Tagline: Amor Fati



Dr. Harriman: We've exhausted all medical and scientific evidence. By that I mean nothing we can find -- no disease, no hint of disease, only symptoms. The brute fact is he's experiencing so much activity in his temporal lobe that it is effectively destroying his brain.

Mrs. Mulder: (upset) Enough. There's only so much bluntness a mother can take.



Mrs. Mulder: I know you can hear me, Fox. Can you give me a sign?

Mulder: (voice, not physically spoken, matter-of-factly) I can hear you, Mom.

Mrs. Mulder: (voice) Fox.

Mulder: (voice, not understanding what is going on) Mom, I can hear you. I'm here.

Mrs. Mulder: (voice) I love you, my darling boy.

(Seeing and hearing no response, Mrs. Mulder sadly walks away. We hear Mulder's voice getting more and more desperate as she leaves, but his body does not react.)

Mulder: (voice) Mom, where you going? Mom! Mom! Come back, Mom! Mom! (yelling) Mom!! (anguished screaming now) Mom!!!



CSM: I know you can hear me.

(Mulder moves his eyes to look at CSM.)

Mulder: (voice) I could always hear you. Even when my mind is jammed with a thousand voices I can hear you like a snake hissing underneath. How the hell did you get in here?



CSM: Your account is squared -- with me, with God, with the IRS, with the FBI. Rise out of your bed and come with me.

Mulder: I'm dying, you idiot. If I could get up, I'd kick your ass.



CSM: Only part of you is dying. The part that played the hero. You've suffered enough - for the X-Files, for your partner, for the world. You're not Christ. You're not Prince Hamlet. You're not even Ralph Nader. You can walk out of this hospital and the world will forget you.



Kritschgau: Sleep is a luxury, Agent Scully. A self-indulgence we have no time for. Nor does Agent Mulder.

Scully: How did you get in here?

Kritschgau: Getting in is easy. It's what you do once you're inside that's key.



Scully: Well, whatever it is, it's killing him. And we have to get it out of him.

Kritschgau: You destroy this and I'll destroy you.



CSM: At some point I realized that if the Syndicate didn't kill you the FBI would. If the FBI didn't kill you your own misguided heroism would. There's really no way out for you. There's no way for you to cheat death except by disappearing.

Mulder: A man can't just disappear.

CSM: Oh, we've made entire cultures disappear. Like me, now, you'll . . . you'll become a man without a name. But even while you miss your former identity, you'll . . . you'll learn to love life's simpler pleasures.

Mulder: (holding up his cuffed hands) Well, that'll be kind of tough with these on.



CSM: How do you feel?

Mulder: I feel better than I did. I've got to tell Scully. I've got to tell her.

CSM: If you do have contact with her you'll put her in danger.



(CSM lights two cigarettes in his mouth.)

CSM: Can I offer you a cigarette?

Mulder: I don't smoke.

CSM: Maybe now you do.



Albert Hosteen: I was hoping to see your partner.

Scully: He's missing.

Albert: You must save him.

Scully: He's very ill.

Albert: You must find him before something happens not only for his sake-- for the sake of us all.



CSM: You can drive away right now. Drive back to Scully and your X-Files and imminent death and I wouldn't be surprised if you did but I think you should take a look around. I mean, why leave something behind until you . . . until you know what it is you're leaving?



(Mulder, still handcuffed and wearing his hospital gown enters the house. No one is there. He walks through the very nice kitchen and opens the refrigerator. Inside, next to the regular food, are lots of bags of Spitz brand sunflower seeds. Mulder smiles.)

Deep Throat: They can change your name but they can't change the things you love.

(Mulder turns and sees Deep Throat standing behind him.)

Mulder: It can't be.(Deep Throat chuckles.) You're dead.

Deep Throat: (laughs heartily) No. No, just really relaxed.



Mulder: Scully . . . saw you get shot . . . on the bridge six years ago. Sure, you're . . . dead.

(They hug, Mulder, grinning, doing the best he can while handcuffed.)

Deep Throat: One, uh, well-placed bullet . . . (pulls up his shirt to show the long healed wound) A punctuation mark in a man's life and you get to start a whole new chapter. I'm fine, son. Aside from a little tennis elbow.



