that? 

(He steps down off the raised walkway, towards the grids and she
follows behind him.)

SCULLY: I hear a humming... 

MULDER: Umm-hmm. (agreeable noise.)

SCULLY: Like electricity, high voltage maybe... 

(Mulder puts his fingertips on one of the grids, then bends down and
places his ear on it, listening.)

MULDER: Maybe... 

(As he listens, Scully looks up towards the roof.)

MULDER: Maybe not. 

(He lifts his head and follows her gaze to the roof. Suddenly, flaps
in the roof open up.)

MULDER: Scully? 

SCULLY: Yeah? 

MULDER: Run!! 

(The vents in the floor grids begin to blast open one by one, hundreds 
of bees pour out into the air, seeming to head for the roof's open vents,
but clouding the air with their quantity. Mulder and Scully grab their
jackets and pull them over their heads as they run towards the door
which led them in. Mulder has a good lead on her and twists around
as he runs to see where she is.)

MULDER: Scully! 

SCULLY: I can't see! 

(Mulder turns back and runs towards Scully.) 

MULDER: Grab my hand!

(He grabs her arm and they run toward the door, stopping before they
exit to stamp their feet under the doorway's fans to remove the bees
from their clothing. They finally run out the door, Scully's hair a tangled
mess as they brush themselves off.)

MULDER: Did you get stung?

SCULLY: I don't think so. 

(Their attention is drawn to a strange sound. They both walk away from
the dome and stare into the corn. A light appears, could it be a UFO?!
Nope, it's the searchlight from one of two black helicopters!  Mulder
and Scully begin to run through the crops to escape the copters. 
Huge Big Screen action as the camera pans over the helicopters, 
the lights play over the corn as they seek out our heroes, Mulder runs, 
Scully runs, Scully crouches in the tall corn, Mulder soon follows suit, 
then calls out to her as he can't find her.)

MULDER: Talk to me, Scully! Sculllllllyyyyy!  Dammit! Scully! 
Scully! Scully! Scully!  (he runs from crouching spot to crouching
spot, calling her name in desperation.)

SCULLY: Mulder!  (she tries to follow the sound of his voice.)

MULDER: Sculllllllyyyyy! 

SCULLY: Mulder!

MULDER: Can you hear me?!!!!

(He continues to run, calling her name again and again.)

MULDER: Scully! Scully! Scully!

SCULLY: Mulder!

MULDER: Scully! Scully, talk to me!!!

(Scully pops out of the corn, not far from him, they run towards each
other, then as a team they begin racing towards their car. Suddenly,
Scully turns around, noticing the silence.)

SCULLY: Where'd they go? 

(The helicopters have disappeared. Mulder grabs her shoulder, 
pushing her onwards.)

MULDER: Come on.

(They climb back up the hill. The domes and corn are silent again.)


OFFICE OF PROFESSIONAL REVIEW
WASHINGTON, DC

(We see A.D. Jana Cassidy looking at some papers then checking
her watch. Scully is late for her hearing. In the hallway, A.D. Skinner
stands watch, his hands on his manly hips (sorry, personal opinion!).
Scully arrives, brushing down her unruly suit. She spots a mirror and
after a glance at Skinner she quickly straightens herself up as best
she can in the mirror. Skinner enters the hearing room.)

SKINNER: She's coming in.

(He holds the door open for Scully as she enters the room and walks
swiftly to her seat, her hair still not quite in place.)

A.D. CASSIDY: Special Agent Scully?

SCULLY: Yes, I apologize for making you wait. I have new evidence. 

A.D. CASSIDY: Evidence of what?

(Not answering the question, as she doesn't really know herself, Scully 
pulls an evidence bag out of her briefcase and holds it up. She speaks 
cautiously, knowing she'll be taken to task for her actions.)

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? 

SCULLY: Yes… 

(The scene cuts to Casey's Bar as Mulder arrives and seeks out
Kurtzweil who is seated in a booth. Mulder slides into the booth, all
wide-eyed and nervous about the news he brings. They speak softly,
to keep the curious at bay.)

KURTZWEIL: You found something? 

