Mulder's Answering Machine: Hi, this is Fox Mulder. You can leave me a message after the beep.
(Closed captioning also had this added: "If this is you, Scully, call me on my cell phone. I think you know the number."
Arthur Dales: (voice on machine) Agent Mulder, this is Arthur Dales calling from Florida. [closed captioning also had: Took me three operators to get this crappy connection.] I don't know if you're watching the news but we're in for a hell of a blow in the next 12 to 24. I been through hurricanes, Mulder, been through the alphabet. But I just got a distress call from my neighbor down the road to set my teeth on edge. You don't have much time to get to the airport but if you're the X-Files man you say you are you better get your butt in gear.
Man 1: We got no sign of anything amiss here at that residence out on the spit. Place is all boarded up tight, over.
Man 2: Roger that. Maybe the occupants have evacuated, over.
Man 1: Well, that would be the Shipleys, but a neighbor called and says they couldn't have gone too far without their only vehicle which is still in the carport out here, over.
Man 2: Well. That sounds like a real mystery, don't it?
Dales: It sure does, you dumb fathead.
Dales: (yelling over the storm) Well, it couldn't be that all the planes out were fully loaded, huh?
Mulder: Mr. Dales, there's a reason that people don't head out into hurricanes.
Dales: (dismissively) Yeah. The hurricane's 20 miles offshore.
Mulder: Mr. Dales, can we come in?
Dales: Come in.
(Mulder and Scully enter. They're drenched.)
Dales: Who's this?
Scully: Special Agent Dana Scully.
Dales: Scully?
Mulder: She's my partner.
(Mulder and Scully reach to take off their wet raincoats.)
Dales: Uh-huh. Well, don't get too comfortable. You're going to want to get right back out there.
Mulder: Out where?
Dales: (to Mulder) Did you tell her what I told you?
Mulder: (crossing to stand beside Dales) Yes, but she's . . . she's not the type that's easily persuaded.
Dales: Is that so?
Scully: (drying her hands on a paper towel) What he means is I don't hear a story about a sea monster and automatically assume it's the Lord's gospel truth.
Dales: (to Mulder) Why did you bring her here?
Mulder: Well, she knows your reputation your early work on the X-Files and she has a knack for getting to the bottom of things.
(Scully sees several empty liquor bottle in the garbage can.)
Scully: Apparently, so does Mr. Dales.
Dales: It's a good thing I have a reputation. Otherwise, how could it be impugned?
Dales: The Shipleys -- a young couple with a son. Yeah, he lives out on the end of the sandspit. Sara called me in a panic. She said that something in the house had grabbed Jack, her husband.
Scully: In the bathroom, you said?
Dales: Yeah . . . of all places.
Mulder: It was your description that caused Agent Scully's . . . (smiles) dubiousness.
Dales: I got on the horn to the local constabulary but they're about as . . . helpful as a fart in a windstorm.
Dales: I would have gone out there myself but for my bad hip.
Mulder: It's not a night that anybody should be out in.
Dales: Well, I don't see that there's a choice.
Scully: What is it that brought you out here in the first place, Mr. Dales?
Dales: I came down for the weather. Don't sneer at the mysteries of the deep, young lady. The bottom of the ocean is as deep and dark as the imagination.
Mulder: I don't know if I'm going to need my gun or a harpoon here.
(Mulder cautiously approaches the washing machine and uses the stick to barely lift the lid. They both yelp as Reggie the Cat, very wet, leaps out of the machine and runs outside into the rain.)
Scully: How the hell did the cat get in the washing machine?
Mulder: Maybe he was taking a dip . . . After he finished boarding up the windows.
(Mulder puts his flashlight in his mouth and begins pulling boards off the door.)
Scully: Mr. Shipley!
Mulder: (flashlight in his mouth) Can you give me a hand with this?
(Scully puts her small flashlight in her mouth and begins helping Mulder. They are startled by Deputy Greer, who enters holding a gun on them. Mulder and Scully turn, hands in the air, flashlights still in their mouths.)
Deputy Greer: Well, howdy do! Yeah. Right like that. Keep your hands up there where I can see them. Now who are you and what the hell do you think you're doing?
(Mulder mumbles around the flashlight in his mouth.)
Mulder: You can put the gun down. We're FBI.
Deputy Greer: Don't all the nuts roll downhill to Florida.
Scully: Well, what else would we be doing out here on a night like this?
Deputy Greer: You could be looters. For all I know, you could be part of the Manson family.
Deputy Greer: Oh, no. You're going to kill me.
Mulder: No, I'm not, but I'd like to.
