Skinner: Just try to stay away from the windows and doors, if you would.
Mrs. Scobie: Do we have to ask you if we can use the bathroom?
Mulder: Can't blow the whistle with a mouth like that.
Mulder: Well, if it was acid in the face he would have screamed bloody murder.
Mulder: A tobacco employee that doesn't smoke -- Isn't that kind of like a GM executive who drives a Ford?
Skinner: We're here to see Dr. Voss.
Security Man: Do you have an appointment?
(Mulder and Skinner both hold out their badges.)
Security Man: Do you have an appointment?
(Mulder and Skinner look at each other, then hold out their badges again.)
Skinner: Maybe you missed this the first time around.
Skinner: Dr. Voss, can you enlighten us as to what Dr. Scobie intended to tell the grand jury? We know it had to do with company research.
Lead Counsel: I'm sorry. Dr. Voss would be in violation of his employment confidentiality clause in answering that question.
Skinner: You took him off a particular project. Can you tell us why that happened?
Lead Counsel: (interrupting) As before, Dr. Voss would be in violation of his confidentiality clause in answering questions regarding the nature of his work here at Morley. I'm sure you understand our cooperation cannot extend itself to revealing corporate secrets.
Skinner: (getting pissed) I'm not sensing any "cooperation" whatsoever. In fact, I'm one more non-answer away from getting a federal warrant and searching this entire building.
Lead Counsel: Then this meeting is over. Dr. Voss.
Mulder: Dr. Voss . . . can you tell me what that is?
(He tosses the bag to Voss. Inside is the dead beetle from Jim Scobie's glass.)
Dr. Peter Voss: It's a tobacco beetle. Why?
Mulder: We found it at Jim Scobie's house.
Voss: Well, you'll find a lot of these around here. They're everywhere. There's probably a dozen in the grill of your car right now.
Lead Counsel: May I ask where you're going with this, Agent?
Mulder: (sarcastically) I'm sorry, I can't. Answering that question would violate FBI confidentiality due to the sensitive nature of our investigation.
Mulder: Mr. Weaver, did you see or hear anything unusual last night?
Daryl Weaver: Little Korean fellow down the hall. Dresses like wonder woman. But that's every night.
Weaver: Say, there wouldn't happen to be, uh . . . any reward money involved would there? I mean, I could use an extra buck or two.
Mulder: The FBI would appreciate your voluntary cooperation, sir. That's the way it works.
Weaver: Ain't that always the way?
Skinner: Where are you going?
Mulder: See about something else that's been bugging me.
Store Clerk: Anything else? Carton of cigarettes?
Weaver: You don't have my brand.
Weaver: Toodles.
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(Mulder's hospital room - he's asleep. Scully enters and gently takes his hand and rubs his fingers. He wakes up and smiles weakly at her. He looks at her holding his hand. His voice is raspy and hoarse.)
Mulder: Mmm. It must be bad.
Scully: How do you feel?
Mulder: Like a dust buster attacked me.
(Mulder is sitting at the computer in the back of the office. His voice is still very raspy.)
Scully: Hey. Good to be back?
Mulder: (turning to face her) Beats the alternative.
Scully: Well, once we loaded your system up with enough of it, it acted as a sort of chemotherapy . . . except it almost stopped your breathing at the same time.
Mulder: That's not all it did.
(Mulder walks over to his desk and holds up an unopened pack of Morley cigarettes.)
Mulder: I bought these on the way to work.
Scully: You're not going to start smoking.
Mulder: Well, they say the addiction is stronger than heroin.
(He smells the pack.)
Scully: Mulder . . .
(After a beat, Mulder drops the pack into the trashcan. Scully nods in satisfaction.)
Scully: Good. Well, Skinner's waiting for us in his office.
Mulder: I'll be right up.
(Scully looks at him a moment, then nods and leaves the office. Mulder watches her go then looks at the pack of cigarettes lying in the trashcan. Fade to black.)
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