French title: Jamais plus
translation: Nevermore or Never Again
US Airdate: February 2, 1997
writers: Glen Morgan and James Wong
director: John Shiban
PHILADEPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA
Courtroom
JUDGE: If there are no further motions, the Superior Court of
the State of Pennsylvania declares case number BD 237 closed. (gavel)
(ED JERSE's lawyer hands him divorce papers for Cindy
Savalas, petitioner and Ed Jerse, respondent, decree of dissolution. Wife looks happy, is
congratulated. JERSE, not happy, signs.)
(Hard 8 lounge. The Pretenders music [yeah! Go Chrissie]
playing loudly. JERSE at bar lights a cigarette, indicates to bartender he wants another
drink. JERSE is drunk so bartender says...)
BARTENDER: No way.
(JERSE hands him credit card, then takes picture of himself
and two kids out of wallet, looks at it, then stabs cigarette into his face on the
picture.)
(Red neon tattoo parlor sign. JERSE starts to pass it by,
then looks at the selection in the window. Lightening flashes as he sees a picture of a
seductive girl, right eye winking.)
(JERSEs apartment. JERSE enters, still slightly drunk.
Pulls off his shirt and removes bandage from his right bicep, exposing the tattoo of the
girl with the phrase "Never Again" printed under it. He passes out on the floor.
Next shot of the tattoo shows both her eyes open.)
Opening credits. Mulder, whooooo. Scully rocks.
VIETNAM VETERANS MEMORIAL CONSTITUTION GARDENS
WASHINGTON,D.C. 2:35A.M.
(MULDER interviewing MAN WITH RUSSIAN ACCENT. SCULLY loses
interest quickly.)
MULDER: And these unknown craft. Where were the majority
sighted?
MAN WRA: On route home, me, others, walk onto minefield by
base. Long black car drive up. No door handle. No window. No persons drive. We run.
Mines...explosion, but...no sound. Nothing. Silent.
MULDER: You said others. Are any of them with you in America?>
(SCULLY walks over to Vietnam Memorial)
MAN WRA: Yes. Three or four of us have settled in
Philadelphia.
(Focus on SCULLY at the Wall. MULDER and MAN WRA are just
voices)
MULDER: Can you verify each of you worked on the base?
MAN WRA: Difficult to know. KGB still held much power at this
time. Keep our...uh...papers."
MULDER: "Credentials"
(SCULLY sees flowers, toy car, and card at base of wall
"Dear Brother, Twenty years later, I still miss you. We know what you did was right.)
MAN WRA: Y-yes. We are each mentioned in "Thread
Three" report. You check.
(SCULLY picks up a rose petal)
MULDER: If youre mentioned in "Thread Three"
you must have been there on Gray October.
(SCULLY contemplates rose petal)
(JERSEs office cubicle. Burned picture is on his desk.
Phone ringing)
WOMAN: Hello?
JERSE: Hello, Mrs....Denunzio. Hi, this is Ed Jerse over at
Fuller and Seigle. How are you this morning?
MRS DENUNZIO: Eh, the kids, you know. (Sound of children)
JERSE: I understand. I just wanted to call and let you in on
a stock thats going public next week.
MRS DENUNZIO: Oh, well its so hard after the holidays.
Dont hit her with that! I mean it! Im sorry, what?
JERSE: A company in Tucson called Cryo-Cord has achieved an
amazing advancement in the technology of cryogenics.
MRS DENUNZIO: Uh-huh.
JERSE: Y-you see, stem cells from the blood of an umbilical
cord may be transplanted in the treatment of many life threatening diseases such as - - -
VOICE: Loser.
(JERSE looks up in shock)
MRS DENUNZIO: Such as?
JERSE: What?
MRS DENUNZIO: Diseases such as what?
JERSE: Before that, what did you say?
MRS DENUNZIO: I didnt say nothing. You were talking.
(VOICE laughs. JERSE takes off headset and walks around to
another cubicle where two women are talking.)
JERSE: Say it to my face. Right to my face. Now that Im
in front of you, call me a loser to my face.
COWORKER: Calm down.
VOICE: Trash her desk.
(JERSE pushes everything on the desk to the floor. Female
boss comes in)
BOSS: Why dont you go home, Ed. Well discuss this
later.