MULDER: Yeah. On the Texas border, some kind of experiment,
something they excavated and was brought there in tanker trucks.

KURTZWEIL: What?

MULDER: I'm not sure ... a virus, I think.

(Kurtzweil appears stunned, it's hard to tell as he's always so
bug-eyed and excited. The scene cuts back to the hearing.)

SCULLY: .... and I also have reason to believe that ... there may 
have been some involvment by Special Agent In Charge Michaud.

A.D. CASSIDY: Those are very serious allegations, Agent Scully.

SCULLY: Yes, I know.

(Back to Casey's Bar)

KURTZWEIL: You saw this experiment?

MULDER: Yeah, but we were chased off.

KURTZWEIL: What did it look like?

MULDER: There were bees ... corn crops ...

(Kurtzweil appears shocked/excited/confused, you choose.
Back to the hearing.)

A.D. CASSIDY: …and you have conclusive evidence of this?  
Something to tie this claim of yours to the crime?

SCULLY: Nnn ... not completely conclusive … I hope to but we 
are ... in the process of ... we're working towards gathering that 
evidence.

(During this hesitating speech, the camera shows us something
poor Scully can't see. Somehow, through the huge fans and 
shaking off at the domes, the corn field chase, the run for their car, 
the drive to the airport, the airplane ride, the drive to the hearing and
even Scully's last suit brush off ... a single dedicated bee has 
managed to hide under the collar of Scully's jacket and it now begins 
its slow ascent up and over her shoulder towards the back of her neck.
Little theory I'm working on here, might it be attracted to the implant 
she has in her pretty little neck?  See the episodes "Redux" and 
"Redux 2" if this confuses you or you haven't seen season 5 yet.)

A.D. CASSIDY: Working with ...? 

SCULLY: (hesitating): …with Agent Mulder. 

(Back to Casey’s Bar.)

MULDER: What are they? 

(Kurtweil pauses as he doesn't have a sweet clue.)

KURTZWEIL: What do you think? 

MULDER: A transportation system. Transgeneric crops that are 
polygenically altered to carry a virus. 

KURTZWEIL: That would be my guess. 

(He dabs his mouth on a napkin, looks around, gets up and starts
to walk away. Mulder is stunned and gets up to follow him.)

MULDER: Guess? What do you mean "your guess"?!  Hey!

(Mulder grabs Kurtweil's shoulder and turns him around to face him.)

MULDER: You told me you had answers!

KURTZWEIL: Yeah, well… I don’t have 'em all… 

MULDER: (disgusted): You didn’t know my father… 

KURTZWEIL: Like I told you, he and I were old friends… 

MULDER: (angrily): You’ve been using me!  You’ve been using me 
to gather information for your god-damned books! 

(Kurtweil is looking left and right to see if anyone is paying attention
as Mulder's voice has risen.)

KURTZWEIL: Lower your voice! 

(Kurtzweil leaves through the back exit. 
Mulder follows him into the alley.)

MULDER: Kurtzweil? Kurtzweil! 

(Kurtweil stops and turns to Mulder.)

KURTZWEIL: Yeah, well, you’d be shit out of luck if it wasn’t for me!
You saw what you saw 'cause I led you to it!  (he stabs Mulder in the
chest with his finger for emphasis.)  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!

(Kurtweil walks off leaving Mulder to ponder it all. Mulder hears 
footsteps above him on the fire escape. He looks up and we see
it's The First Elder, not sure if Mulder can tell as the sun is in his
eyes. Mulder stalks off, appears to open the doorway to the bar
and next we see him enter his apartment.)


MULDER'S APARTMENT

(Mulder goes right to his desk and pulls open a drawer. He fumbles
around for something, then pulls out a family photo album we've never
seen before. When did this dysfunctional family ever take the time to
capture a Kodak moment?!  Apparently quite often as Mulder thumbs 
through a few pages and finds what he's looking for .... a picture 
taken at a family picnic ... a young Kurtzweil stands with a grin on
his face and a drink his hand. Mulder stares at the proof in his hand.
Kurtzweil DID know his father, he told him the truth. Mulder sits and
stares for a moment, there's a knock on his door, Scully doesn't wait
for an answer and opens the door. She stands there looking like she's
been figuratively and literally put through the wringer. Her jacket is
undone and her shirt is untucked.)

