Hey Scully, if you could be somebody else for a day, who would it be?
So boring! I mean, wouldn't you be tempted to try on somebody else's existence for a day, live your life as somebody else?
Looking like someone else, Mulder, and being someone else are completely different things.
Well maybe it's not. I mean, everybody else around you would treat you like you were somebody else. I mean, ultimately, maybe it's other people's reactions to us who make us who we are.
(pauses for a while as they walk, thinking) All right then. Eleanor Roosevelt.
(regretful) Ay. Can't be a dead person.
(slightly annoyed) Why the hell not?
(as if it is a perfectly acceptable explanation) Because.
(pouring them each a glass of wine) Seriously, Mulder, what's going on? Are you okay?
(as Mulder) Just kind of... knockin around. Just thinking. We never really, uh, talk, do we?
Well- what do you mean? Really talk? No, no we don't, Mulder.
Well, what's stopping us?
[She pauses for a moment, as if considering. Scene cuts to the two of them drinking the last of the bottle of wine.]
So there we are, at 2 o'clock in the morning, me in my taffeta dress, and Marcus, wherever the hell he was, he was wearing a, uh, a tux. It had a... kelly green cumberbund on it. Anyway, so, I know that Marcus is thinking that it's now or never, and I'm thinking...
(smiling) What are you thinking?
I'm thinking, "What is that siren I hear getting louder?"
No way! Who called the cops?
Well it wasn't the cops, it was the fire department - my friend Silvia and her idiot prom date-
-had built this campfire that went totally out of control and so we all had to ride back on the, um... what do you call it, the, um- the pumper truck! ("Mulder" laughs) Marcus was the 12th grade love of my life. (Starts to take a sip of wine, then starts laughing) I can't believe I'm telling you this.
I can't believe you haven't told me before.
Now I'm seeing a whole new side of you, Mulder.
(hopeful) Is that a good thing?
Do you ever wish things were different?
The person you wanted to be when you grew up when you were in high school. How far off from that did you end up?
Career wise? Miles off target.
No no, not just that. Do you ever wish... that you could go back and do it all differently?
[Looks at her silently, scoots closer to her on the couch, then leans in close enough to kiss her. When he's about an inch from her lips, Scully closes her eyes, then the door is thrown open by the real Mulder. Scully makes a disgusted noise and pushes Van Blundht away; he sighs and turns back into himself. Scully looks horrified, he shrugs apologetically.]
Although cleared of any wrongdoing in the deaths of Amy and David Cassandra, Agent Mulder still has no recollection of the events that lead to their deaths. His seizures have subsided, with no evidence of permanent cerebral damage, but I am concerned this experience will have a lasting effect. Agent Mulder undertook this treatment hoping to lay claim to his past, that by retrieving memories lost to him he might finally understand the path he's on. But if that knowledge remains elusive, and if it's only by knowing where he's been that he can hope to understand where he's going, then I fear Agent Mulder may lose his course. And the truths he's seeking from his childhood will continue to evade him, driving him more dangerously forward in impossible pursuit.
