SCULLY: What are you guys doing here?

FROHIKE: Mulder's in trouble.

LANGLY: Big trouble.

SCULLY: What do you mean?

BYERS: Let's take a walk.

SCULLY: Okay, where are we going?

(They walk a few paces away from her desk.)

FROHIKE: The walls have ears.

SCULLY: (impatient) I have ears. Will you tell me what's going on?

BYERS: Mulder's disappeared.

SCULLY: Disappeared from where?

LANGLY: From the national reconnaissance office's lacrosse
mid-latitude imaging radar satellite.

(LANGLY hands her a photo.)

SCULLY: I don't understand. What am I looking at?

FOWLEY: A whole lot of nothing.

BYERS: We pulled that down 45 minutes ago off the NRO satellite,
which early this morning sent a picture of a ship which inexplicably
appeared in the middle of the Atlantic.

LANGLY: The SS Queen Anne which by all accounts vanished without
a trace over sixty years ago.

SCULLY: The Queen Anne? The British luxury liner?

FROHIKE: That's correct.

SCULLY: It was torpedoed by a German U-boat.

LANGLY: That's one story.

SCULLY: There's another?

BYERS: Though her exact position was kept secret for fear spies
might give her up to the Axis. It's been reasonably determined that
the Queen Anne was just south of the Plantagenet bank when she
went missing.

FROHIKE: Less than sixty feet of water yet she's never been found.

SCULLY: So you're saying the Queen Anne just disappeared.

LANGLY: Into the Bermuda triangle.

FROHIKE: And reappeared this morning at 6:49 a.m. Eastern
Standard Time.

SCULLY: That's impossible.

BYERS: Satellite doesn't lie.

SCULLY: There's nothing on here.

BYERS: We gave the original images to Mulder so he could use
them as navigational aids.

LANGLY: He was in a hurry.

SCULLY: To get where?

FROHIKE: Out to the Queen Anne before anyone else got there first.

SCULLY: He's gone out here?

BYERS: He went to Bermuda and chartered a powerboat out of Hamilton
Harbor. We tracked him on the satellite for an hour and a half.

LANGLY: Until a storm blew in and obscured all transmissions.

FROHIKE: That's what you're holding.

SCULLY: What's happened to him?

BYERS: We can't know that. Not without alternative tracking data.
Which is why we're here.

LANGLY: Without good data, all we can do is wait and hope for the best.

FROHIKE: Yeah, but expect the worst.

SCULLY: Well, we have to get help.

(SCULLY goes back to her desk and doesn't stop moving for the rest
of the scene.)

BYERS: Without a position he's a needle in a haystack.

SCULLY: What do you need?

BYERS: Navy AWACS SLAR or SAR 100 K swath imaging.
You're going to have to find somebody at the Pentagon to get it.

SCULLY: (writing down the information) Wait for me downstairs.

(SCULLY takes her note and leaves the GUNMEN. She walks
purposefully down the hall and into SKINNER's SECRETARY's office.)

SCULLY: (to SKINNER's SECRETARY) I need to speak with him.

SKINNER'S SECRETARY: Could you please take a seat?

SCULLY: Is he in?

SKINNER'S SECRETARY: Yes, he's on his phone.

SCULLY: Sorry, this can't wait.

(SCULLY walks into SKINNER's office. He is on the phone.)

SCULLY: Sir?

SKINNER: (on phone) Could you hold on a minute?
(to SCULLY) What is it, Agent Scully?

SCULLY: I just received some very disturbing information, sir.
I need your help.

SKINNER: (on phone) I'll call you back in five. (puts down phone and
turns to SCULLY) You can't come rushing in here.

(They speak quietly and urgently.)

SCULLY: Sir, I couldn't waste time explaining myself to your assistant.

SKINNER: Tell me what is so urgent.

SCULLY: It's about Agent Mulder. He's done something incredibly rash.

SKINNER: I can't.

SCULLY: He may be lost at sea.

SKINNER: I can't, Agent Scully.

SCULLY: You can't what?