MULDER: What's wrong? 

SCULLY: Salt Lake City, Utah. Transfer effective immediately. 

(Mulder turns his body away from her, throws his head back, his 
eyes to the heavens with a this-can't-be-happening attitude.)

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!  (he finally turns in his 
chair to look at her)  We're on the verge!

SCULLY: You're on the verge, Mulder. Please don't do this to me. 

(Mulder leaps out of his chair and walks over to Scully.)

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 looks at her with that hurt puppy dog look in his eyes.
She drops her eyes from his and turns to leave.)

SCULLY: I gotta go.  

(He waits for a moment, then Mulder follows her out into the hallway.)

MULDER: You wanna tell yourself that so you can quit with a clear
conscience, you can, but you're wrong!

(She stops and turns to face 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've kept me honest ... 
you've made me a whole person. I owe you everything ... Scully, 
and you owe me nothing. 

(Through this speech, Scully looks at him in shock as his honesty
flows out. Her eyes begin to fill with tears. Yeah, okay, mine did too.)

MULDER: I don't know if I wanna do this alone... I don't even know 
if I can ... and if I quit now, they win. 

(Scully's tears begin to silently flow. Her lovely bottom lip quivering
with emotion, she falls into him, holding him tightly as his arms
enfold her. She closes her eyes as her tears fall onto his shoulder.
She pulls back and kisses him on his forehead, then gently rests
her own forehead on his, still crying. Mulder slowly pulls her face 
back so he can look at her, his hands resting on the back of her 
head. She looks into his eyes, her hands resting on the back of his
head as well. Her tears flow, her lip quivers, she sees something
in his eyes which tells her they're both thinking the same thing,
at least to me, anyway. They both lean in for The Kiss ... lips do
touch for a brief, shining second ... then she suddenly grabs the
back of her own neck and says ...)

SCULLY: Ow! 

MULDER: (thinking he's done something wrong)  I'm sorry. 

SCULLY: Something stung me. 

(Mulder reaches down and plucks out the bee, holding it in his
fingers, its little legs squirming in the air.)

MULDER: Must've gotten in your shirt. 

SCULLY: Mulder ... something's wrong.

MULDER: What?

SCULLY: I'm having lacinating pain in ...

MULDER: What?

SCULLY: ... my chest.

MULDER: Scully ...

SCULLY: My motor functions are being affected.

(She begins to fall into Mulder and he grabs her.)

MULDER: Scully ...

(Mulder gently but quickly lays her down upon the hallway floor)

SCULLY: My pulse is thready ... a funny taste in the back of 
my throat.

MULDER: I think you're going into anaphylaxic shock.

SCULLY: No ... I have no alergy.

(Mulder runs into his apartment and grabs the phone. 
He dials 911 with the emergency button.)

MULDER: (on phone): This is Special Agent Fox Mulder, 
I have an emergency!  I have an agent down!

(Next we see Scully being placed on a gurney.)

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.

(Scully is loaded into the ambulance.)

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.

PARAMEDIC 1: Virus?

MULDER: Will you tell that to the doctor?

Various Paramedics Voices: "... virus ... advise ... reaction ... stat!

MULDER: What hos ... what hospital are ... ((the ambulance door 
closes, Mulder goes to the driver)  What hospital are you taking her to?

(The ambulance driver just looks back at him. He pulls a gun and 
fires at Mulder's head. Mulder falls. Seconds later, another 
ambulance, the real one, pulls up. The scene cuts to an airport 
runway as a cargo plane lands. The ambulance pulls up, and 
soldiers move out a familiar-looking person-sized container. 
It's Scully!  She's moved into the plane as we see Cancer Man 
lighting a ciggie, waiting inside the plane. The soldiers run off, 
the door closes and we see Cancer Man take a drag. The screen 
goes black, we hear voices.)

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.

(The screen now shows a close-up view of our boys, The Lone 
Gunmen, as they hover over Mulder's hospital bed. Mulder is 
being fed oxygen through a tube in his nose, his head wrapped in 
bandages.)

