(Knocks on Scully's door) Hey. Ready to roll?
Yeah. I'll just get my keys.
Hey, don't forget this - (grabs a pillow from the couch) - Relax the back. Breathe in, breathe out. (makes panting breaths)
How do you know all these things, Mulder?
I'm unemployed - I got a lot of time on my hands... Oprah. I watch a lot of Oprah.
Thank you for doing this with me. (looks anxious)
..I don't know. I, uh... Maybe it's hormones or... This is just - I'm just feeling so strange about all this.
This - having a baby, this?
No. No.. Leaving work, I guess. I mean, I.. walked out of that office today feeling like a deserter.
You've paid your dues there, Scully. More than paid them. (Scully still looks anxious) You're concerned about Agent Doggett.
You know, the entire time I was down there, I had someone to watch my back.
I'm betting that Agent Doggett can take of himself. He's a big boy. You got to worry about the little boy.. or little girl. Boy? Or girl? (Scully manages a brief smile)
HHarrison
Can I ask you something?
HHarrison
When you went to Antarctica to save Agent Scully from being taken by that spaceship and you ran out of gas in your Sno-cat... how did you get back?
[Scully looks curiously at Mulder. They start talking over each other, Scully being scientific, Mulder being typical Mulder, and Harrison just sits back and enjoys herself.]
Um, well, first of all, it was never (coughs) actually proven that it was a spaceship ...
Well, no, what happened was that we fell off of something that ...
...that rose out of the ice.
Well what do you think that was?
Well, I don't know what it was. But we never got, we didn't actually get to see a spaceship.
I can't believe that you're saying it's not a spaceship.
Well, it couldn't have been a spaceship.
'Course it was a spaceship.
Well, we don't know it was a spaceship. But you don't have a picture of it or anything.
You know it was a spaceship. You saw it.
No, no, no, no, remember, I was unconscious and when I woke up there was no spaceship.
Now, come on, Scully. It was a spaceship.
And you were frozen, and I hugged you .... (Their voices trail off.)
[Opening voiceover]
We call it the miracle of life. Conception - a union of perfect opposites - essence transforming into existence - an act without which mankind would not exist and humanity cease to exist. Or is this just nostalgia now? An act of biology commandeered by modern science and technology? God-like, we extract, implant, inseminate... and we clone. But has our ingenuity rendered the miracle into a simple trick? In the artifice of replicating life can we become the creator? Then what of the soul? Can it, too, be replicated? Does it live in this matter we call DNA? Or is its placement the opposite of artifice, capable only by God. How did this child come to be? What set its heart beating? Is it the product of a union? Or the work of a divine hand? An answered prayer? A true miracle? Or is it a wonder of technology - the intervention of other hands? What do I tell this child about to be born? What do I tell Scully? What do I tell myself?
SScully
This has got to be a conspiracy. (holds up two dolls - one a girl, one a boy)
WWoman
Aw... Maybe it'll be twins.
SScully
Thank you, but I would settle for one very healthy boy.
OWOlder woman
So many secrets, Margaret.
What do you expect? My daughter works for the FBI.
(follows him outside) You said there'd been a murder?
Yeah, we'll get there. Some business we need to clear up. Personal business. About Scully's baby, about who the father is.
(smiles) Ahh... Yeah, I hear there's a pool running down at the FBI, placing bets.
I've had my suspicions. That is, until I found out that you had questions. Questions about Scully's pregnancy itself.
You want to know who the father is, that's Scully's business. But if you're asking me how a woman who was diagnosed as barren and unable to conceive is about to give birth in a couple days, that's an answer I can't honestly give.
Well, I need answers. In light of what we found in there and in light of Scully's due date I need good, hard answers. Fast.
Whatever you can't get elsewhere, just throw it together.
(stops him) Mulder, to go where? No, just stop! Can you tell me what's wrong? Is it something to do with my baby?
No, your, your baby is fine. It's you who's in danger now, Scully.
From who? Mulder, from what?
I don't know, I'm not sure. I'm not sure about anything. I just know I got to get you out of here.
Look, Mulder, look, I can't take this! I can't live like this—as, as the object of some unending X-File.
This isn't about the X-Files, Scully. It is only about you. Now, you are going to have this baby and I'm going to do everything I can to protect it. I just can't do that here.
If I'm so full of crap, why all the precautions?
Precisely because you are so full of crap, Krycek.
[He taps Krycek on the chest, then gets on the elevator with Mulder, Scully, and Doggett.]
[Krycek smirks at him as the door close.]
You told me that he told you he knew how to stop Billy Miles. Are you telling me now that you think he's a liar?
He is or he isn't. What the hell difference does it really make?
It doesn't make any difference at all. Unless you want to protect Scully and that baby.
And then what? How long can you keep this up? How long until the next Billy Miles rears his head? The next threat? The next phantom? You ever stop to ask yourself? (Mulder looks a little uncomfortable) All the sacrifice, the blood spilled - you've given nearly a decade of your life. Where the hell is it all going to end?
(thinks for a moment; softly) I don't know. Maybe it doesn't.
(pointing a gun at Mulder) Doesn't seem fair now.. Doesn't seem right. Coming down to this.
What do you know about fair or right, Krycek? You're a coward.
I could've killed you so many times, Mulder - You've got to know that. I'm the one that kept you alive. Praying you'd win somehow.
Then there really is no God.
You think I'm bad. That I'm a killer. We wanted the same thing, brother. That's what you don't understand.
I wanted to stop them. All you wanted was to save your own ass.
No. I tried to stop them. Tried to kill Scully's baby to stop them. It's too late. The tragedy's that you-you wouldn't let it go. That's why I have to do this. 'Cause you know how deep it goes. Right into the FBI.
You want to kill me, Alex, kill me. Like you killed my father. Just don't insult me trying to make me understand.
What are you going to call him?
William. (he looks at her) After your father.
[They look into each other's eyes for a moment, then Scully smiles.]
Well, I don't know. He's... he's got your coloring and your eyes. But he looks suspiciously like Assistant Director Skinner.
I don't quite understand that either. Except that maybe he isn't what they thought he was. That doesn't make him any less of a miracle though, does it?
From the moment I became pregnant, I feared the truth... about how... and why. And I know that you feared it, too.
I think what we feared were the possibilities. The truth we both know.
[With William held between them, he leans down and they kiss.]