SKINNER: I can't help you. There's nothing I can do.

SCULLY: This isn't for me; it's for Agent Mulder.

SKINNER: My hands are tied. I'm not your direct superior any longer.

SCULLY: Don't you want to know what this is about?

(They walk back toward door.)

SKINNER: No, I don't. I don't even what to hear it.

SCULLY: (pleading) Sir, this is about a man's life.

SKINNER: (louder) I'm not allowed to have contact with you--
any contact with either you or Mulder.

SKINNER'S SECRETARY: She walked right past me, sir.

(SCULLY closes the door between the offices.)

SKINNER: You're out of line, Scully.

SCULLY: No, sir, you're out of line. I'm sorry, but I'm coming to you
for help and I've got nowhere else to go. I would hope that after everything
that we have been through that you would at least have the courtesy and
the decency and not to mention the respect to listen to what I have to say.
Now, all I need is information. (SKINNER takes SCULLY's note and
glances over it.) You don't have to do anything else. Look, sir, if you
know anybody at the Office of Naval Intelligence it would be of great help.

SKINNER: (after a pause, hands back the note) I could lose my job,
my pension, I could even be subject to legal action.

(SCULLY sighs in exasperation and starts to open the door, but SKINNER
slams it back shut and keeps his hand on it.)

SKINNER: Use your head, Scully. It'll save your ass.

SCULLY: Save your own ass, sir. You'll save your head along with it.

(SCULLY crosses to the double doors that lead directly out of SKINNER's
office, looks back a moment, then goes out into the hall. She goes down
the hall to a very cool version of the X-Files theme and gets on a crowded
elevator and roughly hits a button. She waits impatiently as the car rises,
slapping the paper in her hands sharply, getting a very odd look from
another female passenger, then quickly exits, accidentally hitting a fellow
passenger with the note as she does.)

WOMAN IN THE ELEVATOR: Ouch!

SCULLY: (turning quickly) Sorry.

(SCULLY enter AD KERSH's SECRETARY's office. It is empty.
SCULLY turns and is almost back out of the office when the
SECRETARY comes out of KERSH's office. She looks JUST
like the singer on the ship in 1939.)

KERSH'S SECRETARY: Yes, sir, I'll get those files and make that
call and buzz you when I have him on the line.

SCULLY: I need a word with AD Kersh.

KERSH'S SECRETARY: I'm sorry, he's not available.

(SCULLY sees AD KERSH in his office.)

SCULLY: Assistant Director Kersh, may I please have a moment of
your time?

AD KERSH: A moment for what?

SCULLY: Uh, may I, sir? (enters the office) Thank you. Sir, I need
you to get me some information. (holds up notepaper) I am not a
liberty to say why but I can tell you it is of the utmost importance…

(SCULLY turns and sees CIGARETTE SMOKING MAN standing in
KERSH's office.)

AD KERSH: Yes?

SCULLY: . I, uh... Sorry. I shouldn't have come unannounced.

AD KERSH: (oh so smoothly) May I see what you were going to
show me, Agent Scully?

SCULLY: Uh... It's nothing, really.

AD KERSH: (taking the notepaper from her) Good.

(With nothing else to say, SCULLY leaves the office, expressing with
just her back complete disgust with herself for being so foolish. She
raises her hands briefly and turns around in the hall thinking. She has
a sudden idea.)

SCULLY: What am I thinking? What am I thinking?

(She pulls out her cell phone, hits speed dial, and heads back for the
elevator running into someone on the way.)

SCULLY: Sorry.

(She catches the elevator just before the doors close.
She is alone in the car.)

SCULLY: (whispering, willing someone to answer the phone, hitting
button for the basement) Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on.
Answer the phone, Mulder. Answer the phone, answer the phone,
answer the phone.

RECORDED VOICE: The cellular customer you are trying to reach is
not responding or is …

SCULLY: (hanging up) Damn.

(SCULLY exits the elevator and enters the X-Files office.)

SCULLY: (direct) I want you to do me a favor. It's not negotiable.
Either you do it or I kill you. You understand?