FROHIKE: Hey, Mulder?  Mulder?

MULDER: Oh my God. Cowardly Lion, Scarecrow … Toto!

(Frohike's not pleased with the joke, but at least his friend is all right.
Mulder tries to sit up and winches in pain, holding his head.)

MULDER: What am I doing here? 

BYERS: The bullet grazed your brow and (by itself?) your temporal 
plate.

LANGLY: A few centimeters to the left and we’d all be playing harps 
right now. 

FROHIKE: You've been unconscious since they brought you in.

MULDER: (shooting up in the bed) Where's Scully?! 

BYERS: We put together you called 911. That call must have been 
intercepted. 

FROHIKE: Scully had a reaction to an Africanized honeybee we 
found in your hall.

(Frohike holds up a vial containing the bee.)

MULDER: I’ve got to get to her.

(Mulder attempts to stand up, is woozy and staggers a bit before
sitting right back down. His door opens and Skinner walks in, going
quickly to the staggering Mulder and helping to hold him up before
he falls on his butt.)

SKINNER: Mulder, easy, easy… look, 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 half-looks around at Langly, thinks a minute then formulates
a plan.)

MULDER: You can strip Byers naked… 

BYERS: What?!

(Mulder reassures him they haven't slipped into a gizzie-penned 
fanfic! Newsgroup joke, ask if you need explaining.)

MULDER: I need your clothes. 

(Mulder begins to tenderly remove his head bandage, winching again.
Next we see Langly, Frohike, and Mulder, disguised as Byers, exit 
the room. The guard outside the room looks in and sees "Byers" 
lying on the hospital bed and Skinner pacing beside him talking into
his cell phone. The three men walk down a hallway, Mulder's suit
just a teeny bit too small for him and he picks up his cell phone.)

MULDER: (into phone)  It’s Mulder… 

(Langly closes the exit door behind Mulder. Next we see Mulder 
running down a nighttime street, ditching his jacket as he runs.
The scene changes to an alleyway as Kurtweil walks along, his
senses alert to any footsteps behind him. He goes to open what
we assume is the alleyway door to Casey's Bar and is shocked to
be confronted by .... The Well-Manicured Man!)

WMM: Dr. Kurtzweil, isn't it?  Dr. Alvin Kurtzweil?

(Kurtzweil backs away, turns around and begins walking quickly 
down the alley. A black car pulls into the other end of the alley, 
trapping him. The driver gets out, Kurtzweil stares in shock and
concern and we cut to inside Casey's Bar as Mulder bursts in the
door. He looks around the bar for Kurtzweil, but doesn't see him. 
Mulder leaves through the back door, entering the alleyway. He
sees WMM and his driver slamming the trunk of their car closed.
WMM turns to face Mulder.)

WMM: Mr. Mulder. 

MULDER: What happened to Kurtzweil? 

WMM: He's come and gone. 

MULDER: I want to know where Scully is. 

WMM: (holds up a small pouch) The location of Agent Scully and 
the means to save her life. (gesturing to the car) Please.... 

(Mulder contemplates this offer for a minute, then figuring he has
nothing more to lose, he walks to the car as he and WMM never
take their eyes off each other. They each open their own doors
and enter the car. It takes off immediately. As they cruise past
The White House, WMM hands Mulder the pouch.)

MULDER: What is it?

(As WMM speaks, Mulder opens the pouch and pulls out a small
bottle of green liquid and a piece of paper with this written on it:

South 83º Lat
East 63º Long)

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. 

MULDER: You're lying. 

WMM: No. Though I have no means to prove otherwise.The virus is 
extraterriestrial. We know very little about it except that it was the 
original inhabitant of this planet. 

MULDER: (unbelieving) 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: (smiling in disbelief)  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. 

(Mulder lets it all sink in, the driver eyes look at him through the
rear-view mirror. Darn good driver if he ain't watching the road!)

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 looks ahead, possibly at the driver. 
Mulder looks at the driver.) 

