The X-Files - 2.

writer: Howard Gordon

(Dr. Saul Grissom sits and watches his television. Hears rumbling

outside his door, opens it and there is fire.)

GRISSOM: AH!

(Calls 911)

OPERATOR: 911 operator, please state emergency.

GRISSOM: Yeah, this is Dr. Saul Grissom. There’s a fire outside my

apartment. I’m trapped.

OPERATOR: Are you at 700 East 56th street?

GRISSOM: Yes, apt. 606. For God’s sake, hurry

OPERATOR: Fire units are being dispatched right now, sir.

Please stay on the line.

(He grabs a fire extinguisher.)

GRISSOM: Somebody help! Ah!

(Flames consume the room and he starts to choke from smoke

inhalation as firemen race up the stairs. A large black man is

seen going down the stairs. Much chaos and shouting.)

FIREMAN 1: Get a crew up to the roof!

LT. REAGAN: This is Lt. Reagan and we have a possible 23 false

alarm in apartment six-zero-six. Let’s confirm that location, 606.

WOMAN AT OTHER END OF RADIO: Yes, that’s affirmative, 606.

REAGAN: It’s cold, let’s do it!

(The men break in the door and find nothing but Grissom’s dead body)

FIREMAN: He looks dead.

(Mulder opens his paper at his apartment and a tape falls out along

with Dr. Grissom’s article circled.)

(Scene flashes to Mulder and Skinner listening to the 911 tape in the

AD’s office.)

MULDER: The article makes no mention of the fire.

SKINNER: Yes, Agent Mulder, I can read.

MULDER: Grissom’s company had a number of government contracts

which would place this investigation within the Bureau’s jurisdiction.

SKINNER: But that’s not why you want the assignment.

MULDER: I think that the circumstances surrounding Grissom’s

death warrant a closer look. I called NYPD but they won’t even

talk to me unless I get the Attorney General to sign off on it.

SKINNER: Where’d you get the tape? Presumably, someone had

led you to believe that there is more here than is being reported.

MULDER: My source, the only one I have ever trusted, is dead.

SKINNER: I’ll look into this further and I’ll let you know. In the

meantime, you have 24 hours of wiretap that needs to be transcribed.

PERSON ON TAP: Are you comin’ over or what? You said you was

comin’ over two hours ago and I’m waitin’ here like some stupid bimbo

who ain’t got nothin’ better to do with her time. . .

(Mulder rewinds tape some)

PERSON: . . .waitin’ here like some stupid bimbo who ain’t got

nothin’ better to do with her time than to sit around here waitin’ for

you.

KRYCEK: Agent Mulder?

MULDER: Yeah.

KRYCEK: It’s your 302. Assistant Director Skinner just approved it.

MULDER: There’s a mistake here. There’s been another agent assigned

to the case.

KRYCEK: That would be me. Krycek, Alex Krycek.

MULDER: Skinner didn’t say anything about taking on a new partner.

KRYCEK: It wasn’t Skinner. Actually, I opened the file 2 Hours

before your request so technically, it’s my case.

MULDER: And you already talked to the police?

KRYCEK: Yeah, just hung up on the officer in charge a few minutes

ago. A detective named Whorton. Turns out Grissom called 911 to

report a fire.

MULDER: I heard the tape.

KRYCEK: Did you hear that forensics found a spent fire extinguisher

on the floor? Grissom’s prints were all over it. The walls and floor

in his living room were covered with ammonium phosphate.

MULDER: But no trace of a fire.

KRYCEK: Not even a burnt match.

MULDER: That all you know?

KRYCEK: So far. What do you think it means?

MULDER: Listen, I appreciate the show and tell, and I don’t want

you to take this personally, but I work alone. I’ll straighten things

out with Skinner.

KRYCEK: It’s my case, Agent Mulder. Look, I may be---green,

but I had the case first and I’m not going to give it away so quickly.

