(Mulder sits alone in his hospital room. He has flashbacks of himself screaming during his torture aboard the spaceship: his cheeks being pulled, his nose invaded, his chest being cut open. He touches his scars. Flashback of another scream as his soft palette is being drilled. He swallows uncomfortably. Scully and the doctor enter the room.)
Scully: Mulder, you okay?
(Mulder is not okay, but takes a moment to collect himself, then turns to face Scully and the doctor.)
Mulder: Yeah. For a guy who was, uh . . . in a coffin not too long ago I think I'm doing pretty damn good. I don't quite have my legs under me . . . yet.
(Mulder's apartment after being realeased from the hospital.)
Mulder: Something looks different.
Scully: It's clean.
(Mulder chuckles, but without much humor.)
Mulder: Ah . . . that's it. (He leans down and looks in the fish tank.) Missing a molly.
Scully: Yeah. She wasn't as lucky as you.
Absalom: I know all I need to know.
Marion: Want to bet?
(Absalom looks up at the book that Marion is holding out. The title is: "THE COMING APOCALYPSE.")
Marion: Put a rise in your Levi's
Scully: I've had a partner for the last several months. He was assigned to help me find you.
Mulder: Mission accomplished. Does he know what he's doing at all, this guy?
Skinner: About the paranormal? Not much.
Mulder: I see. Then maybe the question is not who fired this magic bullet, but whether or not it was a lone gunman.
(Scully's phone beeps. She looks at the display.)
Scully: I don't know if this is going to make you feel any better.
(She shows Skinner her phone. The message reads: "WHERE IS EVERYBODY? COME ON DOWN. Mulder." )
(X-Files office. Scully and Skinner enter. Mulder, dressed in one of his suits, is sitting in his chair, his feet up on the desk. He is looking at a copy of the photo of the abductees. He looks up at them happily. A picture of Samantha is on the desk.)
Mulder: Hey.
Scully: Mulder . . .
Mulder: Who says you can't go home again?
Scully: What are you doing here?
Mulder: What's it look like?
Skinner: It looks like you want to give them real ammunition to use on you, that's what it looks like.
Mulder: Hey, I am just down here visiting my buds. Where is this Agent Doggett anyway? What kind of hours does he keep?
Mulder: Anything to do with this? This Absalom abductee class picture?
Scully: Yes . . . It does. Why?
Mulder: Because I noticed that the man who was shot on the White House lawn is one of the men in that photograph. Top right hand corner. In profile. Howard Salt, if I'm not mistaken.
(Scully looks at the photo, glances resignedly at Skinner, then back to Mulder.)
Scully: He's right. You're right.
Mulder: Consider that a freebie. The next one's going to cost you.
Skinner: Why? What else do you know?
Mulder: Oh, I don't know anything. But you know me, I got a real big hunch. This Howard Salt was a multiple alien abductee, worked for the U.S. Census Bureau. Wanted to get word to the President, unspecified grievances. What do you want to bet those grievances were?
Scully: You think he knew something?
Mulder: I think they killed him for it.
Skinner: The man jumped the White House fence. He had a gun.
Mulder: Once again, I'm a betting man. I'm betting he had more than that.
Scully: Mulder, you make it sound like this was a conspiracy.
Mulder: Ooh. There's that word again.
Skinner: You're being paranoid, Mulder. Even for you.
Mulder: Do you want to hear something really paranoid? The FBI gets its way, there's going to be nobody down here to ask the paranoid questions. Nobody to find those faces in those photographs. Surely not this Agent Doggett.
Scully: Mulder, I know you know this, but if anything leaves this room you could be in violation of the law.
(Mulder is looking around the dark room.)
Mulder: Really? When I was dead I was hoping maybe they changed the rules.
Scully: Mulder, just being here could be used by Kersh as cause for dismissal.
Mulder: Then why don't you shut the door so he doesn't find out.
Scully: Mulder, you've been through an ordeal that defies all logical explanation. How can you think that these two men have the answers when they defy all standard of credibility?
(Mulder has been looking through files from the boxes. He pulls out a laptop and boots it up.)
Mulder: Since when has an X-File not defied a certain standard of credibility? At least that's the way it used to work.
Scully: Mulder, if you go down the X-Files will go down, too. I mean, theoretically, they could put you in prison for what you're doing here.
Mulder: Yeah, well, compared to where I just was, prison would be a Princess cruise.
(Mulder closes the laptop and removes the hard drive.)
Scully: What are you doing?
Mulder: I'm going to book myself on that Princess cruise.
Scully: I'll book it for you.
(She takes the hard drive from him and they leave)
(Scully's apartment. Frohike opens the door for Mulder. They smile at each other.)
Frohike: You know, it's really not fair. You've been dead for six months and you still look better than me. But not by much.
(Frohike hugs him tightly around the waist. Mulder embraces him back and laughs softly.)
Mulder: Melvin. I'd be a whole lot happier to see you if you'd just take your hands off my ass.
Mulder: Well, just remember, boys, this is America. Just because you get more votes doesn't mean you win.
Doggett: Agent Mulder, get out of there! Agent Mulder!
(Doggett keeps knocking.)
Frohike: (on radio) Mulder? What the hell's that?
Doggett: Your life's in danger if you don't get out now.
Mulder: (on radio) Just a fly buzzing around the window.
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