Agent Spender: I see. Okay, Deputy. We're going to put this right into our priority caseload.
Deputy Arky Stevens: Boy . . . I really want to thank you. I know Laura's really itching to talk to somebody who will really listen to her.
(Deputy Stevens leaves the room. Agent Spender glances at the report again, then reaches behind him and feeds the report into the paper shredder.)
Deputy Stevens: I know this went right into your caseload but I never imagined you would get here so soon, Agent, uh . . .
(The passenger is, of course, Mulder. He is holding the report from the last scene that has been taped back together.)
Mulder: Oh, Mulder. Fox Mulder. Though I ask you not to make that known to anybody. The FBI likes to keep our work on these cases very hush-hush.
Deputy Stevens: Sure, of course but I would like to thank Agent Spender.
Mulder: Oh. No, no, no. I'll thank him for you because I have to call in my, uh, progress report.
Scully: "Do you, or have you ever smoked marijuana?"
(The interviewee, Mr. Ginsberg, looks like Jerry Garcia - total hippie.)
Mr. Ginsberg: Nope. No, siree.
(Scully just stares at him for a moment.)
Scully: "Have you consorted with people who have now or in the past?"
Mr. Ginsberg: (thinking carefully) No . . . I really don't think so.
Scully: Mulder, where are you? I waited 45 minutes for you this morning.
Mulder: I, uh . . . Before I tell you I-I'm going to ask you to keep an open mind.
Scully: (knowing exactly what he's up to) This isn't an X-File?
Mulder: Call it what you like. Here in Roanoke they're calling it a demon baby snatching.
Scully: Mulder, we are supposed to be doing background checks not chasing X-Files.
Mulder: Scully, Spender just round filed this case -- it's unconscionable.
Scully: And what do you call rooting through his trash?
Mulder: Like that's any different from the assignment we're stuck with.
Scully: "We," Mulder? I'm stuck with it. You're not here.
Mulder: Scully, this is a classic case of demon fetal harvest - what they called in the middle ages atum nocturnem -- the impregnation of an unwitting woman by a dark lord of the underworld . . .
Scully: As host for his demon seed.
Mulder: Exactly.
Scully: I saw Rosemary's Baby on cable the other night.
Mulder: Yeah, but this is the real deal. You check that woman's charts, you'll get hard evidence. Check her prenatal ultrasound.
Wayne: (to Mulder) Hey, come on. You're making me feel weird.
Scully: Well, they look to be discrete bony deformities. There are spurs on the superior aspect of the scapula and small protuberances on the skull adjacent to the coronal suture.
Mulder: "Protuberances?" You mean, like horns?
(Mulder looks down at a portrait of Laura and Wayne in his file and sketches a pair of horns on Wayne's head.)
Mulder: Do you think this is something that could be passed along by the father?
Scully: No, I wouldn't look to the father as any kind of dark force here, Mulder.
Mulder: Wayne -- Mr. Weinsider - I don't want to arrest Laura. I'm sure you'd hate like the *devil* for that to happen as well.
Wayne: I should say so.
(Mulder comes out of the kitchen with a large jar of fiber dietary supplement.)
Mulder: Whatever else we find I know everybody in this house is regular.
Mulder: (to Wayne)I know what you are.
Wayne: No, it's not just a sonogram, honey, it's a picture of the expression of our beautiful love.
Betsy: Wayne, what have you been smoking?
(Mulder pulls up beside Wayne at a stoplight.)
Mulder: So where is our appointment? How far do we have to go?
Wayne: What?
Mulder: Come on, Wayne, I'll race you.
(Wayne comes out of the house. Kids are laughing and playing with the car with plenty of encouragement from Mulder.)
Wayne: I want those kids out of my car.
Mulder: Okay, speed racers. That's enough driver's education for today.
Mulder: Yeah.
Scully: Mulder, you're busted.
Mulder: What?
Scully: I just got an earful from Assistant Director Kersh who got a call from Mr. Weinsider who says that you're harassing him.
Scully: Mulder . . . Mulder, I have to tell him something. What do you want me to say?
Mulder: Tell him I'm down here doing a background check on somebody.
Scully: Mulder, you asked me to come down here and then you're nowhere to be found.
Mulder: I was down in the basement at county records doing a background check.
Scully: Mulder . . . It's me. That's your cover story, remember?
Scully: That's why I was looking for you because, in fact, nobody did anything to her. Mulder, there is absolutely no evidence of bodily injury of overdose, of suffocation, of anything that would explain why she was in a coma.
Mulder: Perfect.
Scully: No, Mulder, I don't think you heard what I said. I did a complete medical review, just as you asked. What I'm saying is that there is not a shred of evidence to implicate the husband or anyone.
Mulder: Not a shred of evidence is exactly the evidence I'd hoped you'd find.
Scully: Who is Ivan Veles?
Mulder: Wayne Weinsider. He's a Czech national, emigrated in 1994. He's also known as Bud Hasselhoff, also known as Gordy Boitano.
Scully: (reading) In Slavic societies the name Veles was synonymous with . . . the Devil. From the Lithuanian root "Vele" -- a horned demon who sucks the souls of the innocent. Mulder, you're not suggesting that he is himself . . . a devil, are you?
Mulder: I'm not suggesting anything. I think the facts speak for themselves.
Scully: Mulder, I will accept that a man can be demonic that he may have demon-like attributes but why would a demon -- if there were such a thing -- bother with a 9:00-to-5:00 "Make Room For Daddy"-routine just so he can off his wife and unborn child?
Mulder: I don't know why; I'm not a psychologist but this is the best explanation for how that I've heard.
Wayne: This will put you to sleep on a cloud. Where troubles melt away.
(Betsy sighs and drinks the milk.)
Betsy: Sometimes I remember why I married you.
Betsy: No! No! Wayne! Wayne! What are you doing?!
(Betsy suddenly sits up, fully in control, and grabs the demon by it's chin. The demon, no longer in shadow, is a very startled Wayne.)
Betsy: (warning) Maybe you didn't hear me! I said, what are you doing, Wayne?
Wayne: A normal life. A family. That's all I ever wanted.
Scully: Whatever the truth, Mr. Weinsider, you can't hope to bury it now.
Wayne: I'm not burying anything. I'm digging it up.
Wayne: I just wanted what everyone wants.
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