Mulder: (voiceover) Two men, young, idealistic -- the fine product of a generation hardened by world war. Two fathers whose paths would converge in a new battle -- an invisible war between a silent enemy and a sleeping giant on a scale to dwarf all historical conflicts. A 50-years war, its killing fields lying in wait for the inevitable global holocaust. Theirs was the dawn of Armageddon. And while the world was unaware, unwitting spectators to the hurly-burly of the decades-long struggle between heaven and earth there were those who prepared for the end; who measured the size and power of the enemy, and faced the choices: stand and fight, or bow to the will of a fearsome enemy. Or to surrender -- to yield and collaborate. To save themselves and stay their enemy's hand. Men who believed that victory was the absence of defeat and survival the ultimate ideology . . . No matter what the sacrifice.
(Mulder is standing naked under a showerhead, eyes closed. Scully in a stall next to him also standing quietly under the spray. A very low wall separates them. The water shuts off. Mulder turns to Scully and glances down at her briefly. They look at each other briefly. Scully turns away.)
These are the lines that were cut:
Scully: My, my . . .
Mulder: Right back at ya, Red.
Mulder: There must be some kind of mistake. I signed up for the aromatherapy treatment.
Scully: They've burned our clothes.
Mulder: Hey . . . I heard gray is the new black.
Scully: Mulder, this stinks, and not just because I think that woman is a . . . well, I think you know what I think that woman is.
Mulder: (sarcastic) No. Actually, you hide your feelings very well.
Mulder: No. It won't continue. It doesn't have to anymore. She knows what she is, Scully. That's why it's so dangerous for her to be alive. That's why she came to my apartment asking to be killed.
Scully: What is she?
Mulder: I think she's the one, Scully.
CSM: No. Let colonization begin. We must turn over Cassandra. Save ourselves.
Elder 4: Bill Mulder was against this. He said this would be our tragic mistake.
CSM: Bill Mulder sacrificed his only daughter because he knew this day would arrive. What choice have we . . . if you want to see your families survive? If we want to see those we sacrificed returned to us?
(Mulder is wearing a suit that is much too small for him and white socks. Very funny. He sees a nurse with very large white hair.)
Mulder: Hello? Hello? Oh, oh, Ma'am. These shoes? They're . . . they're two sizes too small. I was wondering if I could get a . . .
(The nurse disappears.)
Mulder: (frustrated) A pair that fit, maybe?
Marita Covarrubias: But Cassandra Spender happened.
Mulder: She's the first, isn't she? She's the first successful alien/human hybrid.
Marita: If she is . . . and the aliens learn a hybrid exists . . . colonization of the planet will begin. With no stopping it.
(Frohike goes to the door and unlocks all eight locks and opens the door for Mulder.)
Mulder: The latest in home security.
Frohike: Hey, you get through this, you got to come through me.
Mulder: Scully, you're making this personal.
Scully: Because it is personal, Mulder. Because, without the FBI, personal interest is all that I have. And if you take that away then there is no reason for me to continue.
Mulder: (aiming gun at CSM) Sorry. Nobody home. What are you doing here?
CSM: The door was open. I came in.
Mulder: Interesting company you keep.
CSM: No more interesting than your apparent . . . ah . . . lingerie fetish.
(Mulder pushes CSM into a chair.)
Mulder: You feeling smug, C.G.B.? Yeah, I know your name. I know your game and I got nothing to lose.
CSM: I remember looking over a gun barrel at you once before, Agent Mulder. You couldn't pull the trigger then. What makes you think you can do it now?
(Mulder cocks the gun.)
CSM: I came here looking for my son.
Mulder: Why?
CSM: Because he's betrayed me. He's chosen the wrong side. He's chosen to believe in your cause.
Mulder: That presumes my cause is wrong.
CSM: Oh, it is, Agent Mulder. It is.
Mulder: I'm not the one using innocent people -- innocent women -- as lab rats, trying to create a hybrid -- an alien/human hybrid -- so that I might save my own sorry ass when they finally come knocking! (CSM smiles.) You find that funny?!
CSM: That was your father's objection: that we would ally ourselves with the alien colonists
Mulder: Towards your own selfish end.
CSM: We forestalled an alien invasion.
Mulder: No, no, no, you only managed to postpone it.
CSM: We saved billions of lives.
Mulder: You put those lives on hold so you alone could survive!
CSM: No, Agent Mulder, so you could. That's exactly what your father failed to realize. He railed at us and our plans even as the process had begun. While the group had agreed to the most painful sacrifices. Sacrifices that . . . no one else would ever be asked to make.
Mulder: You're a liar. My sister wasn't taken from any hangar. She was abducted from our home right in front of me.