(Xfiles office. SCULLY, alone, holding MULDERs
nameplate. MULER enters in casual clothes carrying a bag. He is in a hurry.)
MULDER: I made a last ditch effort to get out of it, but the
Bureau is holding fast to its Federal Employees Vacation Policy. (Opens file cabinet) I
havent taken a day off in four years, so either I take a week vacation now, or they
start not paying me for eight weeks vacation time. I dont like it, but I got
to do it. I got to pay the rent. I got to eat. Part of me cant help thinking this is
just another way to get me out of here. But it is only a week, and youll be here to
keep an eye on things for me, so... heres a few things for you to keep an eye on
while Im gone. (Sorts through files)
SCULLY: Why dont I have a desk?
MULDER: What do you mean?
(SCULLY holds up his name plate.)
MULDER: (pointing behind him) I always assumed that that was
your area.
SCULLY: (wistfully) Back there.
MULDER: Okay, so well have them send down another desk
and there wont be any room to move around here but we can put them really close
together face to face, maybe we can play some Battleship.
SCULLY: So what is it you want me to keep an eye on?
MULDER: That contact that we met last night at the Wall who
had the distinction of being present for a first - - - that being you abandoning me during
questioning. In the future, Ill make sure that all those people being interviewed
provide you with a multi-media laser show to keep your interest maintained. In any case
his name is Sevlov Pudovkin. Hes a Russian immigrant with a doctorate in
astronautical engineering. He and several other contacts worked at a military space center
in the Republic of Karelia. They smuggled out reverse-engineered reports of two alien
craft which crashed and were retrieved from the Sea of Barents.
SCULLY: And these reports are for sale?
MULDER: At a high price, yeah.
SCULLY: Mmmhmm. Have you confirmed the identity of these
individuals?
MULDER: Thats your assignment while Im gone.
(SCULLY is not pleased) I want you to run an INS check and a Bureau NCIC check on these
individuals. (Hands her a paper) All of whom now reside in the "Little Russia"
section of Philadelphia. Ive also made arrangements for travel so you can administer
eye-to-eye surveillance on their activities. (Hands her plane ticket.)
SCULLY: Im not going.
MULDER: What do you mean?
SCULLY: Your contact, while interesting in the context of
science fiction, was, at least in my memory, recounting a poorly veiled synopsis of an
episode of Rocky and Bullwinkle.
MULDER: Eenie, meenie, chili beanie, the spirits are about to
speak? (chuckles)
SCULLY: Rocky and Bullwinkle are looking for an upsidasium
mine. Boris Badenov alters the road signs which causes them to walk onto a secret military
base, where they are picked up by a car with no windows and no door locks, and there are
silent explosions from a compound called "Hushaboom."
MULDER: So youre refusing an assignment based on the
adventures of Moose and Squirrel?
SCULLY: "Refusing an assignment?" It makes it sound
like youre my superior.
MULDER: (with an attitude now) Do what you want. Dont
go to Philadelphia. But let me remind you that I worked my ass off to get these files
reopened. You were only assigned. This work is my life.
SCULLY: And its become mine.
MULDER: (appears hurt and confused) You dont want it to
be?
SCULLY: This isnt about you. Or maybe it is,
indirectly. I dont know. I feel like Ive lost sight of myself, Mulder.
Its hard to see, let alone find in the darkness of covert locations. I mean, I wish
I could say that we were going in circles, but were not. Were going in an
endless line - - two steps forwards and three steps back. While my own life is...standing
still.
MULDER: Well, maybe its good that we get away from each
other for a while. (Starts to leave)
SCULLY: Where will you be?
MULDER: Ironically enough, its personal. Its a...
place I always wanted to go. What I anticipate to be a spiritual journey. I hope to ...
discover something about myself. Maybe you should do the same.
(MULDER exits. SCULLY takes rose petal out of her pocket,
looks at it, then places it on MULDERS desk.)
(JERSEs apartment. Close up of the tattoo, eye is
winking again. JERSE is on the phone.)
JERSE: Yes, Mrs. Shima-Tsuno. Maam, what if I swore to
you that it would never happen again? ... I just would like another chance. .... I-I need
another chance, Mrs. Shima-Tsuno. ... Look, that stock I recommended, virtual gambling, is
up. ... Mm-hmm. ... Mm-hmm. ... Right ... I understand. ... Thank you for your time. ...