MULDER: Where's Dr. Kurtzweil? (no response)  I'd like to get 
out of the car now. (to the driver)  Stop the car! 

WMM: Driver. (the car pulls to a stop in yet another alleyway.)  
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.

(Suddenly, WMM grabs a gun (from his lap?)  and shoots the 
driver in the back of the head, BLAMMO!  Mulder recoils.)

MULDER: Ow!

WMM: Trust no one, Mr. Mulder.  

(WMM opens his own door and exits, holding the door open.)

WMM: Get out of the car. 

MULDER: Why? The upholstery is already ruined. 

WMM: Get out of the car! (Mulder scoots over to WMM's door and
exits the car.) You have precious little time. (Mulder slams the door 
shut angrily.)  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! 

(WMM points his gun in Mulder's face. Mulder starts to walk away, 
WMM opens his door again, a rat scuttles past (Hi, Krycek!), WMM 
reenters the limo, closes the door and it explodes, knocking Mulder
off his feet. He sits on the ground watching the flames burn, then pulls
out the pouch and checks to see that the bottle is still intact. It is.
He puts it back in the pouch, gets up and after one last look at the
burning car, begins to run for his life.)



WILKES LAND, ANTARCTICA
48 HOURS LATER

(Through the vast whiteness of the snow-covered land we see a small
black dot. It's Mulder driving a Sno-Cat. He wipes away the condensation
forming on the inside of his window and squints his eyes to see where
he's going. The camera shows his vehicle leaving tracks in the virgin 
snow. He whacks his gas gauge and it keeps flipping back to empty.
He checks the coordinates again, stops the Sno-Cat and holds up a
hand-held thingy which tells him he's at the exact place he's supposed
to be. He looks out the window at a hillside, sighs and we next see
him struggling up the hill. He reaches the top, slips a little, then 
hunkers down and looks at a base of some kind in the distance.
He whips out a pair of binoculars and looks through to see more
Sno-Cats lined up, one of them moving. It stops, he adjust the power
to see closer and spots Cancer Man in the vehicle. He puts the
binoculars away and starts to walk towards the base. It soon turns
into a jog as he gets closer, but he suddenly falls through the ice as
it collapses beneath his feet. He falls quite a way through a snowy
tunnel, then lands in an icy crevice. He takes a minute to catch his
breath, stands up slowly and peers down a hole leading off from the
crevice, steam rising from it. He positions himself so he can crawl
down this hole and turns around at the end so he drops feet-first
onto a huge metallic structure. It's a type of hallway and on either
side of him are containers of some sort. He whips out his flashlight
to investigate further. Wiping the snow away from one of the 
containers, a cryopod, he spots a prehistoric man encased in ice.)

(Meanwhile, back on the surface, a Sno-Cat drives up, Cancer Man
seated inside, and it stops. Cancer Man looks at Mulder's abandoned
Sno-Cat and takes a slow puff of his ciggie.)

(Back under the ice, Mulder finds stacks and stacks of these 
coffin-like cryopods, piled row upon row. He walks further into the 
structure and finds an area opened up, somewhat like a hospital's 
operating theatre. He stands in the middle and looks in awe at the 
huge structure before his eyes. Hundreds, more than likely thousands
of these rows stand before him. Where to begin looking for Scully?
A movement catches his eye near the bottom of the rows. A rack
of these cryopods are moving as if on a conveyer belt. He looks
through his binoculars, but I can't tell you what he sees, it's very
vague!  Must have seen something though as he springs into action.
He begins to maneuver his way down to the moving cryopods, 
hanging by his hands, his feet dangling over the edge. Suddenly,
he loses his grip and shouts ...)

MULDER: Oh, shit!

(... as he begins to fall helplessly. He falls down the side of a wall,
sliding out of control until he lands harshly on a ledge, hanging by
one hand as he teeters over the edge. A bottomless well of metal
lies below, the belly of the beast-ship. Using his legs and feet to
anchor himself, he makes his way around the edge-corner and 
ends up sitting, catching his breath. The flashlight in use again, 
he slides gently over a huge cylinder, landing on a walkway. At 
the end, he finds an empty cryopod ... containing Scully's clothes 
and her cross necklace. He grips the necklace in one hand and 
sets off determined to find her. He comes upon a rack of the 
cryopods, shining his flashlight from one to another, a frozen face
in each caught by his beams. The eyes on each one are open in
shock, their mouths held open by a tube, a picture of silent horror.
Finally, the flashlight lands on his quarry .... Scully!  Using his hand
and then the butt of his flashlight, he begins to hammer at the ice
keeping her captive.)

