Tagline: BELIEVE TO UNDERSTAND
Mulder: (voiceover) They said the birds refused to sing and the thermometer fell suddenly as if God himself had his breath stolen away. No one there dared speak aloud, as much in shame as in sorrow. They uncovered the bodies one by one. The eyes of the dead were closed as if waiting for permission to open them. Were they still dreaming of ice cream and monkey bars? Of birthday cake and no future but the afternoon? Or had their innocence been taken along with their lives buried in the cold earth so long ago? These fates seemed too cruel, even for God to allow. Or are the tragic young born again when the world's not looking? I want to believe so badly; in a truth beyond our own hidden and obscured from all but the most sensitive eyes . . . In the endless procession of souls . . . in what cannot and will not be destroyed. I want to believe we are unaware of God's eternal recompense and sadness. That we cannot see His truth. That that which is born still lives and cannot be buried in the cold earth. But only waits to be born again at God's behest . . . where in ancient starlight we lay in repose.
Scully: Mulder, I know you wanted to find her out there.
Mulder: He's got hours of video of her.
Scully: I'm talking about your sister. I know that's who you're looking for.
Mulder: Yeah. You don't know how badly I wanted her to be in one of those graves. As hard as it is to admit, I wanted to find her here riding her bike like all these other kids. I guess I just want it to be over.
Older Agent: Why, Agent Scully? Why do you want to bring all this back up now?
Scully: Someone owes it to Mulder.
Older Agent: Word of advice, me to you: Let it be. You know, there's some wounds that are just too painful ever to be reopened.
Scully: Well, this particular wound has never healed. And Mulder deserves closure, just like anyone.
Mulder: What is she saying? Harold?
Harold Piller: I don't know. I . . . She's gone.
Mulder: Come on, Harold.
Harold: I lost her.
Mulder: (angry) That's crap. You're full of crap.
Mulder: Not exactly the end of the rainbow, is it, Harold?
CSM: I should've grabbed it for you. (Scully looks up and sees CSM as he lights a cigarette.) I like to make myself useful.
Scully: You can start by putting out that cigarette.
CSM: Got it all figured out, don't you, Agent Scully?
Scully: All but why you can't just come to the door and knock.
CSM: I did that. No one answered.
Scully: You're sick.
CSM: I had an operation.
Mulder: You were right. This was the house.
Harold: How do you know?
Mulder: Look. (points down)
Harold: I told you. What did I tell you?
Mulder: You told me she was here. You didn't say with who.
(Harold looks down at the sidewalk. There’s a handprint in the cement with “Samantha" written under it. Beneath it is another handprint with the name "Jeffrey.")
Scully: You were institutionalized, diagnosed with schizophrenia.
Harold: I've got that under control.
Harold: We're going to need to hold hands.
Scully: What do you mean?
Harold: I'm going to try and summon their presence into the house.
Scully: Oh, yay. A séance. I haven't done that since high school.
Mulder: (to Scully, taking her hand) Maybe afterwards we can play postman and spin the bottle.
Mulder: (reading) "They did more tests today, but not the horrible kind. I was awake and they made me lay still . . . while they shined lights in my eyes. They asked me questions, but I always lie now and tell them what they want to hear, just to make them stop. I hate them and I hate the way they treat me . . . like I'm an old suitcase they can just drag around and open up whenever they want to. They know I hate them, but they don't even care."
Mulder: This is 1979. She's 14 years old here. 14 years old.
Mulder turns the pages to later entries. Scully watches him.)
Mulder: "Sometimes I think my memories were taken by the doctors but not all of them. I remember faces. I think I had a brother . . . with brown hair, who used to tease me. I hope someday he reads this and knows I wish I could see his face for real."
(Mulder turns a few more pages, skimming them.)
Mulder: And then, uh . . . she's, uh . . . talking about running away. She wants to run away so that they stop doing the tests. And then it just stops.
(He looks at the book. Scully reaches over and gently holds his hand.)
Scully: Let's get out of here.
(Scully joins Mulder outside the restaurant where he is looking up at the stars.)
Mulder: You know, we never stop to think . . . that the light is billions of years old by the time we see it. From the beginning of time right past us into the future. Nothing is ancient in the universe. Maybe they are souls, Scully. Traveling through time as starlight looking for homes. I wonder what my mother saw. And I wonder what she was trying to tell me.
Scully: Go get some sleep.
(Mulder finds her words both funny and painful. He smiles, and bends over slightly, then straightens.)
Mulder: All right.
(Mulder, Scully, and Harold pull up in front of a house. They start walking toward it, but Scully senses when Mulder stops and she turns to him.)
Scully: What's wrong?
Mulder: I have this . . . powerful feeling and I can't explain it, but that . . . this is the end of the road. That I've been brought here to learn the truth.
Scully: Are you ready for it?
(Mulder nods slightly.)
Scully: Do you want me to go talk to her myself?
(Mulder nods again.)
(Mulder is walking into the woods nearby. He sees the ghostly image of the boy. The boy holds his hand out to Mulder and leads him up a small hill. Lots of ghostly, glowing children are playing together, all ages. They are all happy. Mulder lets go of the boy’s hand. He sees Amber Lynn Lapierre who looks up and smiles at him. Mulder smiles back. He sees a pretty young brown haired girl running toward him. He stares in amazement.)
Mulder: Samantha.
(The glowing Samantha embraces him warmly, touches his face as they gaze at each other, then holds him again as he holds her and strokes and kisses her hair. He is smiling. It's okay.)
Scully: Mulder, where did you go?
Mulder: End of the road.
Mulder: He's okay. It's okay.
Harold: My son? You saw my son?
Mulder: He's dead. They're all dead, Harold. Your son, Amber Lynn, and my sister.
Harold: No.
Mulder: Harold you see so much but you refuse to see him. You refuse to let him go. But you have to let him go now, Harold. He's protected. He's in a better place. They're all in a better place. We both have to let go, Harold.
Harold: You're wrong. I'm going to find him. I don't believe you.
Scully: Mulder, what happened? Are you sure you're all right?
Mulder: I'm fine . . . I'm free.
(Me: Big sniffs and boo hoos after I saw this ep =*(
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