Scully: (to Mulder) Tell me about this dream.
Scully: You said it yourself once. You said that a . . . a dream is an answer to a question we haven't learned how to ask.
Frank Sparks: You do this full-time, telling people . . . this kind of news?
Scully: No, sir, not full-time.
Mulder: It's not a good job.
Frank Sparks: No. I used to think . . . that missing was worse than dead because . . . (He clears his throat.) You never knew what happened.
(Mulder stares at him, understanding.)
Frank Sparks: Now that I know . . . I'm glad my wife's not here. She got luckier.
(Mulder looks over to a picture of a little girl on the mantel.)
Frank Sparks: How many more people, uh . . . like me are you going to visit today?
Mulder: Sir?
Frank Sparks: Were there other victims . . . you didn't know about?
Scully: Don't you think the car might have been searched at least once already?
Mulder: Not by me.
Kid: Here it is. I've been, you know, detailing it. Dropped the bed shell and did the decals, stuff like that.
Scully: Thank you.
Kid: Honest-to-God serial killer owned my car? For real?
Mulder: (after the guy leaves, he rips up the seat) Helping him detail.
Roche: Mulder. Long time no see. Got a new partner.
Mulder: Sixteen victims, John. How come you only said there were only thirteen?
Roche: I don't know. Thirteen sounds more magical, you know?
Roche: How about this? Sink one from there and I'll tell you.
(Mulder shoots, nothing but net, he smirks.)
Roche: You'd trust a child molester?
Roche: (Regarding Mulder) This man . . . this man hit me.
Guard: (Not sympathetic) I didn't see it.
Scully: (Coming in) I did.
Scully: The server records don't show, but on the net, Mulder, he can find out practically anything about you. Look, he is playing with you, Mulder. He is committing emotional blackmail and you are letting him. You walked into that room with your heart on your sleeve. He saw vulnerability, and he took advantage of it. You had a dream . . . a nightmare . . . and you, and you had it because of all the emotions that this case is stirring up for you. But . . . it was nothing but a dream.
Mulder: My last dream came true. Scully, do you believe that my sister Samantha was abducted by aliens? (Scully looks away.) Have you ever believed that? No. So what do you think happened to her?
Scully: What are you saying you believe now?
Mulder: I don't know. I don't know what happened. I don't know what to believe. I just know that I have to find out now.
(Mulder falls to his knees and starts to dig at a spot in the dirt)
Scully: Mulder . . . let's get a team out here. Let somebody else do this.
Mulder: (painful tone) Help me, Scully.
Mulder: You screwed up. You were never here. You didn't take Samantha.
Roche: Wishful thinking.
Mulder: No. No, but I think I know what happened. Somehow you got inside my dreams.
Roche: Come again?
Mulder: I profiled you. I got inside your head, maybe you got inside mine. Maybe some nexus or connection was formed between us and through that, you got access to my memories of my sister Samantha and you used them against me for this.
Roche: You're just resisting me.
Mulder: And you're in the wrong house, you stupid son of a bitch! You were never here, you liar!
Scully: Mulder, it's not Samantha . . . and whoever that little girl really is, we'll find her.
Mulder: How?
Scully: I don't know . . . but I do know you.
(He looks up at her, then back down.)
Scully: Why don't you go on home and get some sleep?
(He laughs heartily. She does the same. They hug, Mulder's head against her stomach. She strokes his hair, then walks out. He continues to smile, then it fades. Mulder pulls open his desk drawer and cradles the last paper heart, before placing it in the desk drawer and closing it.)
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