(Back above the ice, we see a Sno-Cat driving, then we cut to 
somewhere else inside the base, a flurry of activity as soldiers
scurry about and Cancer Man barks instructions.)

CSM: Secure the station!  I want everyone else down below! 
If you're not armed, arm yourselves!  We have a breach!

(Cut back to Mulder who has now hauled off a piece of a nearby
cryopod and is pounding on the ice as he desperately tries to save
her from her ice-coffin.)

(Cut to Cancer Man hustling his men down some ladders.)

CSM: Let's go, let's go!

(Back to Mulder as he finally breaks through the ice releasing an 
ocean of goo which encased her naked body. He pulls away the
few remaining shards of ice and stares at her face. Is he too late?
Mulder unwraps the bottle of vaccine and fills the needle. He injects
the vaccine into Scully and it's effect is immediate. Within the tube 
connected to her mouth a liquid appears to retreat from her body,
the tube begins to shrivel and die.)

MULDER: Scully?

(As he goes to touch the now dead tube and pull it from Scully's mouth, 
a violent shaking takes over the ship, a reaction to the vaccine's
unwanted intrusion.)

(Cut to Cancer Man in a room full of equipment and monitors. 
A man is seated in front of a monitor showing a graph of some kind.)

MAN LOOKING AT GRAPH: There's a contaminate in the sytem!

(Cancer Man looks at the graph in shock.)

CSM: Mulder has the vaccine!

(Back to Mulder. The cryopod hallway he's in begins to fill with steam
as it shoots out from the floor and ceiling. Mulder turns back to Scully
and sees her move. He grabs the tube and begins to drag it out of her
throat. Once it's all removed, and it's a long sucker, so it takes a sec
or two, Mulder stares at her, waiting for a sign of some kind.)

MULDER: Breathe! Scully, can you breathe?!

(Scully begins to cough, spitting out what's left of the slimy goo. 
Finally she starts breathing on her own, gasping her each sweet
taste of oxygen. She tries to speak and barely manages a weak ..)

SCULLY: Cold ... I'm cold.

MULDER: I'm going to get you out of there. 

(He starts to whack away at the ice with a metallic cylinder next to
him, probably shaken loose by the rocking and rolling the ship is
still experiencing.)

(Cut to the graph/monitor room, sparks flying from various machines
as the men are tossed like ragdolls. It's time to give up the ship, boys.)

CSM: Abandon your posts! Evacuate!

(Cancer Man walks towards one of the ladders the men are now
scrambling down. Another man stops and says ..)

MAN: What's happened?!

CSM: It's all gone to hell!

MAN: But, what about Mulder?!

CSM: He'll never make it!

(Never say never, Old Smokey! We cut back to Mulder as he gently
lifts a naked Scully out of the cryopod, her body glistening with goo,
and lays her down on the floor. Next we see him carrying her. She's
now wearing some of Mulder's clothing, right down to a pair of boots,
don't ask me where THEY came from! He reaches the bottom of a 
metallic shaft, sunlight beaming down upon them.)

(Cut to outside as an alarm sounds and men race out from the domes,
running for the various Sno-Cats. Cancer Man gets into one, his mouth
dangling open in shock as it "all falls apart". The vehicles drive off.)

(Back to Mulder and Scully as drags her up a ladder. Far below 
them, the defrosting has begun and water drips down the walls.)

(From above, we see the Sno-Cats leaving, one passing within
inches of the top of a shaft leading to our hereos.)

(Cut to inside where Mulder and Scully have found a momentary 
resting place. Scully is coughing and weak. Mulder urges her on.)

MULDER: We gotta keep moving. Come on!

SCULLY: I can't.

MULDER: Yeah, you can.