MULDER: All right, I’ll tell you what, I got a little work to finish

up around here. Why don’t you go down to the motor pool and

requisition us a car and I’ll meet you down there.

KRYCEK: That’s all? I mean you don’t have a problem with us

working together?

MULDER: It’s your party.

KRYCEK: Well, um, I’ll get the car.

(Krycek walks away with a satisfied smile and Mulder watches him go.)

(Scene flashes to Scully in an autopsy class.)

SCULLY: Electrocution effects electrolytic conduction, disrupting the

heart beat and most of the autonomic systems. Death actually occurs

from tissue damage, and necrosis in the heart itself, particularly in

the sinus and the atria ventricular nodes. . .

MAN: Agent Scully, sorry to interrupt, but you have a call from a

George Hale, says it’s urgent.

SCULLY: Excuse me.

(Scully picks up the phone.)

SCULLY: Where are you?

MULDER: National airport. Catching the shuttle up to Laguardia in a

half an hour. How do you feel about joining me in the ‘Big Apple’ for

an autopsy.

SCULLY: What’s going on?

MULDER: I was hoping you could tell me.

SCULLY: I can’t do it today. My last class isn’t until 4:30.

MULDER: That’s fine. I can have the ME wrap the body to go.

SCULLY: Mulder. . .

MULDER: You’ll get it by five.

SCULLY: (lets out an exasperated sigh.) What’s the name?

(Scene flashes to Grissom’s sleep disorder clinic.)

NURSE: Dr. Grissom’s alpha-wave analysis defined the standard,

he revolutionized the way we think about sleep. His death was a

tremendous loss to the scientific community.

MULDER: How many other kinds of sleep disorder did he treat?

NURSE: There are 38 different dissomnias and parasomnias.

Dr. Grissom treated them all with an unprecedented success ratio.

MULDER: Maintaining that kind of batting average must have taken

it’s toll.

NURSE: Excellence demands certain sacrifices.

MULDER: Did he ever show any signs of psychological stress?

NURSE: Not really. Except for his own occasional bout of insomnia.

MULDER: But he was never delusional.

NURSE: Of course not.

MULDER: What’s his story?

NURSE: This patient’s night terrors prevent him from cycling out REM

sleep into the more restful slow wave sleep. It’s still experimental,

but what we’re trying to do is modify his brain wave patterns externally.

MULDER: How do you do that?

NURSE: Electrical stimulation of the occipital lobe creates simply

visual and auditory hallucinations.

MULDER: So it’s actually possibly to alter somebody’s dreams?

NURSE: In theory, yes.

(Outside the clinic. Krycek walks out of a car and towards Mulder.)

KRYCEK: I paid off your cab. Hey, I don’t appreciate being ditched

like someone’s bad date

MULDER: I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings.

KRYCEK: Where do you get off copping this attitude?

You don’t even know the first thing about me.

MULDER: Exactly.

KRYCEK: You know, back at the academy, some of the guys

used to make fun of you.

MULDER: Oh stop it, or you’ll hurt my feelings.

KRYCEK: But there were some of us who followed your work.

Believed what you were doing because we knew that there was

more out there than they were telling us.

(Mulder’s cell phone rings.)

MULDER: Yeah.

SCULLY: Grissom didn’t die from cardiac arrest.

MULDER: What is it?

SCULLY: I think you should come down and take a look for yourself.

I haven’t even started on the chest and abdomen yet and I’ll have a lot

more to tell you then.

MULDER: I can make it in two hours.

(Mulder reaches for the door. Krycek holds up the keys.)

KRYCEK: Where are we going?

(Scene flashes to Scully’s autopsy bay. She places a large organ on

the scale.)

MULDER: Spleen or pancreas?

SCULLY: Stomach. I was just about to start on it.

MULDER: This is Alex Krycek. We’re, uh, working the case together.

SCULLY: Good to meet you.

KRYCEK: You, too.

(He holds out his hand, she walks right by it.)

