This is an FBI fleet sedan from our Kansas City field office requisitioned by two seasoned agents there driven into a tree at 43 miles an hour by the female agent in a novel effort to kill her male counterpart. Now, you might think I'm going to suggest psychokinesis-- pk-- someone or something controlling the agents with remote, mind-bending power.
ScullyBut it's not?
Both agents sustained critical injuries. Their stories eerily similar ...
[Two slides of the woman who looks like Scully lying in full body cast in the hospital.]
...as if they temporarily lost control of their minds unable to alter their behavior.
[Two slides of the man who looks like Mulder, also in full body casts]
You may think that I'm going to say it's past lives unresolved or fate, stalking the agents like an animal ...
Scully
... but you're not.
No, the interesting thing about these agents is they had worked together for seven years previously without any incident.
Scully
Seven years?
Yeah, but they are not ... romantically involved if that's what you're thinking.
Scully
Not even I would be so farfetched.
[Mulder smiles slightly. The next slide shows that the two agents are in the same hospital room, with their matching injuries.]
You have any ideas, Scully, any thoughts?
Scully
What I'm thinking, Mulder, is how familiar this seems. Playing Watson to your Sherlock. You dangling clues out in front of me one by one. It's a game, and... and, as usual, you're, you're holding something back from me. You're not telling me something about this case.
(finger to his mouth, pretending to think hard about it) Hmm...
Scully
Okay, so these agents were investigating something. (Mulder chuckles) Something... much like what they themselves were almost killed by. Uh, something they came into contact with. Uh... Third party? (Mulder, playing with her, holds up two fingers) Two third parties. Twins? Relatives? A doppelganger? (Mulder shakes his head and taps his nose) A corporeal likeness that appears unbidden from the spirit world the sight of which presages one's own death or... a double, conjured into the world by a technique called bilocation... (Mulder stops teasing and looks up at her in awe as she continues) which in psychological terms represents the person's secret desires and impulses committing acts that the, uh, real person cannot commit himself... or herself? (he smiles at her; she's annoyed) Mulder, the slide, please! (He finally advances the projector to show a slide of the Kansas driver's license of Betty Templeton. Scully proudly claps her hands.) Yes!
(pouting) Don't go thinking I'm going to start doing the autopsies.
Scully
It's me.
(lets her in; she goes and sits on the bed) What's wrong, Scully? You look sick.
Scully
I don't know what's wrong.
Scully
I, um... I was starting to get ready for bed and I started to feel really dizzy - vertigo or something - and then I just... I started to get chills.
You want me to call a doctor?
Scully
No, I just... I just want to get warm. Thank you. (she climbs under the covers, he tucks her in before crawling in next to her and spooning with her)
It's not worth it, Scully.
Scully
What?
Scully
Oh, Mulder, I'm going to be fine.
No, I've been thinking about it. Looking at you tonight, holding that baby... knowing everything that's been taken away from you. A chance for motherhood and your health and that baby. I think that... I don't know, maybe they're right.
Scully
Who's right?
The FBI. Maybe what they say is true, though for all the wrong reasons. It's the personal costs that are too high. There so much more you need to do with your life. There's so much more than this. There has to be an end, Scully.
Scully
Mulder, if any of this is true...
If it is, or if it isn't, I want you to forget about it, Scully.
Scully
Forget about it?
You're not going back out there. I'm not going to let you go back out there.
Scully
What are you talking about?
It has to end sometime. That time is now.
Scully
Mulder...
Scully, you have to understand that they're taking abductees. You're an abductee. I'm not going to risk... losing you.
Scully
I won't let you go alone.
SAgent Short
I see the money bleed out, but it just doesn't seem to make the results of your work any better. So many of the cases you investigate are left unexplained. Makes it hard to justify the expense.
Scully
So much of the work that we do cannot be measured in standard terms.
SAgent Short
How would you measure it?
Scully
We open doors with the X-Files, which lead to other doors.
SAgent Short
Doors leading to... "A conspiracy of men who cooperated with alien beings to create human alien hybrids." So we could all become slaves of an alien invasion.
Scully
I believe that there was once a conspiracy. I believe I was taken by men who subjected me to medical tests, which gave me cancer and left me barren.
SAgent Short
But you don't believe in aliens?
Scully
I've seen things that I cannot deny.
(enters her hospital room) Agent Scully.
Scully
Hi.
Scully
I'm feeling fine. They're just running some tests on me.
Well... um... (he looks like he's in pain; he can't say it)
Scully
(almost crying) I already heard.
(voice breaking) I lost him. I don't know what else I can say. I lost him. I'll be asked... what I saw. And what I saw, I can't deny. I won't.
Scully
(crying) We will find him. I have to. (Skinner nods and starts to leave) Sir, um... there's something else I need to tell you. Something that I need for you to keep to yourself. (she looks torn between laughing and crying) I'm having a hard time explaining it. Or believing it. But, um... (she smiles - half joy, half pain) I'm pregnant.
[Skinner is speechless. Scully tries to smile but is both laughing and sobbing.]
Scully
I don't believe this.
This isn't about finding Mulder - this is about Kersh covering the FBI's ass.
Scully
Why do I get the feeling they'd be happy if we never found him at all?
Look... I saw what I saw. I have to make a statement in there. I'm not going to tell them it didn't happen.
Scully
Well, you heard Kersh. They don't want the truth. You give them the truth, and they'll hang you with it.
They can hang me with a lie, too. I'm not going to sell Mulder out.
Scully
What good are you to Mulder if you give them the power to ruin your career? (he doesn't answer) We will find him.
Scully
What's my theory? My theory is you don't know Mulder at all. You never did. (flips his badge over, showing his name) "John Doggett." Kersh's task force leader. You might have just introduced yourself.
Well, I was getting around to it.
Scully
(throws a cup full of water in his face) Nice to meet you, Agent Doggett.
This has gone too far, Scully.
Scully
No. That's what's wrong here. It hasn't gone far enough. I need those car keys.
And what do you think you're going to do?
Scully
(tearing up) Look, we are being hampered here by the FBI, by John Doggett, by doubt, by our own mistrust. Whatever it is, it is working... as long as we let it.
You told me Mulder wouldn't allow it. Wouldn't let me ruin my career over this. Over him. But what about you, Scully? I mean, my god, you've got even more at stake.
Scully
(voice cracking; nearly crying) I-I can't take the chance that I'm never going to see him again.
Scully
Well... do you have any questions?
(understatement, chuckling) Just a few. Maybe first you could tell me where your area is here and, uh.. where mine's going to be.
Scully
(firmly) This is my partner's office, Agent Doggett. You and I will just be using it for a while. (sets Mulder's nameplate on the front of his desk)
Scully
There are X-files cases that describe similar paranormal findings. Alien abductees, who came back with anomalous medical stats.
You know, these words - "anomalous," "supernatural," "paranormal" - they purport to explain something by not explaining it. It's lazy.
Wait, you, you're not saying this guy has X-ray vision?
Scully
I am remarking that these wavelengths exist and the only thing that is stopping us from seeing them, if you will, is the biochemical structure of our eyes. I am.. conjecturing that if this structure was somehow different, we'd have the ability to see things that we don't.
(leans in and whispers) Calling Clark Kent.
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