The X-Files · Season 9
What? What's the matter?
What's the matter? I've been trying to call you.
Yeah, the phone's off the hook, because of the baby.
I got panicked that you're not going to be here, that you left, too.
Come in.
I've been looking for Mulder. I went to his apartment.
I know.
Where did he go? Dana... where'd he go?
He's gone. He's just gone.
[answering phone] Monica Reyes.
Yeah. It's Scully.
Dana, what's wrong? Are you all right?
Is Agent Doggett there?
Yeah, he's right here with me. [She hands the phone to Doggett]
Dana. Something wrong?
Yeah. Yeah, something. [The mobile over William Scully's cot was spinning by inself] I think I might have been wrong, telling you to drop your investigation.
Well, I didn't drop it. As a matter of fact, we found something, I'm not sure how it fits, but we're working on it.
What is it?
A body.
[There is a knock on the door of Dogett's house. He looks through the peephole to see Frohike.]
(sarcastically) Collecting for the needy and unemployed. Open the door.
(opening the door) Thanks for doing this, guys.
Yeah, like we got anything better to be doing these days. [referring to the cancellation of their own series]
Hi. Sorry about the hour.
I've just put him down.
(troubled) I couldn't talk on the phone.
What is it?
I was told to leave this alone. You and Mulder asked me to leave it be. To let Mulder disappear. We were concerned for the safety of the baby and for Mulder. Why am I risking that now? Why are you? Why are you getting mixed up with Doggett's investigation?
(looking away) Something happened, with my baby.
What?
I can't explain it. It's er, it's unexplainable, it's, um, not normal.
Whatever it is, I think you've made a terrible mistake. Letting Doggett pull you into this. He's hell-bent. And Agent Reyes is following right in his tracks.
I need answers. I need to know. I can't just sit around wondering-
If you can't tell me, tell Mulder. Tell him what happened.
Mulder can't know. He can't be brought back into this. He can't be brought back into the FBI. It's just too dangerous for him right now.
(pauses) ..It's too dangerous for everyone.
I'm your new second-in-command.
(reading Doggett's report) "Super Soldiers, a Navy ship, a woman at the Department of Justice who drowned two men - All disappeared now, but which constitute a conspiracy like a cancer in the U.S. government." (flicks through the rest of the report) ..Not a mention of my name, John.
No, sir. I found nothing on you. Nothing damning that I could honestly include in my report, let me say. ..And 'cause I got nothing to lose, let me say that I know your hands are dirty on this, sir - filthy.
(smirking) That's why you're here - Take a last wild punch before the bell.
(begins removing his weapon and holster) There's one thing I can't figure, and then I'll be on my way (unclips his ID) - Is why you slipped that obituary under my door?
You think I did that?
Over and over in my mind, it had to be you. You're the only one who had a reason.
What's my reason?
You tell me - You looking to just get me fired, or get me killed?
[Doggett sets his ID and weapon on Kersh's desk, turns and begins to walk out]
..You ever hear of King George III?
(turns around, angry) You answer my question!
He was king of England when America declared independence in 1776. King George III kept a diary. On July 4th, 1776, he made an entry in it... 'Nothing Important Happened Today.'
What the hell does that got to do with me?
Revolution started. Things that changed the world forever - And even kings can miss them if they're not paying attention.
You planned this whole thing. I want to know why.
I've been thinking a lot about you, Agent Doggett.
You're not answering my question, Professor.
About why someone so ill-suited would draw this duty. Clearly, you have feelings for her.
You ordered Dr. Richmond to kill these people, didn't you?
But you can't compete with the long-lost Agent Mulder. With his easy good looks, his Oxford education.
(getting more and more angry) This is about you, Professor.
Mulder has what you can't have. What you stumble for. The flat-footed cop, thinking he could put handcuffs on a demon.
(very mad now) Answer the question!
You want her, but she feels sorry for you. They both do.
(entering Reyes' new residence) So, this is how the uptown crowd lives, huh?
This is it! Moving on up.
So is there anything really heavy that I can move for you, a dresser, a fridge?
(smiling) No, but thank you, John - you just missed the movers.
You don't say? (Reyes chuckles) I brought you a housewarming gift. (Doggett opens the bag he's carrying)
(Reyes looks) Hot dogs?
Polish sausage! It's the best in the city. There's a little stand a couple of blocks over on M Street. You'll be able to walk to it.
Wow.
Try one.
Mmm. Like I'm back in Gdansk. Let me get some plates.
Plates? For crying out loud.. who eats Polish sausage with plates?
[enters the FBI Ballistics Lab] Ah, you found the bullet.
Nine-millimeter slug - Found it in the alley lodged in a wall. Most likely from a SIG-Sauer P226 or 228.
Possibly FBI-issue..
I know what you're thinking, but this didn't come from Doggett's weapon - Ballistics don't match and his gun was never fired.
Assistant Director? (motions Skinner aside) ..I'd appreciate case updates in a timely fashion. For instance, this bullet - How long have you had it? An hour? Two?