SCULLY: Notice the pugilistic attitude of the corpse.

(Krycek coughs into fist, loudly.)

SCULLY: This condition generally occurs several hours after death.

It’s caused by a coagulation of muscle proteins when the body is

exposed to extremely high temperatures.

MULDER: Like fire?

SCULLY: This degree of limb flexion is observed exclusively in

burn-related victims.

KRYCEK: But there was no fire.

SCULLY: And no epidermal burns to indicate as much but when I

opened up the skull, I found external hemorrhages, which can only

be caused by intense heat. Somehow, this man suffered all of the

secondary, but none of the primary physiological signs of being in a fire.

MULDER: Any theories?

SCULLY: I couldn’t even begin to explain what could have caused this.

It’s almost as if. . .

MULDER: What?

SCULLY: It’s almost as if his body believed that it was burning.

(Scene flashes to a man watching the home shopping network in a run

down apartment. You see a scar on his neck.)

COLE: You left the door open, Willie.

HENRY: Preacher?

COLE: Not a good idea leaving your door open in this neighborhood.

You never know who’s gonna drop by.

HENRY: What are you doin’ here? How long ya been in town?

Want a beer?

COLE: How ya doin’, Henry? Huh? How ya been?

HENRY: How am I doin’? I’m, uh,---tryin’ to forget. You know.

I’m trying to get it out of my head.

COLE: No luck?

HENRY: (lets out a laugh.) And I’m, uh, still fightin’ it, you

know. I keep seein’ the faces. Every day I see---aw, what’s

the difference. We’re all goin’ to Hell, right?

COLE: Where you think we been the last 24 years? After this,

whatever you is gonna seem like you get a wine invitation.

HENRY: What do you want here, Preacher? You killed them,

didn’t you. You killed Grissom, I saw it on TV

COLE: He had to pay, Henry. All of us have to answer for what

did over there---can’t get away from it.

(Many Vietnamese people appear, holding guns)

HENRY: No.

COLE: He retains that is anger forever because he delights in mercy.

He will turn again. He will have compassion on us. He will subdue

our inequities and he will cast all our sins into the depths of the

sea. It’s all right, Henry. It’s all over now.

(The Vietnamese people raise their guns and fire at Henry, killing him.)

(The scene goes to the FBI headquarters. Mulder and Krycek look at

photos of a murdered man posted on a bulletin board.)

KRYCEK: The victim’s name was Henry Willig. Unemployed and lived

on disability. Police found no indication of force entry of struggle, no

abrasions or contusions on the body and cause of death is being listed

as a burst aneurysm.

MULDER: So, why did your friend from homicide call us?

KRYCEK: Because the medical examiner called him. The autopsy

revealed forty-three small internal hemorrhages and skeletal fragments

which doesn’t just happen spontaneously. Not without some

corresponding external trauma.

MULDER: So what does the ME have to say about it?

KRYCEK: He said if he didn’t know otherwise, he would swear they

were gunshot wounds.

MULDER: What’s this scar right here?

KRYCEK: According to his medical history, the only surgery he

ever had was an appendectomy.

MULDER: Well, unless they got to his appendix through his neck.

KRYCEK: Maybe it happened during Vietnam. Willig did a tour with

the Marines in 1970, and I’m sure they didn’t keep the best of records.

MULDER: Willig was a Marine? So where do all Marines receive basic

training on the East coast?

KRYCEK: Parris Island.

MULDER: Where Grissom was stationed from 1968 to 1971.

KRYCEK: Which means that he and Willig were there at the same time,

24 years ago.

MULDER: Here we go. Willig was assigned to Special Forces on Re-con

squad J-7. Of thirteen original members, he’s one of two survivors.

KRYCEK: Until yesterday.

MULDER: This leaves us with one person who can tell us what

happened on Parris Island.

(Scene flashes to a sleep disorder clinic.)