(SPENDER is alone in the office. He gets up and crosses to her.)

SPENDER: You okay, Agent Scully?

SCULLY: No, I'm not. I'm a gun ready to go off so don't test me,
Spender. Don't even think about trying to weasel me.

SPENDER: What is it that you need?

SCULLY: (writing it down for him) Navy AWACS SLAR 100 K swath.
South-southeast of Bermuda. I am looking for a boat, maybe a ship.
1939 luxury liner.

SPENDER: 1939?

SCULLY: Don't ask too many questions. I don't care what you do
or who you do or who you have to grease, I need that information and
I need it now. Are we clear on that?

SPENDER: Crystal.

SCULLY: And, Agent Spender... If you're not back in a hurry I am
going to hunt you down, and so help me God... (she clenches her
hand in a fist)

SPENDER: Right.

(He leaves the office.)

SCULLY: (under her breath) Oh, God.

(Phone on SPENDER's desk rings. SCULLY stares at it, then picks it up.)

SCULLY: (on phone) Hello?

Cigarette-Smoking Man: (voice) Agent Fowley?

SCULLY: (on phone, pause, slightly lowers voice) Yes.

Cigarette-Smoking Man: (voice) I was looking for Agent Spender.

SCULLY: (on phone) I'm sorry, he's not here right now. Is there
something I can help you with?

Cigarette-Smoking Man: (voice) Yeah, Agent Scully just handed the
Assistant Director a piece of paper with an intelligence system scribbled
on it.. (pause).

SCULLY: Yes? Yes, sir?

Cigarette-Smoking Man: (voice, pause) Who is this?

(SCULLY hangs up slowly. Begins to leave. Phone rings again behind her.
SCULLY runs into KERSH'S SECRETARY.)

KERSH'S SECRETARY: Oh, Agent Scully.

SCULLY: I was just, uh...

KERSH'S SECRETARY: I was sent to come get you.

SCULLY: Yeah, I was waiting for Agent Spender, he was, uh...
I'm supposed to pick up a delivery from him.

KERSH'S SECRETARY: Agent Spender is with Assistant Director Kersh.

SCULLY: (furious) That rat bastard!

(SCULLY runs to elevator.)

SCULLY: (to herself) Stupid!

(Her cell phone rings. )

SCULLY: (on phone) Scully. (she can barely hear the other person)
Mulder? (hopefully) Is that you? No, I can't... I'm on an elevator.
Hold on, I'll be off in a s... Hold on.

(Doors open. SCULLY steps out, sees KERSH, SPENDER, and
CIGARETTE SMOKING MAN standing in the hall talking. She ducks
back in the elevator.)

SCULLY: (on phone) Hello? No... I can't understand. I can't...

(Doors open revealing SKINNER also holding a cell phone to his ear.)

SKINNER: Was that you?

SCULLY: Is it you?

SKINNER: (joining her in the elevator) I've been trying to reach you.
I got the information you needed.

(SCULLY takes the paper, grabs him and kisses him on the lips firmly.)

SCULLY: How?

SKINNER: Don't even ask.

SCULLY: (grateful) Sir, what you've done...

SKINNER: Is save Mulder's ass. I know.

SCULLY: Yes.

(Doors open. Other agents are in the hall.)

SKINNER: (sternly) And if you ever ask me to break policy or protocol
I will have you written up, wrapped up and tossed out of the FBI for good.
Am I understood, Agent Scully?

SCULLY: Yes.

(She whips around and runs back into the elevator.)

SCULLY: (excited) Yes.

(She realizes there is another Agent in the car with her. She tries to
be calm but reads the info from SKINNER excitedly. The other Agent
looks at her strangely. When the doors open, she darts out into the
garage. Sound of VW bus approaching. She gets in the back with
FROHIKE who slams the door.)

BYERS: Did you get it?

SCULLY: (holding up paper triumphantly) Yeah.

(VW Bus drives away. Man -SPENDER?- runs after them, but they
get away.)