Mulder: Oh. Ugh. I don't know what they did with the screen for this thing. (referring to Fowley and Spender)



Mulder: As I said, there's been no scientific credible explanation but there are those of us who believe these strange multicolored lights are really . . .

Scully: UFOs. Extraterrestrial visitors from beyond who apparently have nothing better to do than buzz one mountain over and over again for 700 years.

Mulder: (hurt) Sounds like crap when you say it.



Scully: Mulder, can't you just for once, just . . . for the novelty of it, come up with the simplest explanation, the most logical one, instead of automatically jumping to UFOs or Bigfoot or . . .?

Mulder: Scully, in six years, how . . . how often have I been wrong? No, seriously. I mean, every time I bring you a new case we go through this perfunctory dance. You tell me I'm not being scientifically rigorous and that I'm off my nut, and then in the end who turns out to be right like 98.9% of the time? I just think I've . . . earned the benefit of the doubt here.



Coroner: (Indicating the bodies in adjacent wall coolers) We gave them adjoining suites.



Mulder: Are you Wallace Schiff? (Wallace nods) Well, I hate to tell you this, Wallace, but you're supposed to be dead.



Mulder: Scully, I want you to . . . put aside your scientific bias for a moment. 'Cause what I'm about to tell you is going to change your life forever. Your life, my life, the life of everybody on this planet.

Scully: Mulder . . .

Mulder: (proudly and in awe) I was out there . . . and I found it.

Scully: What?

Mulder: The truth. This couple . . . they were abducted by a UFO-- the Brown Mountain lights.



(Mulder leads Scully into his dim bedroom. He leaves the light off and puts his arm around Scully's shoulder and gently guides her forward.)

Mulder: It doesn't like the light.

Scully: Who?

(A small gray alien reaches around a bedpost and looks at Mulder and Scully. Scully is amazed.)

Mulder: (smiling) I abducted him. It's a gray. It speaks to me. We communicate telepathically. He told me everything.

Scully: I . . . I can hear him!

Mulder: Yeah.

Scully: Oh, my God.



Scully: I, uh . . . I don't know what to say, Mulder. Where to begin. I mean, you . . . you were right. All these years, you were right.

Mulder: (pleased) You think so?

Scully: You were right about the grays, about . . . about the abductions, about the UFOs . . . the lights, the Brown Mountain lights . . .

Mulder: What about the skeletons?

Scully: They were . . . they were fake. They were decoys.

Mulder: (thoughtful) You're buying that decoy theory? What about that organic substance we found on the skeletons? That goo you were so interested in?

Scully: It was nothing. It was bog sludge.

(Mulder puts his hand to his temple as his head begins to ache.)

Mulder: That, uh . . . doesn't sound like you, Scully. It, uh . . . God, I can't believe you're buying this.

Scully: Mulder, I'm admitting that I was wrong.



Byers: Just so you know . . . we've launched our own investigation.

Scully: I was beginning to think that I was the only one who was a little suspicious.

Frohike: We'll find him. We'll find him, and we'll make him pay.

Scully: Find who?

Frohike: The son of a bitch who killed Mulder.

Byers: I hope you're not offended but we, uh, managed to get ahold of your report. I must say, we were impressed by the thoroughness of it.

Langly: Especially given the circumstances.

Scully: I don't understand.

Byers: We concur with your findings. Clearly, this was a ritualistic murder.

Scully: Those were not my findings. You guys believe that, too-- that Mulder was murdered?

Langly: It's the obvious answer.

Scully: No, it is not the obvious answer!

Byers: We believe his body was stripped then skeletonized, possibly by boiling or the use of an acid solution.

Frohike: We'll make that monkey pay.

Scully: What the hell is wrong with everybody?! You guys, there are unanswered questions here! Am I the only one that's asking them?!



Scully: You three, of all people! You should be all over this, not buying the party line! Look, something else is going on here! Am I the only one who thinks that?!



Scully: Where is Mulder? Where is he? What have you done with him?!

Skinner: Listen to me. He's gone. You need to accept that.

Scully: (hysterical, pushing Skinner's hands away) Look, something else is going on here! Where is he?! Where's Mulder?!



Mulder: Look at me. I'm here.

Scully: How did you get here?

Mulder: Aliens brought me back here.

Scully: From North Carolina direct to your apartment door? (Mulder thinks about it.) Mulder, you don't remember getting here, do you? Neither do I.



Scully: Mulder, why did you knock? This is your apartment. (Mulder thinks about it.) And you don't seem the least bit surprised to find me here. And what about the Schiffs? I mean, if they're alive, as you say, then . . . then where are they? Where'd they go? Mulder, five minutes ago . . . this room was filled with people attending your wake.

Mulder: Well, what can I say, Scully? I'm here. I'm real.



Mulder: Whatever happened to the most logical explanation?

Scully: This is it, Mulder. What if we're still there? If we're still in that cave in North Carolina-- that we're not here in this apartment right now?

Mulder: (rubbing his face) Whoa, Scully.

(Is it just me or does DD do a perfect tripped out face? ;)



Mulder: Scully . . . we never escaped. We're still trapped underground.

Scully: Mulder, we did escape. I think you're suffering from post-traumatic stress.

Mulder: No, I'm not. This is not real. (to Skinner) You, you're not real.

Scully: Mulder, I . . .

Mulder: I'll prove it, Scully.

(Mulder stands and pulls out his gun.)

Scully: Mulder!

(Mulder shoots Skinner three times in the chest and yellow goo comes out of the wounds.)

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