The X-Files · Season 6
Agent Mulder... Agent Mulder, I'm reading here a very pie-in-the-sky report about global domination plans by vicious, long-clawed spacelings? Is there going to be data to back this vague, omnibus account?
Yes.
I see your renowned arrogance has been left quite intact.
There was some sloppiness in Phoenix where they found the body. The local PD got involved. These were taken at the scene by a crime reporter.
These were run in the press?
I trumped up a story about a crazy Indian on the loose. Never underestimate the public's willingness to blame the Red Man for... anything they can't explain.
Mulder, I just want to remind you that by not informing local PD we are in technical violation of state laws prohibiting contamination of a crime scene. (Mulder pays no attention to her; mutters) Why do I bother?
[Scrapes nail from wall] Ah. Somebody broke a nail.
Is it an animal?
Well, it ain't RuPaul.
What does it take? For this thing to come up and bite you on the ass? I saw these creatures. I saw them burst to life. You would've seen them, too but you were infected with that virus. You were passed out over my shoulder.
Mulder, I know what you did. I know what happened to me but without ignoring the science, I can't... Listen, Mulder... (takes his hand) You told me that my science kept you honest. That it made you question your assumptions. That by it, I'd made you a whole person. If I change now... It wouldn't be right... or honest.
I'm talking about extraterrestrial life alive on this planet in our lifetime. Forces that dwarf and precede all human history. I'm sorry, Scully, but this time your science is wrong. (walks away)
Why are you here?
They were using me 'cause I can communicate with it.
Communicate with what?
You already know. You just don't want to believe it.
[Mulder and Scully glance at each other]
You're not supposed to come here. It's what was agreed to. It's the deal you made.
I had to congratulate you. Commend how you handled things. How you handled Mulder.
I did what I was asked.
You did well, son. He's on very thin ice now, you know?
Mulder will be back. As long as he lives, he won't give up.
Well, there's solutions, of course. Simple but extreme solutions. I've used these methods. They have their place. But not here.
(surprised) You've killed men?
You can kill a man but you can't kill what he stands for... Not unless you first break his spirit. That's a beautiful thing to see.
It would help if you'd shut the door. It would make it harder for them to see that I'm totally disregarding everything I was told.
(closing the door) Everything we were told, Mulder.
They can't take away the X-Files, Scully. They tried.
You know, Agent Fowley's report to OPR painted the facts in an interesting way. I hope you haven't been betrayed.
(not looking at her) Agent Fowley's report was a means to an end. Trying to protect the work. Protect the X-Files.
Mulder, Agent Fowley's report states that the man you saw attacked was bludgeoned by an unknown subject. She makes no mention of a little boy who as it happens, is nowhere to be found. It would seem that her report protects everything but you.
Agent Fowley took me to that plant at great risk to herself where I saw something that you refuse to believe in. Saw it again, Scully. And though it may not say it in her report, Diana saw it, too. And no matter what you think she's certainly not going to go around saying that just because science can't prove it isn't true.
I don't doubt what you saw, Mulder. I don't doubt you. I'm willing to believe, but not in a lie and not in the opposite of what I can prove. It comes down to a matter of trust. [He looks up at her] I guess it always has.
You asking me to make a choice?
I'm asking you to trust my judgment. To trust me. [Hands him a folder]
I can't accept that. Not if it refutes what I know to be true.
Mulder, these are test results. DNA from the claw nail we found matching exactly the DNA from the virus you believe is extraterrestrial.
[Takes the folder and looks at the papers inside] That's the connection.
Which matches exactly DNA that was found in Gibson Praise.
Wait a minute. I don't understand. You're saying that Gibson Praise is infected with the virus?
No. It's a part of his DNA. In fact, it's a part of all of our DNA. It's called a genetic remnant. It's inactive junk DNA. Except in Gibson it's turned on.
So if that were true, that would mean that Gibson is in some part extraterrestrial.
It would mean that all of us are.
Uh, Virgil Nokes? I'm Agent Scully. This is Agent Mulder. We're with the FBI.
(Mulder, in dark sunglasses, leans against one of the porch supports very bored and petulant, eating sunflower seeds.)
Jehovah's Witness?
No, sir. Federal Bureau of Investigation.
But we do have a free copy of the Watchtower for you if you'd like.
I figure I got better things to do with my fertilizer than going around blowing government buildings sky high.
Yeah. Well, as we said, sir this is just routine.
(quietly to Scully) So routine, it numbs the mind.
(firmly) Mulder, we're not going to Nevada.
Come on, Scully. Just one quick side trip.
No. Sorry, Mulder. We have a whole new assignment.
Running down people that buy fertilizer? This is scut work, bozo work - the FBI equivalent of being made to wear an orange jumpsuit and pick up trash by the side of the highway. They mean to humiliate us.
Look, Mulder, like it or not, humiliated or not, we're on domestic terrorism now and, yes, this is... This is a punishment, but if we want to get back to where we want to be we have to follow orders. We can't freelance.
You saw that news report. What did you make of that?
I think that the obvious assumption is that the woman was shot, regardless of what the police say. Maybe it was a sniper.
In the words of their captain, "she just sort of popped." And what about this guy who supposedly tried to take her hostage, her husband? Looked to me like he was trying to warn the cops before she died. Now, the sun will rise in America tomorrow regardless of whether or not we're at yet another farm investigating yet another enormous pile of doo-doo. We can be in and out in a day. Nobody has to know.
[Scully seems to consider the idea. Mulder waggles his eyebrows at her.]
[Mulder stops the car at a stoplight; Crump screams.]
What are you doing?!
What? What am I doing?
What the hell are you doing?!
(sarcastically) I'm composing a sonnet. I'm slowing down for a light!
Crump? Crump, what else can you tell me about what's happening to you?
Mr. Crump. You call me by my last name, you say "mister" in front of it.
"Mister." I got you.
Not Crump. Mr. Crump.
I can think of something else I'd like to call you. I could put "mister" in front of that, too if you'd like.
You know, what kind of name is Mulder, anyway? What is that, like... like, Jewish?
(disbelieving) Excuse me?
Jewish... It is, right?
(annoyed) It's Mr. Mulder to you, you peanut-picking bastard. Now, Mr. Crump what can you tell me about what's happening to you?
On behalf of the International Jewish Conspiracy, I've got to inform you that we're almost out of gas.
Hey, uh... The Jew stuff? No offense. I mean, uh... A man can't help who he's born to.
(sarcastic) That was an apology, right? Gee, I don't know if I can see to drive my eyes are tearing up so bad.
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