[Mulder stands next to Scully, who is laying on a bed in the hospital, and move a strand of her bangs out of her eyes. She begins to wake up.]
Mmm. [Opens her eyes.] What time is it?
(laughing) "What time is it?" It's time to thank your lucky stars.
I'm not laughing at you! (smiles) I'm just very happy to be standing here talking to you, that's all.
(getting concerned) Mulder, what am I doing here?
You were airlifted here in vasogenic shock.
You've got some first-degree burns, and scorching on your hands and face.
(touches face, not understanding) From what?
Mulder... [Looks at the tv, which is showing a report about the attack, along with images of many of the dead bodies found at the scene.]
Is any of this coming back to you?
I was there? [Mulder sighs.] Well, doing what?
I was hoping you were going to answer that question for me.
But it doesn't explain why they would want to kill me. And it doesn't explain why I survived.
It all comes down to a question, one that hasn't been answered or I don't think honestly addressed. Who made that chip in your neck? That chip was found in a military research facility. Our government made that chip, implanted it in your neck as part of a secret military project to develop a biochemical weapon, to monitor your immunity or to destroy you like a lab rat... if the truth were to be exposed. Your cancer, your cure. Everything that's happening to you now. It all points to that chip. The truth I've been searching for? That truth is IN you.
(pauses, looks down) Mulder, when I met you five years ago, you told me that your sister had been abducted... by aliens. That that event had marked you so deeply that nothing else mattered. I didn't believe you, but I followed you... on nothing more than your faith that the truth was out there, based not on facts, not on science, but on your memories that your sister had been taken from you. Your memories were all that you had.
I don't trust those memories now.
Whether you trust them or not, they led you here, and me. But I have no memories to either trust or distrust. And if you ask me now to follow you again, to stand behind you in what you now believe, without knowing what happened to me out there... without those memories, I can't. I won't.
[Stands and goes to window, pauses, then looks back at her.] If I could give you those memories, if I could prove that I was right and that what I believed for so long was wrong-
Is that what you really want?
[Scully is under hypnosis]
There's... there's another one. There's another ship. They see it. They were attacking them.
WWeber
Who were they attacking, Dana?
The... the faceless men. They're... oh my God, I can't...
WWeber
Do you want to stop, Dana?
No. Now it's coming at us. Oh my God! No! Cassandra! Where's Cassandra? They're... they're taking her. They're... oh my God.
You must be losing it, Mulder. I can beat you with one hand.
Isn't that how you like to beat yourself?
[Krycek cocks gun]
If those were my last words, I can do better.
I'm not here to kill you, Mulder. I'm here to help you.
(sarcastically) Hey, thanks.
You know, if it wasn't in my best interests, I would just as soon squeeze the trigger.
Hear this, agent Mulder. Listen very carefully, because what I'm telling you is deadly serious. There is a war raging, and unless you pull your head out of the sand, you and I and about 5 billion other people are gonna go the way of the dinosaur. I'm talking planned invasion- the colonization of this planet by an extraterrestrial race.
(laughing) I thought you were serious.
Kazakhstan, Skyland Mountain, the site in Pennsylvania, they're all alien lighthouses where the colonization will begin, but where now a battle is being raged, a struggle for heaven and earth where there is one law: fight or die. And one rule: resist or serve.
Krycek, you're a murderer, a liar and a coward. Just because you stick a gun in my chest, I'm supposed to believe you're my friend?!
(smiles) Get up. I was sent by a man... a man who knows, as I do, that resistance is in our grasp, and in yours. The mass incinerations were strikes by an alien rebellion, to upset plans for occupation. One of these rebels is being held captive. And if he dies, so does the resistance. [Leans forward and seems to kiss him on the cheek?, then puts his gun away and starts to leave.] (in Russian) Good luck to you, my friend.