Deputy Greer: I gotta at least make out a report.
Mulder: No, no, no. Not before you help me finish what you interrupted.
Deputy Greer: Yes, sir. May I have my gun, please?
(Mulder pauses, then smiles and hands the gun back.)
Deputy Greer: Thank you.
Mulder: Aren't you even curious what happened to these people?
Scully: Yes, I'm curious, Mulder, but I'm also suspicious. I mean, I . . . I think that Mr. Dales' story is fueled by more than his imagination and not much deeper than the bottom of a highball.
Mulder: Don't dismiss him so easily. He discovered the X-Files 40 years ago. He's seen things that I've only read about.
Scully: Because sea monsters can only be read about, Mulder, because they don't exist.
Mulder: (in nature documentary narrator voice) If the sea is where life began -- where our ancestors first walked ashore -- then who's to say what new life may be developing in its uncharted depths.
Scully: You know what? Maybe you are a member of the Manson family. (Mulder smiles at her.)
Road Block Deputy: How do you do, folks? You're going to have to turn around and find yourself someplace dry to spend the night.
Mulder: What's the problem, officer?
Road Block Deputy: The road's washed out up ahead.
Scully: This is an emergency.
Road Block Deputy: I understand, ma'am, but unless your car has wings there's no getting through on this road.
Scully: Well, what about the airport? Is there an alternate route?
Road Block Deputy: Airport? Not tonight. This hurricane's really bearing down on us. We got trees, power lines down all over the place. You folks really shouldn't be out here. I want you to drive to the first safe place you can find. You understand?
Scully: Sir, it's important that we evacuate the area. We're FBI agents and we need to get to where we're going.
Road Block Deputy: Don't all the nuts roll downhill to Florida.
Scully: I'd be happy to show you my ID . . .
Mulder: (talking over her and rolling up the window) Thank you very much, sir. I appreciate the concern.
(Mulder, pissed off, whips the car around and peels out quickly.)
Scully: Mulder.
Mulder: I was just one howdy do over the line.
Mulder: The good thing about zero visibility, Scully? Can't get any worse.
Scully: (on the phone) Is this the Collier County Sheriff? Yes. Oh, hi. We're driving on, uh . . .
Mulder: Nance Road . . . N-A-N-C-E Road.
Scully: Nance Road. No, it isn't very smart, is it? (Mulder squinches his face and sarcastically imitates her nagging) No . . . Yes, that would be much appreciated. (to Mulder) He's going to guide us to the nearest emergency shelter.
Mulder: (ready to be out of the car) Not a moment too soon.
Mulder: You know, Scully, someday we're gonna look back on this and we're gonna laugh. We'll just think of it as, uh . . . you know man pitted against the forces of nature. Think of it as a test of our mettle.
Scully: I don't need my mettle tested.
Scully: We don't know where we are and we don't know where we're going.
Mulder: (looking out the window) There's somebody, I think, who's about to give us directions. Who says there's never a cop when you need one?
(Mulder pulls into the parking lot beside Deputy Greer's flashing vehicle.)
Scully: Mulder, isn't that . . .
Mulder: Forrest Gump.
(Mulder goes into the bathroom and looks in the slimy toilet. He pulls out a man's watch.)
Mulder: I've heard of passing the time . . . Ouch.
Scully: I'm a medical doctor requesting a medivac unit for a sheriff's deputy who is injured.
Operator: You have a deputy down?
Scully: I have a deputy who's been attacked by something as yet unidentified.
Dales: (listening over the radio - laughs) Unidentified? My ass!
(Mulder sees a young man come out of an apartment carrying a television set.)
Mulder: Excuse me, sir. Is everything okay in your apartment?
Dougie the Looter: Uh, yeah, yeah. It's all good.
Mulder: Do you need some help . . . with your television?
(Mulder looks at Dougie the Looter then back to Walter.)
Mulder: You don't know this man, mister . . .?
Walter: Uh, Suarez. Walter Suarez. (shines light at Dougie's face) Uh, no. He's not with you?
Dougie: (looking at Mulder) I'll put it back.
Mulder: Yeah. Everything in your pockets, too.
Mulder: Stay there, Mrs. Suarez. We're going to make sure your baby makes it safely into the world.
Angela: (sarcastic and bad tempered) Well, thank you, but I'm not in labor. And my name is not "Suarez." It's Villareal. He tells people I'm his wife. Like he's so macho.
Mulder: Walter, Angela . . . I'm going to have to ask you to leave your apartment and come downstairs with me.