Mulder: I felt responsible for your death.

Deep Throat: You can let that go. Clearly, I'm alive.

Mulder: I thought that you died for my quest.

Deep Throat: Yes, along with Scully's sister and the man you thought was your father and Duane Barry and even Scully's mysterious illness and on and on and on. You can let go of all that guilt. I'm here to tell you that you're not the hub of the universe, the cause of life and death. We-- you and I-- we're . . . merely puppets in a master plan. No more, no less. You've suffered enough. Now you should enjoy your life. Let me show you something. (pulls out his wallet and shows pictures) That's my wife and daughters, we live just down the street. I hope . . . you'll visit us for dinner.



(Dream beach. Mulder walks up to where the boy is building a structure in the sand. A wave comes up and ruins the structure.)

Mulder: Hello.

(The boy looks up at him, tears in his eyes. Mulder pats him on the shoulder comfortingly.)

Mulder: Hey, buddy, that's okay. You can build it again. Just start again. Okay?

(The boy nods hopefully as Mulder brushes the tears off of his face)



Skinner: Agent Scully, I asked you not to involve me in this.

Scully: It's all here, sir-- a foretelling of mass extinction; a myth about a man who can save us from it. That's why they took Mulder. They think that his illness is a gift-- protection against the coming plague.



Fowley: What's wrong, Fox?

Mulder: There's nothing wrong. Perfect. It's all perfect. What the hell am I doing here?

Fowley: You just need some coffee.

Mulder: No. I'm serious. I have commitments-- to the X-Files, to Scully, to my sister . . .



CSM: They think what he has is killing him but, in actuality, he's never been more alive.

Fowley: Do you think he dreams?

CSM: I'm sure he dreams.

Fowley: About what, I wonder.

CSM: The dreams all men who are owned by the world have-- a simpler life . . . full of small pleasures. Extraordinary men are always most tempted by the most ordinary things. Dreams are all he has now.



Scully: Bum a cigarette, Agent Fowley?

Fowley: I don't smoke.

Scully: Really? I could swear I smell cigarette smoke on you.

Fowley: Let's cut the crap, shall we?

Scully: Yes. Let's.



Scully: Where's Mulder?

Fowley: Maybe before you go around blaming everyone you can find for what's happened to Mulder you could think about what you could've done to prevent it.

Scully: I just want you to think. Think of Mulder when you met him. Think of the promise and the life in front of him. Think of him now. And then try and stand there in front of me, look me in the eye and tell me Mulder wouldn't bust his ass trying to save you.

Fowley: I'm thinking, Agent Scully. I'm always thinking.



CSM: All these years . . . all the questioning why . . . why keep Mulder alive? When it was so simple to remove the threat that he posed?

Project Doctor: : There was no way you could have predicted this.

CSM: The fact remains, he's become our savior. He's immune to the coming viral apocalypse. He's the hero here.

Project Doctor: He may not survive the procedure.

CSM: Then he suffers a hero's fate.



(The Dream Beach. 39-year-old Mulder in jeans and a T-shirt walks over to the boy who has finished a HUGE sand UFO, just like the one Scully found in Africa.)

Mulder: Wow. What did you make?

Boy: An unidentified flying object.

(The boy jumps down from the top of the ship and begins kicking it apart.)

Mulder: Hey! What are . . . what are you doing? Why are you destroying your spaceship?

Boy: (accusing) It's your spaceship. You're destroying it. (throws a handful of sand at Mulder) You were supposed to help me.

(Mulder is speechless, watching the boy destroy the ship.)



Albert: You're running out of time.

Scully: Why do you come to me like this? Why? When I can't find him.

Albert: You don't look in the right place.

Scully: I don't think you're hearing me.

Albert: You don't know where he is?

Scully: Even if I did I wouldn't know how to save him. This science makes no sense to me.

Albert: Have you looked for him here?

(He points to her chest, right above her heart.)



Albert: There are more worlds than the one you can hold in your hand.



Very Old Mulder: Where's Samantha?

CSM: Your sister died five years ago.

(Very Old Mulder is sad. Breathing is hard.)