DOCTOR: I’ve been supervising Mr. Cole’s treatment since I admitted

him twelve years ago. ‘Fraid you won’t find him very cooperative,

though.

MULDER: We just want to ask him a few questions about his military

service.

DOCTOR: He doesn’t respond very well to authority figures.

MULDER: Is that why you put him in isolation?

DOCTOR: Oh, we’ve had to house Mr. Cole in this section of the ward

because he kept interfering with our treatment of the other patients.

MULDER: How was he interfering?

DOCTOR: He was disrupting their sleep patterns. Psychiatric patients

especially, it’s critical that the Circadian cycles be strictly

maintained. . .

MULDER: Excuse me, but exactly how would Cole disrupt their sleep?

DOCTOR: Here we are. Mr. Cole, there are some gentlemen here to. . .

(Cole is not in his cell when the door is opened.)

RECEPTIONIST: You discharged him just a few days ago.

DOCTOR: I most certainly did not. Don’t you think I would remember

if I did?

RECEPTIONIST: Well, I was on shift, Doctor. You signed the order

yourself. That’s your signature, isn’t it?

MULDER: Let’s get Cole’s face onto the wire.

(Mulder’s cell phone rings.)

MULDER: Mulder.

X: Mr. Mulder. I have obtained some information that may shed

some light on your current work. You must exercise discretion

when we meet. If anyone follows you, I won’t be there.

(Scene flashed to an old, abandon warehouse.)

MULDER: Who are you?

X: Who I am is irrelevant.

MULDER: Why are you trying to help me?

X: You think I want to be here, Agent Mulder? I don’t want to be

here.

MULDER: What is this?

X: Data from a top secret military project. Borne of the idea that

sleep was the soldiers' greatest enemy.

MULDER: Of course. Someone was conducting sleep deprivation

experiments on Parris Island.

X: Not deprivation, eradication.

MULDER: Why?

X: Why else? To build a better soldier. Sustained wakefulness dulls

fear, heightens aggression. Science had just put a man on the moon.

So they looked to science to win a losing war.

MULDER: And Willig and Cole were the lab rats.

X: Lab rats with the highest kill ratio in the marine corps. 4,000

plus confirmed kills for a thirteen man squad.

MULDER: You think Cole’s behind what’s happening now?

X: I’m not here to do your thinking, Agent Mulder. All I know is

Augustus Cole hasn’t slept in 24 years. There’s someone else you

should see. A member of the squad who was reportedly killed in

action.

MULDER: I thought Cole was the last.

X: His name is on the envelope.

MULDER: So how do I contact you?

X: You can’t

MULDER: I may still need more.

X: You still don’t get it, do you? Closing the X-Files, separating

you and Scully was only the beginning. The truth is still out there,

but it’s more dangerous. The man we both knew paid for that

information with his life, a sacrifice I’m not willing to make.

(Mulder waits in the car and pushes his newly acquired envelope

under the car seat.)

KRYCEK: Where were ya? Someone matching Cole’s description

just robbed a drugstore in Queens and the place is located under a

motel just around the corner.

MULDER: Is he alive?

KRYCEK: He was when the night man just saw him. So where were ya?

(They enter the hotel.)

KRYCEK: Detective Whorton? I’m Agent Krycek, this is Agent Mulder.

WHORTON: I’ve been waiting for you guys. I tried holding the swat

guys back but they’re getting a little antsy. For what it’s worth,

Cole didn’t steal dime-one from that drug store, just a bunch of pills.

(Three gunshots are fired and a scream is heard. Mulder and Krycek

race up the stairs.)

KRYCEK: Inside, NOW! Officer down!

MAN: We got two officers down, request emergency vehicles,

immediately.

(Cole is seen against the wall outside.)

KRYCEK: What’s going on here Mulder? These two officers,

they shot each other.

(Scene flashes to Scully typing on her computer.)

SCULLY: Also in the described in the report, is a highly experimental

neurosurgical procedure meant to induce a permanent waking state.