Angela: Why? You got a car? Oh, Walter, here, doesn't have a car. Not to mention a job.
Mulder: I don't know but whatever it is it may have seriously injured a sheriff's deputy.
Walter: Who? Where?
Mulder: In the manager's apartment. It could be in the complex's plumbing right now.
Walter: In the plumbing?
Angela: That's great. I have to go to the bathroom about every ten seconds.
(She pushes past the men in disgust and leaves the apartment.)
Mulder: (to Walter) Kid's going to be a fighter. (Walter laughs nervously)
Mulder: Anybody else in the complex that you know of?
Walter: No, no one . . . Oh, there's George.
Mulder: George?
Walter: Yeah, George Vincent. He lives on the first floor. I went and asked him for help but he just yelled "go away." He never listens to no one.
Mulder: He's going to want to listen to me.
Angela: (calling sharply from down the hall) Walter!
Walter: (already heading to her) Better go.
Mulder: It's for you.
(Mulder knocks at another door.)
Mulder: Mr. Vincent! George Vincent!
George Vincent: (opening a small window in the door then slamming it shut) Quit banging on the damn door!
Mulder: I'm a federal agent, Mr. Vincent. I'm asking you to open the door.
George: (opening and closing the small window again) You ask away. Then go away.
(Inside the apartment, George looks through the peephole at Mulder. Mulder leans down and talks to the peephole.)
Mulder: Mr. Vincent, your life may be in danger if you refuse to leave your apartment.
George: You may be in danger if you refuse to quit harassing me. Now, I'm armed in here and I'm within my rights.
Mulder: Well, that's great. But you may not be armed for what it is I'm talking about.
George: (opens window) What the hell are you talking about? Hmm? It don't matter. I'm armed against it. The Junta, Cuba and Castro. I'm not going to cede my home to no revolutionaries without a fight. You got anything else you want to throw at me-- you bring it on. (slams window shut)
Mulder: All the nuts roll down to Florida.
Angela: What the hell was chewing on his neck?
Scully: I don't know. It may have been some kind of a water-borne parasite.
Angela: (to Walter who is holding flashlight for Scully) Uh huh. You see that? You see what happens when you live in a dump?
Walter: Where's Harry?
Scully: I'm sorry. I don't know who Harry is.
Angela: The slumlord who owns this place.
Scully: He may have evacuated.
Angela: Harry? Right. And I'm giving birth to the Christ child.
Angela: Now, who are you?
Dougie: Nobody.
Angela: Nobody? Oh, well, it is so nice to be surrounded by so many great men.
George: Federal agents-- jack-booted fascists bent on trampling the rights of the common man. Don't need their damn help defending my home. Violence in the pursuit of freedom is no vice. Because all that's needed for tyranny to prevail is for good men to do nothing.
(Closed captioning continues: This is a time for action-- to protect my country against those that would spit at the constitution and take a leak on the bill of rights. My cause is just, my will is strong and my heart is that of a warrior. Anyone who wants a piece of me, let 'em bring it on.)
Walter: Where did it go?
Mulder: I don't know. It must still be in the building. It's probably in the outflow system.
Walter: Well, maybe it'll just flow back out.
George: Or maybe it'll come up through the can and grab you by the nugs.
Mulder: Someone's already got him by the nugs.
Walter: Well, what about the man in the bathtub?
Scully: The man in the bathtub may very well be saved if he can just last out this storm. In fact, we may all be safe if we just remain calm.
Angela: "Remain calm?" I got to pee so bad my back teeth are swimming.
Angela: (pushing her way to the bathroom) Supertanker coming through.
Walter: Here, Angela, you can't go in there.
Angela: My bladder is pressing against your unborn child, Walter. He's going to have a head like a tortilla.
Scully: (handing Angela a bucket) We'll be waiting for you out here.
Angela: Thank you.
(Angela is in the bathroom. The shower curtain is between her and Deputy Greer. She pulls up her skirt and sits on the bucket.
Angela: I know you probably can't hear me but no listening anyway, okay?
(Arthur Dales is looking at the wounds on Mulder's neck.)
Dales: Yes, yes. Eww, God.
(Mulder chuckles, almost as if he is proud of his cool wounds.)
Dales: That's terrible.
Scully: Well, it's official. Ten pounds, ten ounces of piss and vinegar. El nino grande -- Leroy Walter Villareal Suarez, Jr.
Mulder: (laughing) Oh, no.
Scully: Oh, yes.
Dales: Anyone for water?
(Mulder and Scully both look up quickly from where they are sitting on the couch.)
Mulder and Scully: No!
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