Lieutenant Breil? My name is Dana Scully. I called in regard to the electrical equipment the Navy is maintaining in the town of Montello.
LBLieutenant Breil
Right. I don't know if there's been some miscommunication between you and your Washington office, but, uh...
LBLieutenant Breil
Yeah. I was under the impression that I'd explained this to the FCC's satisfaction.
Oh, I'm... I'm so sorry to make you run through it again, uh... For my official report to the, uh... To the FCC.
AKAD Kersh
"Justice department jet: 2.6 turbine hours round trip at $1,400 an hour. Car rental - over-mileage, out-of-state use penalties: $346. Compensation to one Walter R. Duncan for unauthorized use of his 1968 Caprice station wagon: $500."
AKAD Kersh
I'll bill your partner instead. You too obviously relish the role of martyr.
Okay. So are we done here? Back to the bozo work investigating huge piles of manure?
AKAD Kersh
You can always quit.
[Mulder looks at Scully; leaves the office, slams door.]
Sir, Agent Mulder has been through a lot.
AKAD Kersh
And you apologize for him a lot. I've noticed that about you.
I'm not apologizing for this. Because of his work, the DOD is shutting down their antenna array in northeastern Nevada. Our participation in this case has saved lives.
AKAD Kersh
I don't see you proving that. The Department of Defense admits no culpability whatsoever. Furthermore, they say the closing of the facility was coincidental.
("yeah, right" tone) Right.
AKAD Kersh
Don't misunderstand me, Agent. I don't care if you and your partner saved a school bus full of doe-eyed urchins on their way to Sunday Bible camp. You no longer investigate X-Files. You are done and the sooner you and Mulder come to recognize that, the better for both of you.
(mutters angrily as she leaves) Big piles of manure.
My name's Mulder. Fox Mulder.
SSailor
That a name? Mulder?
S2Sailor 2
(pulling out and reading Mulder's badge) "Fox Mulder, Federal Bureau of Investigation." Sorry, mate, never heard of it! [They begin dragging Mulder below decks.]
(surprised) Never heard of it?
SSailor
Tell you what we do with foxes. (laugh) Care to know?
You never heard of the FBI?
FMFirst Mate
Sir, the Germans, sir. They've taken control of the bridge. Steering a course for their homeland.
MCaptain Marburg
Not on the watch of captain Yip Harburg, they're not. Lock the prisoner up in here.
It's okay. The war's over. Let them take you to Germany. They make nice cars.
[They all ignore him and leave.]
(to himself, grinning, thrilled) This is unbelievable.
[Mulder is moving across the dancefloor when one of the dancing couples bumps into him.]
WWOMAN
(accusingly) Excuse me.
[Mulder sees that the woman is a 1939 version of Scully, wearing a long dress and dancing with an older man. He grabs her arm, surprised.]
1S1939 Scully
(boldly) I suggest you get your Nazi paws off me before you get one in the kisser.
(lifting his hat so she can see him) Scully, it's me, Mulder.
1S1939 Scully
Oh, you speak English, do you? Well, how'd you like to see the stars on the American flag? (holds her fist in front of his face)
(hurt, confused) I'm not a Nazi.
1S1939 Scully
Oh, sure. You just look like one, right? (returns to dancing)
I had to steal this uniform! (putting his hands on her back) Scully?
SSinger
(stops singing, points at Mulder) Hier ist der Mann, den sie wollen! (Here is the man you want!)
NNazi
(fires gun into air) Halt! Hände hoch! Hände hoch! (Stop! Hands up! Hands up!)
[Mulder looks at 1939 Scully for help.]
1S1939 Scully
(translating) He said, "Put your hands up."
[Mulder puts his hands up; is grabbed by Nazis]
(to 1939 Scully) You see, I told you.
Sir, I couldn't waste time explaining myself to your assistant.
Tell me what is so urgent.
It's about Agent Mulder. He's done something incredibly rash.
I can't help you. There's nothing I can do.
This isn't for me; it's for Agent Mulder.
My hands are tied. I'm not your direct superior any longer.
Don't you want to know what this is about?
[They walk back toward door.]
No, I don't. I don't even what to hear it.
(pleading) Sir, this is about a man's life.
(louder) I'm not allowed to have contact with you - any contact with either you or Mulder.
SSSkinner's secretary
She walked right past me, sir.
[Scully closes the door between the offices.]
You're out of line, Scully.
No, sir, you're out of line. I'm sorry, but I'm coming to you for help and I've got nowhere else to go. I would hope that after everything that we have been through that you would at least have the courtesy and the decency and not to mention the respect to listen to what I have to say. Now, all I need is information. (Skinner takes note; glances at it.) You don't have to do anything else. Look, sir, if you know anybody at the Office of Naval Intelligence it would be of great help.
(pauses; hands back the note) I could lose my job, my pension, I could even be subject to legal action.
[Scully sighs, exasperated; Skinner slams the door and holds it shut.]
Use your head, Scully. It'll save your ass.
Save your own ass, sir. You'll save your head along with it.
[Scully exits the elevator and enters the X-Files office.]
(direct) I want you to do me a favor. It's not negotiable. Either you do it or I kill you. You understand?
[Spender, alone, gets up and comes over to her]
No, I'm not. I'm a gun ready to go off so don't test me, Spender. Don't even think about trying to weasel me.
What is it that you need?
(writing it down) Navy AWACS SLAR 100 K swath. South-southeast of Bermuda. I am looking for a boat, maybe a ship. 1939 luxury liner.
Don't ask too many questions. I don't care what you do or who you do or who you have to grease, I need that information and I need it now. Are we clear on that?
And, Agent Spender... If you're not back in a hurry I am going to hunt you down, and so help me God... (makes a fist)
[Scully runs into Kersh's secretary.]
KSKersh's secretary
Oh, Agent Scully.
KSKersh's secretary
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.
KSKersh's secretary
Agent Spender is with Assistant Director Kersh.
(furious) That rat bastard!
[Scully runs to elevator.]
(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.]
(grateful) Sir, what you've done...
Is save Mulder's ass. I know.
[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.]
SSailor
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.
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.
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.
NNazi
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.]
1S1939 Scully
Now what, Einstein?
NNazi
Machen Sies! (Do it!)
[Gunshot; both jump then turn to see the Nazi dead on the floor. 1939 Skinner appears.]
1S1939 Skinner
God bless America. Now get your asses out of here.
1S1939 Scully
So, if I don't turn this ship around...?
In all likelihood, I won't exist.
1S1939 Scully
(disbelieving) Oh...
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.]
[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)
I don't blame you. You've been through the wringer, I'd say.
You did something incredibly stupid.
You went looking for a ship, Mulder. In the Bermuda Triangle.
[Lone Gunmen enter the room.]
[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?
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.]
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.]