The procedure involved cutting out part of the brain stem in the

mid-frontal region which would explain Henry Willig’s scar. A similar

scar should also be evident on Augustus Cole. Post-op treatment

also included a regiment of synthetic supplements to replenish the

organic deficits caused by prolong lack of sleep. This is consistent

with the anti-depressants Cole robbed from the pharmacy. These

drugs maintain serotonin levels in the blood. Serotonin being the

primary substance produced during sleep. While it is theoretically

possible that this procedure greatly diminished the subjects need

for sleep, I can neither quantify nor substantiate it’s success

without further clinical evidence.

(Telephone rings.)

SCULLY: Scully

MULDER: Well, that second officer is still in a coma, so I don’t

think we can count on him to give us an answer.

SCULLY: I’m going over these reports you faxed me.

They’re incredible.

MULDER: Well, the military already sent troops to radioactive

mushroom clouds, I guess they figured they had to top themselves,

right?

SCULLY: Sleep eradication still doesn’t explain the shooting of those

two officers, or the anomalous autopsy results on Willig and Dr.

Grissom.

MULDER: Well, I learned something at Dr. Grissom’s clinic. About

what happens to a persons cortex when you stimulate it with electricity.

SCULLY: They experience mild visual and auditory hallucinations,

any first year med. student could tell you that.

MULDER: Well, what if that stimulus were to come from a remote

source? What if Cole had somehow developed the ability to project

his unconscious?

SCULLY: Are you suggesting that Cole killed these people with

telepathic images?

MULDER: Think about it, Scully. In all those years without REM

sleep, maybe Cole built a bridge between the waking world and the

dream world. A collective unconscious. And what if, by existing

consciously in the unconscious world, he developed the ability to

externalize his dreams and effectively alter reality.

SCULLY: Even if you’re right, you’ll have a much better chance of

finding Cole if you work up a profile and try to surmise his next

move.

MULDER: All right, I’ll sharpen my pencils and I’ll see you later.

(Krycek beckons towards Mulder.)

MULDER: I’ll be right there, Krycek.

SCULLY: Where are you going?

MULDER: We’re gonna check out another member of the squad

and see if he can tell us anything about Cole.

SCULLY: Sounds like your new partner’s working out.

MULDER: He’s all right. He could use a little more seasoning

and some wardrobe advice. But he’s a lot more open to extreme

possibilities then. . .

SCULLY: Then I was?

MULDER: . . .then I assumed he would be.

SCULLY: Must be nice not having someone question your every move,

poking holes in all your theories.

MULDER: Oh yeah, it’s---it’s great. I’m surprised I put up with you

so long.

SCULLY: You’d better go. I’ll read over this report again and see

what else I can come up with.

MULDER: Okay.

(Hangs up phone.)

(Mulder and Krycek walk into a diner.)

MULDER: Salvatore Matola?

MATOLA: You gonna shoot me? You gonna kill me?

MULDER: We’re with the FBI. We just want to ask you some

questions. Why’d you think we were gonna kill you?

MATOLA: I dunno.

MULDER: You know about Willig and Grissom.

MOTOLA: I read about it in the paper. I guess they’re finally

killin’ us all off.

MULDER: Who? Hey Sal, can you spare a few minutes?

MATOLA: I guess so. I got a break comin’ up. Spare a few minutes.

I guess. They said it’s be like living two lifetimes. At---at first,

that’s what it was like. Not having to sleep at all made us feel like

nothin’ could touch us, you know? We’d do 24 hour patrols, night

ambushes, you know, and that type of thing.

MULDER: And you never got tired?

MATOLA: No. Not so that we had to sleep. And then, nothing that

the pills couldn’t fix.

MULDER: Serotonin?

MATOLA: Yeah.

MULDER: How long did this go on?

MATOLA: Quite awhile, I’d say. Quite awhile until we stopped taking

orders from the company commander in Saigon.

KRYCEK: You mean the entire squad went AWOL?