Very Old Mulder: Where . . . What about Deep Throat?

CSM: We've been over this. He's dead. Diana's dead . . . and Scully.

(Mulder gasps in anguish.)

Very Old Mulder: Scully's dead?

CSM: She's dead.

(Mulder begins to cry.)



Mulder: We're the last, you and I.

CSM: The end . . . and the beginning.



(Scully walking into the bedroom of Very Old Mulder. He reaches out eagerly and holds Scully's arm in his hand. He is weak, but is beaming at her, happy she is there.)

Very Old Mulder: (hurt) Scully, don't . . . I'm dying.

Scully: You're not supposed to die, Mulder-- not here.

Very Old Mulder: What do you mean?

Scully: Not in a comfortable bed with the devil outside.

Very Old Mulder: No, you don't understand. He's taking care of me.

Scully: No, Mulder, he's lulled you to sleep. He's made you trade your true mission for creature comforts.



Scully: No, Mulder, you must get up. You must get up and fight . . . especially you. This isn't your place. Get up, Mulder. Get up and fight the fight.



(Scully entering the DOD medical room. It is deserted except for Mulder still lying with his arms outstretched. All he has is a small sheet over his hips and a white gauze bandage on his head. Scully quietly steps up beside him and touches his head.)

Scully: Mulder. Mulder, you've got to wake up. I've got to get you out of here. Mulder, can you understand me? (beginning to cry) Mulder, you've got to get up. I don't know how much time we have. You've got to get up, Mulder. (whispering, pleading) No one can do it but you, Mulder. Mulder, help me. Please, Mulder.

(A tear rolls down her cheek and falls on his eyelid, then down his cheek as she lets her face fall onto his shoulder. Mulder opens his eyes and clears his throat. His voice is raw.)

Mulder: (weakly) You . . . help . . . me.

(He wraps his arms around her as she tenderly supports his neck and head.)



Mulder: Scully, what are you doing here? Actually, I was just getting dressed to come see you but I . . . I couldn't find a tie to go with my victory cap.

(Scully reaches up and takes the cap off of his head.)

Scully: Mulder, no work. You have to go back to bed.

(She starts to pull the tie away, but he grabs it back playfully.)

Mulder: Oh, wait. Tie goes to the runner.

(Mulder chuckles at his joke, and Scully smiles.)

Mulder: Scully, I, um . . . I was coming down . . . to work to tell you that Albert Hosteen is dead. He died last night in New Mexico. He'd been in a coma for two weeks. There was . . . no way he could have been in your apartment.

Scully: He was there-- we . . . we prayed together. Mulder, I don't believe that. I . . . I don't believe it. It's impossible.

Mulder: Is it any more impossible than what you saw in Africa or what you saw in me?

Scully: I don't know what to believe anymore. Mulder, I was so determined to find a cure to save you that I could deny what it was that I saw and now I don't even know . . . I don't know . . . I don't know what the truth is . . . I don't know who to listen to. I don't know who to trust. (Pause. She is now crying.) Diana Fowley was found murdered this morning. I never trusted her . . . but she helped save your life just as much as I did. She gave me that book. It was her key that led me to you. I'm sorry . . . I'm so sorry. I know she was your friend.

(She puts her arms around his shoulders and they hold each other.)

Mulder: Scully, I was like you once-- I didn't know who to trust. Then I . . . I chose another path . . . another life, another fate, where I found my sister. The end of my world was unrecognizable and upside down. There was one thing that remained the same. (He holds her face and gazes at her.) You . . . were my friend, and you told me the truth. Even when the world was falling apart, you were my constant . . . my touchstone.

Scully: And you are mine.

(They move their faces close together . . . and Scully kisses him on the forehead. Not a peck. A very nice, sweet, long kiss. They pull slightly apart, still touching. Scully puts his ball cap back on his head and cups his face in her hands. They look at each other with every bit of trust, friendship, respect, love, and whatever else these two have for each other. Then she touches his lips gently with her fingers and leaves. Mulder stands in the doorway and closes his eyes.)

(Thanks to CarriK for the wonderful description of that last scene between Mulder and Scully. I couldn't put it any better =)

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