The X-Files · Season 6, Episode 4
“Dreamland” · Season 6, Episode 4
In this episode: Fox Mulder (6), Dana Scully (3)
(pointing at a sign) Milepost 134. Two miles to go.
(dryly) I'm all a-tingle. (they share a look) So, Mulder, this supposed clandestine source who's contacted you how do we know that he's not just another crackpot whose encyclopedic knowledge of extraterrestrial life isn't derived exclusively from reruns of Star Trek?
Mulder, it's the dim hope of finding that proof that's kept us in this car, or one very much like it for more nights than I care to remember. (Mulder looks at her fondly) Driving hundreds if not thousands of miles through neighborhoods and cities and towns where people are raising families and buying homes and playing with their kids and their dogs, and... in short, living their lives. While we - we - we just keep driving.
What is your point?
Don't you ever just want to stop? Get out of the damn car? Settle down and live something approaching a normal life?
(defensive) This is a normal life. [Scully smiles to herself.]
Okay, well, uh... Everybody have a, uh... a good day at your various, uh... (realizes no one is paying attention) All right. (Turns to leave.)
Mom!
Morris! What about Chris?
Chris?
You said you'd give me an answer today.
Her nose. You said you'd give her an answer about her nose.
[Family waits in anticipation. This is obviously a very important decision.]
Um... I think... [Chris gives him a little girl look.] I think she's a little young for plastic surgery don't you think? [Chris cries again.]
Oh, for God's sake, Morris - a nose ring! She said she wants a nose ring!
(to Mulder) I hate you! I wish you were dead.
Well, my work here is done. Have a nice day.
[Looks into "his" closet, filled with black suits and white shirts.] Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Johnny Cash.
[Mulder is again asleep on the recliner; Joanne wakes him.]
This is not a marriage. It's a farce.
What?
You're not attracted to me anymore. I disgust you, don't i?
No. No. It's not... It's not that you're disgusting. I-i-it's just that...
It's just that you don't want to ever make love to me ever again, that's all. That and you mumble something about Scully in your sleep. Who is Scully, Morris? Is it another woman?
Does Scully sound like a woman's name to you?
Who is Scully? Tell me.
Oh, Joanne, I'm sure I've told you many times in the past that there are things about my work that unfortunately, I have to keep a secret.
Oh, no, buster. That's not going to fly this time.
My point is that there are a lot of things you don't know about me. And... I've just... I've been under a lot of pressure lately. I mean, up is down and black is white. I don't know where I stand anymore. I don't even know... who I am really anymore. I just... I know for sure that I am not the man you married. I'm just not. And I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry.
Oh, god, Morris. I didn't know. They have that pill now. (understanding laughter) We can work this out. There's other ways to be intimate.
[Mulder looks horrified; she hugs him. The doorbell rings.]
I'm sorry. Uh, Morris Fletcher?
(quietly) Scully, it's me. It's Mulder. [Mulder closes the door and pulls Scully into the driveway.]
(nervous) You're, uh... You're the man from the other night? From Area 51?
(yelling from inside the house) Liar!
You phoned me. Would you mind telling me what this is about?
I'm Mulder. I'm really Mulder. I switched bodies, places, identities with this man Morris Fletcher the man that you think is Mulder, but he's not. (sees his reflection in the car window - of Morris) Of course you don't believe me. Why was I expecting anything different? Your full name is Dana Katherine Scully. Your badge number is... Hell! I don't know your badge number. Your mother's name is Margaret. Your brother's name is Bill Jr. He's in the Navy and he hates me. (no response from Scully) Lately, for lunch, you've been having this six-ounce cup of yogurt, plain yogurt, into which you stir bee pollen because you're on a bee pollen kick even though I tell you you're a scientist and you should know better.
(opens the door and dumps all of Morris' black suits onto the front steps) Cheater!
Look... Any of that information could have been gathered by anyone.
Even that yogurt thing? That is so you. That is so Scully. Well, it's good to know you haven't changed. That's somewhat comforting.
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