(Mulder picks her up and carrys her in a fireman's life, over his
shoulders. He walks down a row of crypods, all ominously dripping
with water from the defrosting ice. He spots a vent.)

MULDER: Scully, reach up and grab that vent! 

(Suddenly, he spots movement in one of the pods. The creatures
within have begun to stir. The vaccine has affected the whole structure,
as the bodies were all obviously attached to the one creature.)

MULDER: Scully, grab the vent!  (no response) Scully? 

(He looks at her face on his shoulder, she's passed out. Mulder 
slides her off his shoulders, placing her on the floor and checks 
for a pulse. The creatures nearby, still encased in the swiftly melting
ice are now violently thrashing about and emitting their high-pitched 
screams. With one eye on the creatures and one eye on Scully, 
Mulder begins performing a mean version of CPR.)

MULDER: Please, breathe. Breathe ... breathe .... BREATHE!

(Scully begins to cough and splutter as she regains consciousness.)

MULDER: Breathe in, breathe in, breathe!

(She begins to try and speak, he has to place his ear almost on her 
mouth to hear.)

SCULLY: I had you big time. 

(She smiles at him. No time for jokes, Scully, the aliens are coming!
As Mulder pulls her to her feet, the ice-encased cryopods around
them start to crack open as the creatures within begin to break free.
He holds her up to the vent above her.)

MULDER: Grab the vent. Pull!  PULL!

(Scully grabs the vent and pulls herself up. Mulder starts to climb 
up. One of the aliens breaks the pod and reaches out with its hand 
for Mulder. It grabs Mulder's leg. Scully stops and turns his head.) 

SCULLY: Mulder! 

MULDER: Keep moving, Scully! 

(Mulder kicks it away and pulls himself up. They both climb through 
the tunnel, Mulder yelling encouragement from behind.)

MULDER: Go! Go! Come on!

(He keeps checking behind him as the alien screams continue,
looking for any which may be chasing them. The light at the end 
of the proverbial tunnel gets brighter as they climb on.)

MULDER: Almost there, keep going!

(They pull themselves up to where Mulder first stopped after he fell
through the ice, a slight turn in the vent. Just as Mulder clears the
turn, an alien lashes out from behind but is cut off by the twist in
the tunnel. They step over the part where Mulder first fell all the way
down and make their way out the hole he originally made. Scully
falls onto the snow, exhausted and Mulder perches next to her on
one knee. He hears a sound and looks around for the origin. It's the
ice ... it's cracking under their feet!  He grabs Scully and throws one
of her arms over his shoulder as they begin to run away. He stops 
for some ungodly reason and looks back seeing vents of steam 
starting to shoot out of the ice. They begin to run again as the ice
begins cracking and falling away causing a huge crater to form.
Suddenly the crater overtakes them and they disappear into the 
hole, but next we see them shoot into the air and slide off of the 
surface of the rising ship. They land on the edge of the crater. 
Mulder watches the spaceship as it flies overhead, his face glows 
with a heart-melting grin of childlike wonder and awe. Scully's face 
is turned towards the snow, too tired to move, as Mulder says, 
almost along with the audience ...)

MULDER: Scully, ya gotta see this!  Scully!

(It's quiet, it's barely a mutter above a whisper, but we hear ...)

SCULLY: I see it.

(Spent from exhaustion, Mulder drops his head into the snow. 
Scully, finding the strength God gave 20 hearty men, scoots her 
body over to cover him from the freezing cold. She lifts his into her
arms and cradles him as the camera pans back to show two lone 
figures perched alone on the edge of the bottomless crater left by 
the departing spaceship. Cut to Washington and don't start with me
on how they got out of the Antarctic, there was extra gas can in the
Sno-Cat, I don't know!)


OFFICE OF PROFESIONAL REVIEW
WASHINGTON, DC

(Scully is seated before the review board, her lovely face marked 
by the effects of her ordeal, frostbite and scratches.)

CASSIDY: In light report on 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. 

(While she speaks, we see a man entering the field office where the
fossilized samples were kept. In the darkness of the closed office
his flashlight lands on the tray containing the samples and he takes
it away.)