MATOLA: Yeah, somethin’ like that.

MULDER: Well, then who did you take orders from?

MATOLA: We just made up missions as we went along, until it didn’t

matter anymore who we were killing. Farmers, women. Outside of Phu

Bai, there was this school, they were just kids.

KRYCEK: No one ever tried to stop you?

MATOLA: No, sir.

MULDER: We suspect that Augustus Cole may be behind the murders

of Willig and Grissom.

MATOLA: Preacher? That’s what we used to call him on account

that he was always reading from his bible, saying this and that about

judgment day. Sayin’ that we’ll have to pay for what we were doin’

That’s what he said back then, that’s what he’s sayin’.

MULDER: But why Grissom? He was never in country, he wasn’t

even part of the squadron.

MATOLA: Sure he was. He made us what we are.

Him and Dr. Gerardi.

MULDER: Who’s Gerardi?

MATOLA: The other Doc. The one who did the surgeries on us.

It’s because of him, I haven’t slept a night in 24 years.

(Mulder and Krycek are stuck in a traffic jam -- the Long Island

Expressway at rush hour.)

MULDER: We’re going after Gerardi. Cole sees himself as a kind of

avenging angel. In his mind, everyone responsible for the atrocities,

whether directly or indirectly, must be punished.

KRYCEK: Yeah, but why now? Why after all these years?

MULDER: Phu Bai was one of the bloodiest massacres of the war.

Over 300 children slaughtered. But unlike My Lai, no US troops were

ever charged. The 24th anniversary of the massacre was two days ago.

(Mulder’s cell phone rings.)

MULDER: Mulder.

SCULLY: I think I found the Francis Gerardi you’re looking for.

He’s a professor of neurosurgery at Harvard.

MULDER: Do you have his number in Boston?

SCULLY: Yes, except he’s coming to New York for Grissom’s funeral,

tonight. He’s arriving at Bronx station on the 7:30 train.

MULDER: Try to have a photograph waiting for us at the security desk

so we know who we’re looking for, okay?

SCULLY: Got it.

(Mulder and Krycek arrive at the station. They acquire the photograph

and run to find him.)

MULDER: Stay here, I’ll cover you on the side.

(Mulder thinks he sees Gerardi)

MULDER: Federal Agent! Drop your weapon.

(Mulder fires four shots.)

(Krycek runs towards him.)

KRYCEK: Mulder.

MULDER: Gerardi! Where is he?

KRYCEK: Gerardi’s not here.

MULDER: I saw him.

KRYCEK: Mulder! You were shouting and waving your gun around,

but Gerardi never showed.

MULDER: No, Gerardi was here, and so was Cole.

We just missed them.

KRYCEK: Mulder, if they had been here, I would have seen it.

I’m telling you Mulder, they weren’t here.

(Mulder and Krycek go to the security office at the station.)

MULDER: Okay, there’s nothing here. Start with a small window of

time, say 19:35 to 19:45. If you don’t find anything in that time frame,

then open it up one minute at a time. With all these cameras, we

should be able to see something.

KRYCEK: Can we talk for a second?

MULDER: What’s the problem?

KRYCEK: You still haven’t answered my question.

What happened?

MULDER: I told you, I thought I saw Gerardi.

KRYCEK: Come on, you just about killed somebody back there.

We both know I’m covering for you by keeping it between us.

MULDER: All right, what do you want to know?

KRYCEK: What’s the truth? There are things you’re not telling

me that I need to know.

MULDER: It’s just that my ideas usually aren’t very popular.

KRYCEK: I told you, I want to believe. But I need a place to start.

MULDER: I think that Cole possesses the psychic ability to manipulate

sounds and images to generate illusions that are so convincing they

can kill. How’s that for a theory?

KRYCEK: Puts a whole new spin on virtual reality but at least it

begins to explain some things.

SECURITY OFFICER: Agent Mulder, see this car in the upper

right corner?