..Thereabouts.
It's just that we need to keep the lines of communication open. That's all I'm asking, okay? ..I want this slug run through our database of FBI-issue pistols.
Like I told you, the round didn't come from Doggett's weapon. (Follmer gives Skinner a look) ..You're not saying another agent could have done this?
Just run it, please.
[Reyes enteres a hospital room where a paralyzed Doggett has just concluded an examination to test if he has any feeling]
(typing computer text in a device with his usable finger) 1st time I ever hoped for a little prick
(Reyes smirks slightly) ..You kiss you mother with that mouth?
(typing) Hows case?
It's coming along.. It's nowhere, basically. There's so much that's impossible to reconcile. You say I was on a stakeout with you - I say you were at my apartment bringing me... John.. do you know a little stand on M Street, supposed to be really good hot dogs?
(typing) Polish Sausage Best in city
..John, what if we were both right? What if you were at my apartment - And I was on a stakeout with you at the exact same time? What would it take for that to be true?
(typing) We both had twins Which we dont
Except maybe we do - Maybe all of us do. (leans in closer to Doggett) ..You've heard of the idea of a parallel universe - One that's identical, or nearly identical to our own. One in which we all have a double. It's theoretical physics, but.. what if it's real?
(typing) Too much Star Trek
You said yourself, Erwin Lukesh was known for his impossible escapes. You said that in the alley, you looked away only for an instant, and he was gone. And then somehow he was behind you, and he shot you. With my gun - my gun that never left my possession that entire afternoon. What if Lukesh can pass freely from one parallel world to the other? Like.. like he's opening a door. And what if somehow you followed him through that door, without even knowing it? Maybe when you followed Lukesh into this world, my.. my Doggett got forced out.
(typing) Wow
My Doggett would have called that crazy, too - But give me another theory that fits.
So many flowers... so little time.
Excuse me?
Pheromones, Dr. Scully. Heavy in the air. Nature's natural attractants. Driving the insect world to go forth and pollinate.
I'm aware of how pheromones work. But according to this device there isn't a single pheromone to be found out here.
Well, that can't be right. The bio-sensor we use is an actual fly antennae over which the pheromones pass. But I modified the EAG to measure in picograms which makes it sensitive to traces a mile in any direction.
But I'm still not sure why you think that pheromones might cause an otherwise harmless fly to attack a human so violently, Doctor..
Rocky.
Rocky.
Bugs are small-minded creatures, and therefore very predictable. They don't have moods, per se. They react to circumstance and stimuli, as they have been doing it for millennia.
So what do you suppose they're reacting to out here?
It may be the bugs are being somehow driven crazy with desire. You know, they say we humans respond to pheromones, too.
Yeah, I tend to agree with that, yeah.
'Women's dormitory syndrome' - It's believed that pheromones are the reason that women who live together share the same menstrual cycle.
Fascinating.
You know, when a male and female calliphorid fly mate they stay joined for up to one and a half hours. One and a half, doctor.
You know, Rocky... I'm a mother.
..Mothers are women, too.
I've said it before and I'll say it again - The whole reason this case is attracting flies is because somebody's full of crap.
I think what we just saw was a show. Dylan Lokensgard caused those bugs to attack him to make him look like a victim instead of the perpetrator
Okay, but how? This guy's the horse whisperer, only with bugs?
[Opening narration]
One day, you'll ask me to speak of a truth - of the miracle of your birth. To explain what is unexplained. And if I falter or fail on this day, know there is an answer, my child - a sacred imperishable truth, but one you may never hope to find alone.. Chance meeting your perfect other, your perfect opposite - your protector and endangeror.. Chance embarking with this other on the greatest of journeys - a search for truths fugitive and imponderable. If one day this chance may befall you, my son, do not fail or falter to seize it. The truths are out there. And if one day you should behold a miracle, as I have in you, you will learn the truth is not found in science, or on some unseen plane, but by looking into your own heart. And in that moment you will be blessed - and stricken. For the truest truths are what hold us together, or keep us painfully, desperately.. apart.
(voiceover, reading an email from "[email protected]," obviously Mulder) I've resisted contacting you for reasons I know you continue to appreciate. But, to be honest, some unexpected dimensions of my new life are eating away at any resolve I have left. I'm lonely, Dana, uncertain of my ability to live like this. I want to come home. To you, and to William.
[She begins writing an email response.]
(voiceover) I am physically shaking right now seeing your words. Wishing it were you speaking them to me. I want so badly to see you too, but you are still not safe here.
What the hell are you doing?
I'm trying to teach a class.
You understand what we're being offered here? If we know who these super-soldiers are we can go after them. This is somebody giving us a way that can make it safe for Mulder to come home.
That's the operative word here - somebody. Somebody that we don't know.
And you don't want to check it out.
(insistent) What I don't want is Agent Mulder's life to be endangered any more than it already is.
How long are you going to do this?
Do what, Agent Doggett?
Refuse to trust me.. or anybody. How else you going to get him home?
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