Scully: What are we doing, Mulder? This is a police matter at best.

Mulder: Skinner wants us on the case.

Scully: Are you going to try and convince me that you have no personal interest in this case?

Mulder: I am just a hired gun for the FBI.



Scully: Mulder . . . look, after all you've done, after all you've uncovered-- a conspiracy of men doing human experiments, men who are all now dead-- you exposed their secrets. I mean, you've won. What more could you possibly hope to do or to find?

(Mulder looks at her with a small sad smile.)

Mulder: My sister.



(Out in the hall, Mulder is splashing water from the drinking fountain on his face. The noise has faded again. Scully joins him.)

Scully: What is it, Mulder?

Mulder: I don't know. It's, uh . . . a hollow noise. The same thing that happened to me at work in the elevator this morning.

(Mulder dries his face with a handkerchief. Scully puts her hand to his forehead.)

Scully: Do you have a fever?

Mulder: No. This is going to sound weird but I think it's that thing.

Scully: You're not kidding. It's just a piece of paper.



(Mulder enters his office)

Scully: You're late.

Mulder: I'm sorry. I thought this was my office.



Scully: I called Chuck as I knew you would for authentication, and to get his professional opinion on how you say it's affecting you.

Chuck: Fascinating, Mulder.

Mulder: You don't believe it, Chuck?

Chuck: No, no. You know me. This is right up my twisted little alley.



Mulder: Yes. This man Solomon Merkmallen is dead. Barnes knows it. He killed him-- killed him in that lab.

Scully: Well, I hope you're not going to suggest that we arrest him on that rather baseless assumption.

Mulder: No, I'm not . . . not until after I show you what he did with the body.



Scully: Mulder, you also said that we'd find a body. Care to make good on that prediction?

(Scully follows Mulder as he goes confidently into the kitchen. He puts his hand over his nose.)

Mulder: Scully, you packing any latex?

Scully: No. Why?

Mulder: Doesn't it smell like somebody forgot to take out the garbage?

(Mulder gets a dishtowel and opens the trash compactor. They both gasp at the smell. Flies buzz out. Mulder gingerly opens the black plastic bag inside the compactor exposing Dr. Merkmallen's face and dismembered body. Flies are crawling over the remains. Very disgusting.)

Scully: Oh, God.



(Mulder hears the noise getting louder and grabs his head in pain.)

Skinner: Agent Mulder?

Mulder: Is there someone else on this case, sir?

Skinner: Excuse me?

Mulder: (accusing) There's someone else on this case -- you're not telling me.

Skinner: What's the hell's he talking about?

Mulder: I hear it . . . in my head.



Scully: Mulder, you're losing it.

Mulder: No, I'm not. Listen to me-- he's not telling the truth. I'm hearing people. He's spying on us.

Scully: Mulder, you need to see a doctor.

Mulder: I need to find those artifacts.

Scully: I'll find the artifacts. You need to go home right now.



Krycek: Dr. Barnes . . .

Dr. Barnes: Yes.

Krycek: Dr. Barnes you and I are . . . destined to be great friends.



Mulder: No, it would mean that our progenitors were alien, that our genesis was alien, that we're here because of them; that they put us here.

Scully: Mulder, that is science fiction. It doesn't hold a drop of water.

Mulder: You're wrong. It holds everything. Don't you see? All the mysteries of science everything we can't understand or won't explain, every human behaviorism - cosmology, psychology, everything in the X-Files-- it all owes to them. It's from them.

Scully: Mulder, I will not accept that. It is just not possible.

Mulder: Well, then, you go ahead and prove me wrong, Scully.



Scully: Where are you?

Skinner: A hospital in Georgetown. I'm calling with some bad news. Mulder's in serious condition here.

Scully: What happened to him?

Skinner: Nobody knows, Agent Scully. You should do whatever you can to get here as soon as possible.

Scully: (to the doctor). I have to go. I have to leave.



Scully: (worried) They just told me he's in the special psychiatric unit.

Skinner: I told you on the phone . . .

Scully: No, you said that there was bad news. You didn't tell me what was wrong. Look, I'm sorry. It just took me three flights to get here.

Skinner: I don't know what to do, Dana. No one else does, either. I knew you'd want to be here to see him, to talk to the doctors.

(Long tense pause. Skinner takes her hand.)

Scully: What? What is it?



(Scully and Skinner enter a room where Fowley is standing in front of several monitors of patients in psychiatric cells. One of the patients is Mulder, pacing the small area. He is wearing a hospital gown.)

Diana: Thank you for coming. He was asking for you last night.

(Scully glances at Diana, then watches as Mulder paces. She is very upset. A Doctor enters.)

Doctor: You really shouldn't be in here.

Scully: What's wrong with him? This man right here, Fox Mulder?

(Mulder suddenly faces the camera and begins screaming Scully's name.)

Doctor: We don't know what's wrong with him and we don't know what to do for him. He's got extremely abnormal brain function but there is no signs of stroke. We're waiting to run more tests.

Scully: Waiting for what?

Doctor: He's extremely violent. With what we've given him he should be in a barbiturate coma but there's brain activity in areas we've never seen before.

Scully: I want to talk to him.

Doctor: No, he's a danger to anyone.

Scully: (confidently) Not to me.



Diana: (to Scully) Can we speak in the hall?

Scully: (defensively) About what?

Skinner: Agent Scully.

(Skinner holds the door open. Mulder yells "Scully" clearly and directly to her through the camera. She stares at his image.)



Skinner: The X-File here is a fraud. Scully has ample proof of that-- evidence authenticated by a scholar and authority.

(Scully turns and stares at Skinner.)

Scully: I never sent you that report.

Skinner: Anyway, the case is being resolved.

Diana: Not as far as it affects Agent Mulder. If you know what's happening, why won't you tell me?

Scully: Why were you with him last night?

Diana: He called me. I found him in a university stairwell. He could barely speak. He said I was the only one who'd believe him-- about an artifact.

(Scully stares at Diana.)

Scully: You're a liar.

(Scully starts to leave. Skinner grabs her hand.)

Skinner: Scully!

Scully: You're both liars.



Dr. Sandoz: Yes, all right, but I realized something. The letters Albert translated on the artifact . . . I know what they are.

Scully: What they are?

Dr. Sandoz: Yes. They're coordinates, Agent Scully.

Scully: For what?

Dr. Sandoz: For genes. They're symbols for gene clusters--the human genome.

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