MULDER: Yeah.

SECURITY OFFICER: It wasn’t there five minutes ago.

MULDER: Where is this?

SECURITY OFFICER: Track 17. It’s a restricted part of the yard.

(Scene flashes to Cole and Gerardi.)

GERARDI: What are you doing? This is insane. You can’t do this

to me. You can’t hold me responsible. I was following orders, just

like you.

COLE: The Lord hates the lying tongue.

GERARDI: It’s the truth.

(Cole hits Gerardi.)

COLE: The truth is what you did to us. What you made us do.

GERARDI: No one made you do anything. You volunteered.

COLE: The righteous shall rejoice when he sees the vengeance.

GERARDI: Who is it? Who’s there?

COLE: He shall wash his feet in the wicked.

GERARDI: Who is it? I can’t see without my glasses.

COLE: You don’t need to see to know who it is. You know who it is!

(Troops are seen walking by and they pick up scalpels.)

COLE: You shall pay as the judge has determined. We shall give

life for life, eye for eye, tooth for tooth, hand for hand, foot for foot,

burn for burn. Wound for wound, strike for strike. As he has

disfigured a man, so shall he be disfigured. And he who kills a

man shall be put to death.

(Mulder and Krycek drive in.)

GERARDI: AHHHH!!!!

(They search the place.)

MULDER: He’s still alive. Put pressure on the wound on the back of

his neck and radio for help. NOW!

KRYCEK: This is Agent Krycek requesting emergency assistance.

My location is track 17 in the freight way house.

MULDER: Step away from the edge. Corporal Cole, I’m a federal agent,

now please, step back.

COLE: Go ahead, shoot me.

MULDER: That’s not why I’m here. I’m putting down my gun.

I just want to talk to you for a few minutes, after that, you’re free

to do whatever you want.

COLE: I’m tired.

MULDER: I know.

COLE: Naw, man, you don’t know. You have no idea.

MULDER: One minute is all I’m asking.

COLE: One minute is more than I can give. My blood’s boilin’ in my

veins. I can feel the air stingin’ on my skin.

MULDER: What the military did to you was wrong, but your testimony

can help.

COLE: They cut out a part of my brain. They made me into somebody

else. I can never get back what they took away from me, and I’m gonna

stop them from taking anything more.

(Krycek walks into the room and extends his weapon.)

MULDER: Krycek, put down the gun and get out of here.

Krycek, I said put down the gun and get out of here!

(Krycek sees Cole raising a gun. When Mulder looks over,

he sees Cole raising his bible.)

MULDER: NO!!!!!!

(Krycek fires his gun twice, killing Cole.)

COLE: Good-night.

KRYCEK: He had a gun. He was gonna shoot you.

MULDER: You did the right thing.

(Mulder reaches under his car seat to find that the file is gone.

He goes to Scully’s office.)

SCULLY: They broke into my office. Went through my files, my

computer. . .I came as soon as security called but the report was

all ready gone.

MULDER: Someone went through a lot of trouble stealing both our

copies to keep this a secret.

SCULLY: Without that report as evidence, Skinner’s not going to

authorize an investigation.

MULDER: He said it’s never been more dangerous.

SCULLY: Skinner?

MULDER: No, the man who leaked us the report. The one who’s been

helping us.

SCULLY: You actually met with him?

MULDER: He said that closing down the X-Files was just the beginning.

That we’ve never been in greater danger.

SCULLY: Do you trust him?

(Scene flashes to Krycek in front of three members of the Consortium.)

CANCERMAN: Do you know where he got this?

KRYCEK: Not yet. But he got it. Which means he’s either found

another source, or another source has found him. Sir, if I can

recommend something. You’ll see that I have outlined several

countermeasures.

CANCERMAN: What about Scully?

KRYCEK: Reassigning them to other areas seems to have only

strengthened their determination. Scully’s a problem. A much larger

problem than you described.

CANCERMAN: Every problem has a solution.