(Waking up to a leaky waterbed)
Mulder: Son of a . . . (grunts what sounds like "Damn it.")
(After checking his alarm clock, he goes to pick up his cell phone, but accidently knocks it over.)
Mulder: (disgusted) Yes . . . Yes.
Mulder: (on phone) Hello? . . . It's coming through down there? . . . Ugh! . . . It's my damn waterbed. My damn waterbed sprung a leak . . . I-I-I know I'm not supposed to have a waterbed. . . I don't know what to tell you . . . I-I think it was a gift . . . All right.
Mulder: I know. I missed the meeting.
Scully: You didn't miss the meeting. You're extraordinarily late for the meeting. It's still going on.
Mulder: What are you doing down here?
Scully: We took a short break and I came looking for you. What are you doing down here, Mulder?
Mulder: (sarcastically) I'm having the best damn day of my life. Any moment I'm about to burst into song -- "Zip a dee doo dah." My, uh, waterbed sprung a leak and shorted out my alarm clock. (Scully blinks in surprise.) My cell phone got wet and crapped out on me and the check I wrote my landlord to cover the, uh, damages is going to bounce if I don't deposit my pay. You ever have one of those days, Scully?
Scully: Since I've been working here? Yeah. When did you get a waterbed, Mulder?
Mulder: Bank's just down the street. I'll be back in ten. Cover for me, will you? (Mulder leaves.)
Scully: (to herself) When do I not?
Skinner: The unpredictable future. Which brings us to Agent Mulder. (to Scully) Will he or will he not grace us with his report?
(Mulder gets stuck in the middle of a bank robbery)
Mulder: (disgusted, to himself) Zip a dee doo dah.
Scully: Look . . . just walk in front of the door and show them.
Bernard: You want to get me killed!
(Bernard raises his gun and points it at Scully. Scully looks down at Mulder who is barely conscious. She strokes his cheek.)
Scully: (quietly pleading) I just want everybody to live. That's all. I just . . . just show them. You have control over everything that happens here. You do. And it doesn't have to end this way.
(The SWAT team runs in the front doors.)
Bernard: Yeah, it does.
Scully: Noooooo!!!!
(Bernard flips the switch on the explosives on his chest and the bank goes boom.)
(Mulder wakes up on his waterbed and notices that the sheets are wet. His feet hit the wet carpet. He finds the stream of water shooting out of the bed.)
Mulder: Oh, son of a . . .
(He bangs his alarm clock. No response. He knocks his cell phone to the floor, then picks it up to use it, then pours the water out of it.)
Mulder: Son of a bitch.
(He sets the cell phone down and picks up his watch.)
Mulder: Oh . . . that's great.
Bernard: (to Pam) Don't go getting all weird on me.
Mulder: So you think it's all just fate? We have no free will?
Scully: No, I think that we're free to be the people that we are -- good, bad or indifferent. I think that it's our character that determines our fate.
Mulder: And all the rest is just preordained? I don't buy that. There's too many variables. Too many forks in the road. I meant to be on time to work this morning but my waterbed springs a leak flooding my apartment (Scully looks surprised) and the apartment below me so that makes me late for the meeting. And then I realize I got to write a check to cover the damages to my landlord but, as I'm walking to work, I realize that that's gonna bounce unless I deposit my pay. So now I got to go to the bank, which makes me even later.
Scully: Since when did you get a waterbed?
Mulder: I might just as easily not have a waterbed then I'd be on time for this meeting. You might just as easily have stayed in medicine and not gone into the FBI, and then we would never have met. Blah, blah, blah . . .
Scully: Fate.
Mulder: Free will. With every choice, you change your fate.
(Scully steps forward and takes the signed check from him.)
Scully: Then let's change yours. I will deposit your check. You gather your files, go to Skinner's office, give your report before he takes it out on both of us.
(Mulder enters the bank and sees Bernard and Scully holding guns on each other.)
Mulder: Drop your weapon!
Scully: Drop it.
Bernard: I ain't dropping nothing. You put yours down. I'll shoot her!
Mulder: What do you think I'll do then?
Scully: Uh, Mulder, your cell phone's not working.
(Mulder gets a very odd look on his face. Shakes his head.)
Mulder: Wow, that is so strange.
Scully: What?
Mulder: I just got the weirdest sensation of déjà vu. I've been having it all morning.
Scully: Well, that's fairly common.
Mulder: Yeah, but never to this degree. I mean, I woke up, I opened my eyes, I was soaking wet . . .
(Scully looks at him curiously.)
Mulder: It's a long story but I had the distinct sensation that I had lived that moment before.
Scully: Well, you may have. Did you do a lot of drinking in college?
Mulder: Yeah? Well, but what if it were?
Scully: What if you'd lived this moment before and now you're living it again?
Mulder: Yeah -- so that I could right some wrong or change fate.
Scully: Well, right now I'd say you're fated to go to this meeting.
Mulder: No. Actually, I'm fated to go to the bank.
Mulder: I'll use the ATM machine. I don't want to tempt fate.
Mulder: If what you're saying is true, how come I don't remember it? How come you're the only one?
Pam: That's got to be 50 times you've asked me that.
Mulder: 51. What's the answer?
(Skinner's office. Agt. Arnold is droning on. Mulder enters with his files and gives a weak smile and then notices the empty seat beside him.)
Mulder: (interrupting) Um, excuse me, uh . . . Agent Arnold. Um, where's Scully?
Skinner: She just left, Mulder -- I assume to look for you.
Mulder: Uh, excuse me.
(Mulder gets back up and leaves the room. Skinner looks quite over it all.)
(Bernard rips his jacket open exposing the explosives strapped to his chest. Mulder and Scully freeze.)
Mulder: (quietly repeating to himself) He's got a bomb. He's got a bomb. He's got a bomb. He's got a bomb. He's got a bomb. He's got a bomb. He's got a bomb. He's got a bomb.
(After Pam is shot)
Pam: (to Mulder, a look of wonder on her face) This never happened before.
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