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[Mulder shoves Cigarette Smoking Man against a wall in a hospital and points a gun in his face]
You wanna smoke that, or do you wanna smoke on this?
Are you giving me a choice?
I should shoot you right here, but they probably would be able to save you.
Do it, do it Agent Mulder.
Or maybe shoot a bullet through your brain so you'd be bedridden for the rest of your life.
How is she?
What do you care?
I've known your mother since before you were born, Fox.
[The Cigarette Smoking Man enters an isolation cell, Jeremiah Smith sits strapped in a chair, CSM lights up a cigarette and takes a seat in front of Jeremiah]
..This becomes a responsibility - [sighs lightly] - The thing that I'm now called upon to put right and put down. Certainly you expected nothing less.
I'm not ashamed of my actions.
Ashamed? You're not allowed the luxury of human weakness and penitence. You're not allowed to put your indulgences ahead of the greater purpose.
I no longer believe in the greater purpose.
Then your fate is just.
My justice is not for you to mete out; You may have reason, you have no right. You have no means either.
[irritated] You presume to dictate duty to me? Have you any idea what the cost of your actions is? What their effect might be? Who are you to give them hope?
What do you give them?
We give them happiness, and they give us authority.
The authority to take away their freedom under the guise of democracy.
Men can never be free - Because they're weak, corrupt, worthless and restless.. The people believe in authority. They've grown tired of waiting for miracle and mystery. Science is their religion. No greater explanation exists for them. They must never believe any differently if the project is to go forward.
At what cost to them?
The question is irrelevant, and the outcome inevitable. The date is set.
[Jeremiah Smith transforms into Deep Throat, CSM is surprised, somewhat shocked]
(as Deep Throat) At what cost to them for your own selfish benefit? How many must die at your hand to preserve your stake in the project?
[CSM, still slightly rattled and uncomfortable, gets up and prepares to leave, bangs on the cell door, turns and faces Jeremiah]
I'm not impressed by your miracles or moved by your trickery. Your justice will be meted out.
(as Deep Throat) By whom this time and by what tool?
[Cell door opens, CSM turns away, takes a step outside the door and then turns back to face Jeremiah]
..By those who possess the tool of your destruction.
Everything dies.
Nothing happens in contradiction to nature, only in contradiction to what we know of it. And that's a place to start. That's where the hope is.
The fiercest enemy is the man that has nothing left to lose.
(Listing the evidence she's found at the scene while Mulder plays with a baseball.) The angle of movement and deeper indentation on the right side of the mark suggest a left-handed individual. I've collected soil specimens and although numerous shoe impressions remain from the sandlot game, I think a couple of stone casts would prove invaluable to the investigation. (Pauses for response; he ignores her) Meanwhile, I've quit the FBI and have become a spokesperson for the ab-roller.
Smell that. (Holds the baseball in front of her nose.) It's perfume. God this brings back a lot of memories of my sister... All-day pickup games out on the vineyard. Ride your bikes down to the beach, eat bologna sandwiches. Only place you had to be on time was home for dinner. Never had to lock your doors. No modems, no faxes, no cell phones.
Mulder, if you had to do without a cell phone for two minutes, you'd lapse into catatonic schizophrenia.
Scully, you don't know me as well as you think you do. You know I'm a working man and I live in a big city, but if I had to settle down? Build a home? It'd be in a place like this.
(Dryly) It'd be like living in Mayberry.
This is my deputy, Barney.
Fife?!
(Sighing, frustrated) Pastor!
(Discussing the murdered baby's long list of birth defects) Imagine all a woman's hopes and dreams for her child, and for Nature to turn so cruel... What must a woman go through?
Apparently not much in this case, if she'd just throw it out with the trash.
(Sadly) I- I guess I was just projecting on myself.
Why, is there a history of genetic abnormalities in your family?
No.
(Grinning) Well, just find yourself a man with a spotless genetic makeup and a really high tolerance for being second-guessed and start pumping out the little uber-Scullys.
(Smiles back) What about your family?
Aside from the need for corrective lenses and the tendency to be abducted by extraterrestrials involved in an international governmental conspiracy, the Mulder family passes genetic muster.
We all have a natural instinct to propagate.
Do we?
Scully. (She stops walking and turns around. He smiles.) I never saw you as a mother before.
Right arm was torn off. Saw it sitting there across my dead husband's lap. Boys took me home... sewed me up just like the family learnt in the War of Northern Aggression. Whole time, felt the same as if been making breakfast...They're such good boys.
Mrs. Peacock, they murdered Sheriff Taylor and his wife. And Deputy Pastor.
I can tell you don't have no children. Maybe one day you'll learn... the pride... the love... when you know your boy will do anything for his mother.
I think the way it goes here is that Edmund is both the father and brother of the other two.
Does that mean that when Edmund was a kid, he got to ground his brothers for playing with his things?
Don't worry, Mulder. In time, we'll catch them.
I think time already caught them, Scully.
[As Mulder and Scully look out over a misty field where Melissa claims she died during her past life.]]
[v.o., whispering] I am he that liveth and was dead. And behold, I am alive, forevermore.
(Revelations 1:18)
[At both the beginning and ending of the episode, Mulder looks at aged photographs in the field where he died in a past life.]
[v.o.] At times I almost dream I too have spent a life the sages' way, and tread once more familiar paths. Perchance I perished in an arrogant self-reliance an age ago. And in that act a prayer for one more chance went up so earnest, so... Instinct with better light let in by death that life was blotted out not so completely, but scattered, wrecks enough of it to remain dim memories, as now, when seems, once more, the goal in sight again.
(Robert Browning, "Paracelsus")
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