(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.



Bronschweig: It's Bronschweig. Sir, the impossible scenario that we never planned for? Well, we better come up with a plan.



Scully: Mulder, it's me.

Mulder: Where are you, Scully?

Scully: I'm on the roof.

Mulder: Did you find anything?

Scully: No I haven't.

Mulder: 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 possibilities, 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: 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.



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.



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)

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

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



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: Don't think! Just pick up that phone and make it happen!



(Mulder's staring at the bomb when his cell phone rings, and it startles him.)

Mulder: Scully, you know that face I just showed you? I'm making it again.



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



(After the bomb goes off, Mulder and Scully slowly get out of the car and look at the damage.)

Mulder: Next time, you're buying.



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.



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 LOTS of other glasses on the bar.)

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



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 story.)

Mulder: I'm the key figure in an on-going government charade, the plot to conceal the truth about the existence of extraterrestrials. 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 goes out the exit into the alley and relieves himself just above a poster for the movie "Independence Day".)

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: 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?



(At Scully's apartment)

Mulder: Awww, I woke you. Did I wake you?

Scully: No.

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

Scully: Are you drunk, Mulder?

Mulder: 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?



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: 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.



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?



Detective: Real nice business he's got, huh?

Mulder: What's that?

Detective: Selling naked pictures of little kids on his computer.

Detective: You looking for him for some other reason?

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



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

Mulder: Not according to the men in blue.



Mulder: They want to discredit you, for what?

Kurtzweil: Because I'm a dangerous man. Because I know too much about the truth.

Mulder: Oh, that end-of-the-world apocalyptic garbage you write?

Kurtzweil: You know my work?



Mulder: 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.



Bronschweig: So much for little green men.



First Elder: The virus has mutated.

WMM: Into what?

Strughold: A new extraterrestrial biological entity.

WMM: My God!



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.



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?

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



(The car 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: 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.

(Mulder goes straight ahead.)

Mulder: Five years together, Scully. How many times I been wrong? Never. Not driving anyway.



Mulder: We're not chasing tanker trucks, Scully, we're chasing evidence.

Scully: Evidence of what exactly?

Mulder: That bomb in Dallas was allowed to go off, to hide something. Bodies infected with a virus you yourself detected!

Scully: Mulder, they haul oil in tanker trucks, they haul gas in tanker trucks, they do not haul viruses in tanker trucks!

Mulder: Well, they may be hauling a virus in these tanker trucks.



Scully: 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.



Mulder: Scully?

Scully: Yeah?

Mulder: Run!!



Mulder: Guess? What do you mean "your guess"?! Hey! You told me you had answers!

Kurtzweil: Yeah, well . . . I don't have 'em all.



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! 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!



(Knock at Mulder's door and Scully walks in)

Mulder: What's wrong?

Scully: Salt Lake City, Utah. Transfer effective immediately. I already gave Skinner my letter of resignation.

Mulder: You can't quit now, Scully.

Scully: I can, Mulder. I debated whether or not even to tell you in person, but . . .

Mulder: We are close to something here! We're on the verge!

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

Mulder: 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 . . . I gotta go.

(She walks out, Mulder waits for a moment, then he 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!

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 . . . 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.

(The tears start to flow down Scully's face. Her bottom lip quivering, 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. They both lean in for The Kiss . . . lips do touch for a brief split-second . . . then she suddenly grabs the back of her own neck.)

Scully: Ow!

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

Scully: Something stung me.

(Mulder reaches down and plucks out the bee)

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.

Mulder: Scully . . .

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

Mulder: I think you're going into anaphylactic shock.

Scully: No . . . I have no allergy.

(Mulder runs into his apartment and dials 911.)

Mulder: (on phone - with a slight crack in his voice) This is Special Agent Fox Mulder, I have an emergency! I have an agent down!



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.

Frohike: Hey, Mulder? Mulder?

Mulder: Oh my God. Cowardly Lion, Scarecrow . . . Toto!



Mulder: What am I doing here?

Byers: The bullet grazed your brow and glanced off of your temporal plate.

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



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: You can strip Byers naked.

Byers: What?!

Mulder: I need your clothes.



WMM: 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.



WMM: Your father chose hope over selfishness. Hope . . . the only future he had, his children. His hope for you was that you would uncover the project. That you would stop it. That you would fight the future.



WMM: Trust no one, Mr. Mulder. Get out of the car.

Mulder: Why? The upholstery is already ruined.



(Mulder starts to make his way down to the moving cryopods, but he suddenly loses his grip.)

Mulder: Oh, shit!



Mulder: Breathe! Scully, can you breathe?!

Scully: (barely a whisper) Cold . . . I'm cold.

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



MAN: What's happened?!

CSM: It's all gone to hell!

MAN: But, what about Mulder?!

CSM: He'll never make it.



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

(Mulder checks for a pulse. None. He starts CPR)

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

(Scully begins to cough and tries to breathe.)

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.



(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)

Mulder: Scully, ya gotta see this! Scully!

Scully: (In barely above a whisper) I see it.



(Scully puts the bee in a jar on the desk in front of Cassidy)

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



(Handing Scully a newspaper with a headline that says "Local Hanta Virus Outbreak In Northern Texas Contained")

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.

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.

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.)



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.

(Hands him a telegram. Strughold 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."

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