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. 

SCULLY: What is it you find incredible?

CASSIDY: Well, where would you like me to start? 

(As we hear them speak, over the next couple of passages, we cut
to somewhere in America's heartland as a freshly-painted tanker 
truck is prepared. The new sign painted on the side reads "Nature's
Best Corn Oil". Next we see soldiers with flame torches setting a 
corn field ablaze.)

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.

CASSIDY: Most of what I find in here is lacking a coherent picture 
of any organization with an attributible motive. I realize the ordeal 
you've endured has clearly affected you. But 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.

(Scully stands up and walks over to the board, positioning herself
directly in front of A.D. Cassidy. She places the vial containing the 
bee found in Mulder's hallway on the table, Cassidy picks it up and
looks closely at it.)

SCULLY: I don't believe the FBI currently has an investigative unit 
qualified to pursue the evidence in hand.

(Scully then turns and leaves the room. Skinner looks at Cassidy,
then the entire panel turns to stare at him. What are ya gonna do
about THIS, Skinner?)



THE CAPITAL MALL

(Mulder is sitting on a bench by the reflecting pool reading a 
newspaper. He stares at a headline: "Local Hanta Virus Outbreak
In Northern Texas Contained", looks up and sees Scully walking
toward him. When she arrives, he hands her the paper.)

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 in transgenic crops.

(He gets up and starts to walk away. She joins him.)

MULDER: You're wasting your time, Scully. They'll never believe you, 
not unless your story can be programmed, categorized, or easily 
referenced. 

SCULLY: Well, then we'll go over their heads. 

(He stops and turns to her.)

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 were 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 clasps his hand)  ... If I quit now, they win.

(Hand in hand they walk off into the sunset .... sort of anyway.)


FOUM TATAOUINE, TUNISIA

(A helicopter flies over the vast desert. We then see CSM walking
next to a cornfield, a native man yelling something in Tunisian into
the crop. From out of the corn comes Strughold. He walks over to
CSM.) 

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. 

(From out of his pocket, he pulls a telegram and hands it to Strughold.
He reads it then drops it to the ground and walks away. CSM looks
down at the telegram, it reads: 

"X-FILES RE-OPENED. STOP. PLEASE ADVISE. STOP." 

CSM looks up, then walks away. The camera pans above the scene
to show the huge cornfield in the middle of the desert ...)

THE END

=============================================

The X-Files

US Release Date: June 19, 1998

Screenplay: Chris Carter
Story by Chris Carter and Frank Spotnitz
Director: Rob Bowman

A 20th Century Fox release of a Ten Thirteen Production

Produced by Chris Carter and Daniel Sackheim
Executive Producer: Lata Ryan
Coproducer: Frank Spotnitz
Associate producer: Mary Astadounian
Assistant Director: Josh McLaglen
Camera (Deluxe color, Panavision widescreen): Ward Russell
Editor: Stephen Mark
Music: Mark Snow
Production Designer: Christopher Nowak
Art Directors: Gregory Bolton and Hugo Santiago
Set Decorator: Jackie Carr
Costume Designer: Marlene Stewart
Sound (Dolby digital): Geoffrey Patterson
Special Makeup Effects: Alec Gillis and Tom Woodruff Jr.
Visual Effects Supervisor: Mat Beck
Special Effects Coordinator: Paul Lombardi

STARRING:
David Duchovny as Special Agent Fox Mulder
Gillian Anderson as Special Agent Dana Scully

Guest Cast:
Martin Landau as Dr. Alvin Kurtzweil
Armin Mueller-Stahl as Conrad Strughold
Blythe Danner as Assistant Director Jana Cassidy
William B. Davis as Cancer Man
John Neville as The Well-Manicured Man
Mitch Pileggi as Assistant Director Walter Skinner
Jeffrey DeMunn as Dr. Ben Bronschweig
Terry O'Quinn as Darius Michaud
Glenne Headly as Barmaid
Lucas Black as Stevie
Gary Grubbs as Fire Chief
Dean Haglund as Langly
Bruce Harwood as Byers
Tom Braidwood as Frohike

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