CSM: Because your father was late to understand the necessity. That he, too, must give up one of his children to the alien colonists. The aliens insisted on it. It was the only way they would give us the one thing that we needed.
CSM: A new race, Agent Mulder. An alien/human hybrid who could survive the holocaust. So you could survive. And live to see your sister.
Mulder: Stop it now or . . . I will stop it.
CSM: No, Agent Mulder. You won't stop it. Not if you want to see your sister again.
Mulder: You stop it . . . or everyone dies.
CSM: No. I live. You live . . . to see your sister return. It's what your father realized. It's what you'll realize as your father's son. Or die in vain with the rest of the world.
(Mulder looks down at a folded piece of paper in CSM's hand.)
CSM: Save her. Save yourself.
Krycek: They'll be transported by the colonists and begin medical preparations to receive the hybrid genes. Except for your father. He's gone to get your mother.
Spender: No one can get to her. I've got her secured away.
Krycek: Secured away? He's already had his doctors looking at her.
Spender: I've got her under guard.
Krycek: She's probably being prepared as we speak, Jeffrey.
Casandra: No! No! Don't! Damn you! Bastards!
(The doctors inject her. CSM enters the room.)
Casandra: The biggest bastard of all.
CSM: (to Doctors) I need a few minutes.
Casandra: They never question it, do they?
CSM: What?
Casandra: Your power and authority . . . When you're really such a coward.
CSM: I . . . I came in hopes that we might speak of the future . . . not the past.
Casandra: I'm at a disadvantage . . . since you've stolen the past from me.
Mulder: I didn't find anything, Diana. But something found me.
Diana: What?
Mulder: Fate. Destiny. Whatever it's called when you . . . when you realize the choices you thought you had in life were already made.
Mulder: You were being paid a visit by young Jeffrey Spender's father. The Cigarette-Smoking Man came looking for his son who has now taken up the futile cause that used to be mine -- against his father.
Diana: Why futile?
Mulder: Because there's nothing to be done. And at some point, you just have to accept that the only way those you love are going to survive is if you give up.
Marita: They're packing everything up. They aren't coming back here. I know you. I can help you.
Spender: You can't help me.
Marita: I know where they're taking her. I know how they're taking her. You've got to trust me, Jeffrey.
AD Kersh: The way these people died . . . the loss of life here -- it is beyond words. I can't imagine how it must be for you -- losing your mother.
Spender: Yes, sir. But that's not why I asked for this meeting.
AD Kersh: Why did you ask for it?
Spender: Because I'm responsible for the deaths of those people at the Air Base hangar in no small way. I certainly didn't prevent them.
AD Kersh: I can assume then you can explain how they died? Because I have yet to hear any explanation.
Spender: Agent Mulder can explain it. I think Agent Scully, to an extent. They might have even prevented what you see in those photos.
AD Kersh: Agents Scully and Mulder have been suspended by the FBI.
Spender: Also my doing . . . and my mistake.
AD Kersh: I would ask . . .
Spender: I'd ask, sir -- before you tell me that it's not my business -- that you do everything you can to get them back on the X-Files. Far worse can happen . . . and it will.
(Spender gets up, places a comforting hand briefly on Mulder's shoulder and begins to leave the room.)
AD Kersh: Where are you going?
Spender: To pack up my office.
AD Kersh: Agent Spender . . .
(Spender leaves the office.)
AD Kersh: (to Mulder, angrily) You have answers now? Why didn't I hear about those answers before?
Mulder: I've had answers for years.
AD Kersh: Then why didn't we hear about them?
Mulder: Nobody ever listened.
AD Kersh: Who burned those people?
Mulder: They burned themselves. With a choice made long ago by a conspiracy of men who th . . . (looks at Scully then back at Kersh) thought they could sleep with the enemy. Only to awaken another enemy.
AD Kersh: What the hell does that mean?
Mulder: It means the future is here, and all bets are off.
AD Kersh: Agent Scully, make some sense.
Scully: Sir, I wouldn't bet against him.
(X-Files office. CSM is looking at picture of Bill Mulder and CSM. Spender enters.)
Spender: Get out of here.
CSM: This picture you have -- I haven't seen it since you were born. You probably don't even know who the other man is.
Spender: I don't care. Get out.
CSM: It's Bill Mulder, Fox Mulder's father. Isn't that something? He was a good man . . . a friend of mine . . . who betrayed me in the end.
Spender: I know more than enough about your past . . . enough to hate you.
CSM: Your mother was right. I came here hoping otherwise. (takes a gun out of a drawer) Hoping that my son . . . might live to honor me . . . like Bill Mulder's son.
(CSM reluctantly aims gun at Spender, the scene cuts to outside the office as we hear the gun fire. CSM leaves the office, stops for a minute and tucks away the picture in his jacket pocket and walks down the hallway.)
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