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[Scully runs into Kersh's secretary.]
Oh, Agent Scully.
I was just, uh...
I was sent to come get you.
Yeah, I was waiting for Agent Spender, he was, uh... I'm supposed to pick up a delivery from him.
Agent Spender is with Assistant Director Kersh.
(furious) That rat bastard!
[Scully runs to elevator.]
(to herself) Stupid!
(joining her in the elevator) I've been trying to reach you. I got the information you needed.
[Scully takes the paper, grabs him and kisses him on the lips.]
How?
Don't even ask.
(grateful) Sir, what you've done...
Is save Mulder's ass. I know.
Yes.
[Doors open. Other agents are in the hall.]
(sternly) And if you ever ask me to break policy or protocol I will have you written up, wrapped up and tossed out of the FBI for good. Am I understood, Agent Scully?
Yes. (gets back on the elevator; excited) Yes!
[Another agent is also in the elevator; he looks baffled at her joy.]
Oi... American, right? Saved your life, mate. Krauts don't want no reason to bring you Yanks into the war.
I got two words for you, buddy-- Pearl Harbor.
What?
After Poland, Hitler's on his way to Denmark, Holland and France with a few stops in between. The French all but roll over on us, the Italians seize their opportunity and the Japanese come through the back door. It's a long, bloody story. It fortunately has a happy ending.
We win?
Yeah, you come out on the side of history with no small amount of help from us. Not much to apologize over the next 50 years except for maybe the Spice Girls.
[Mulder and 1939 Scully run out of ballroom and into hall.]
(taking her hand) Come on.
Stehen bleiben! Stehen bleiben... Oder ich erschiesse Sie. Hände hoch... Hinter Ihren Kopf. Machen Sies! (Stand still! Stand still. Or I will shoot you. Hands up... behind your heads. Do it!)
[They stop running; 1939 Scully sighs; both put their hands behind their heads.]
Now what, Einstein?
Machen Sies! (Do it!)
[Gunshot; both jump then turn to see the Nazi dead on the floor. 1939 Skinner appears.]
God bless America. Now get your asses out of here.
So, if I don't turn this ship around...?
In all likelihood, I won't exist.
(disbelieving) Oh...
And neither will you.
Okay...
So, in case we never meet again...
[Mulder grabs her and kisses he; she kisses back. She looks at him; pulls back her right fist and punches him. Mulder rubs his jaw appreciatively.]
I was expecting a left.
[Mulder lying on his side in a hospital bed, unconscious; Scully leans over him.]
Mulder? Mulder, it's me. Hmm?
(waking) Where am I? (tries to sit up)
You're in a hospital.
Ooooo.
Lie still.
I feel... Like hell.
I don't blame you. You've been through the wringer, I'd say.
What happened to me?
You did something incredibly stupid.
What did I do?
You went looking for a ship, Mulder. In the Bermuda Triangle.
Say that again?
[Lone Gunmen enter the room.]
Gilligan awakes.
You were there.
Hmm?
You were there, Scully.
[Skinner enters.]
(to the others) He's delirious.
(referring to Skinner) And he was there, too.
(dropping a bouquet of flowers on the nightstand) Right - Me and my dog Toto.
No, you were there with the Nazis.
Mulder, will you settle down? It's an order.
Not that he takes orders...
[Mulder rests the back of his hand on Scully's waist which is against his bed rail. Is happy, but obviously drugged.]
You saved the world, Scully.
Yeah... You're right. I did.
What kind of drugs is he on?
I want some.
No, no, no... The Queen Anne- I found it. You were there with Thor's Hammer. I told you you had to turn the ship around and then I jumped overboard.
Yeah, I bet you did. The boat that you were on was busted into a million pieces. And as for the Queen Anne... it was nothing more than a ghost ship.
No, no, no. You and I were on that ship, Scully. In 1939.
Get some rest, Mulder, 'cause when you get out of here I'm going to kick your butt but good.
[Mulder grins, Skinner and the Gunmen leave the room.]
I would've never seen you again. But you believed me.
In your dreams. (as if talking to a child) Mulder, I want you to close your eyes and I want you to think to yourself "there's no place like home."
Mmm. (chuckles) [Scully starts to leave; he calls her back.] Hey, Scully. (leans up on his elbow)
[Comes back and leans close to his face.] Yes?
[Long pause. They look deeply at one another.]
I love you.
Oh, brother... (turns away and leaves the room)
[Mulder watches her go; starts to lie down, but as his face touches the pillow he leans back up in slight pain and rubs his jaw where 1939 Scully hit him. He gazes after her and smiles.]
(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.
(voiceover) Once upon a time, there was a guy with the improbable name of Fox Mulder. He started out life happily enough, as these things go. He had parents who loved him, a cute kid sister. He had a roof over his head, got all his flu shots, had all his fingers and toes and aside from being stuck with the name "Fox" which probably taught him how to fight - or not - he pretty much led a normal life. But the worst thing by far - the biggest kick in the slacks this kid Fox ever got - was what happened to his sister. One day, she just disappeared. Now, Fox buckled down and worked his butt off. Graduated top of his class at Oxford then top of his class at the FBI academy. None of that hard work made up for his sister, though. It was just a way of putting her out of his mind. Finally, the way I figure it, he went out of his mind and he's been that way ever since. Fox Mulder pissed away a brilliant career, lost the respect of supervisors and friends and now lives his life shaking his fist at the sky and muttering about conspiracies to anyone who will listen. If you ask me, he's one step away from pushing a baby carriage filled with tin cans down the street. But now, all that's going to change.
[Morris (as Mulder) enters with groceries; looks around the apartment.]
Uh-huh. (sets the bags down and gets out some candles) A little mood lighting for the bedroom. (looks around; pauses) No bedroom.
[Goes over to a closed door; tries to open it several times with no result; finally gets it open. Several boxes and porno magazines fall out; the room is shown to be filled with boxes, old furniture and papers.]
This guy hasn't been laid in ten years.
Joanne, listen to me. There's something I got to tell you.
I've heard enough from you for one lifetime, Morris. Go tell it to that tramp of yours, that Scully, whatshername.
Dana Scully. Special Agent Dana Scully.
Special Tramp Dana Scully.
She's my partner, Joanne.
I'm supposed to be your partner.
My name is not Morris Fletcher. It's Fox Mulder. Special Agent Fox Mulder with the FBI. Dana Scully is my FBI partner. I am not your husband we are not married, we are complete strangers and I have a whole other life that I'm desperately trying to get back to.
You know, Morris, most men, when they have a mid-life crisis - they go out and buy themselves a sports car. They don't run around calling themselves Fox.
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