Good bye.
(JERSE hangs up, hits the phone, and shoves it off the desk.
He puts his head in his hands.)
VOICE: (mocking) "Thank you for your time."
(giggle) If you were any kind of man, you would have told her to kiss your ass, but no.
Another woman sticks it to you. Aint that right ... Eddie.
(JERSE crawls on the floor, listening, trying to find the
source.)
JERSE: (banging on floor) Hey! I can hear you down there.
Hey! Stop it! Shut up! Shut up down there! Knock it off!
(Downstairs, woman is changing paper in bottom of birdcage.
She glances up, then sits on sofa and turns on TV. The Partridge Family singing
"Doesnt Somebody Want To Be Wanted")
KEITH PARTRIDGE: I go downtown, and roam all around but every
street I walk, I find another dead end. Im on my own, but Im so all alone I
need somebody so I wont have to pretend....
VOICE: You hear that? Its you, Ed. Its all about
you
(JERSE bangs the floor harder. Woman downstairs turns the
volume up. Knock at JERSEs door. He opens it to two Jehovahs witnesses, man
and woman. Woman hold out pamphlet.)
JEHOVAH WOMAN: Good evening, my name is Hannah, and this is
Spencer. Have you ever imagined what it would be like - - -
JERSE: Do-do you hear that? D-downstairs.
HANNAH: What I hear is the confusing and troubling sound of-
- -
JERSE: Shes trying to drive me crazy.
HANNAH: Oh, we just talked to Miss Schilling, and I
dont believe she would do - -
JERSE: Somehow, she knows what I thinking. I dont want
to feel it --- but they know, like psychics or something, or an implant thing, trying to
drive me crazy. (HANNAH and SPENCER share a look) Theyve even programmed the TV to
criticize me. There, you hear it? There! There! There!
HANNAH: W-well come back some other time. (They hand
him pamphlet -picture of praying hands and words - "Are you a Failure?" and
leave.)
VOICE: Mm-mm-mm. You see? Even the Jehovah Witness babe
wont waste her time on you. No woman would, and you just sit and take it. (JERSE
clasps hands over his ears) Take it like a man.
(Downstairs, Miss Schilling hears knock at door. She ignores
it. Music very loud. Ed breaks in door and advances threateningly.)
MS. SCHILLING: Hey, what are you doing? Get out of here. What
do you think youre doing? Get out of my apartment! (Tattoos eye is open)
(Camera leaves the apartment and wanders down the hall. Under
the music we hear her screaming for help. Camera goes into cellar. JERSE drags
blood-stained cardboard box down stairs and opens fiery furnace door. We hear him
straining, and fire sounds, then see him reach to bottom of now empty box and retrieve
SCHILLINGS remote control.)
VOICE: Attaboy, lover. From now on, Im your right-hand
gal. You and me. As long as Im with you, no one will ever hurt you, never again.
(JERSE looks down at tattoo, which is now winking again.)
(commercial break)
(Mountain highway. MULDER in middle of road with cel phone
bending over and pacing around trying to get a clear signal.) (Xfiles office phone
ringing) (Mountain highway. Machine picks up)
MULDER: Oh, hey. Scully, its me. (has trouble hearing)
I-Im just calling to see how youre doing, and uh... (Xfiles office, desk with
rose petal) Give me a call... Give me a call on my cel when you get a chance, just let me
know where youre at....
PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA
(SCULLY sitting in car drinking coffee. Looks in file that
MULDER gave her. Picture of the guy shes supposed to check out, PUDOVKIN. She sees
him walking down street, looks through binoculars. He goes into a store. SCULLY follows.
She walks to curtain at back of store where people are speaking Russian. She peeps through
curtain and sees him take a wad of money from a man and woman, payoff style. SCULLY turns
away as PUDOVKIN leaves. She watches him cross the street and go into the same tattoo
parlor JERSE used. SCULLY follows and sees JERSE arguing with SVO, the tattoo artist.)
JERSE: No, thats not my problem. You did good work.
Its very nice. Its just like in the window, but ...
SVO: So what? Why do you want to cover it? Listen friend,
everyone gets tattoo they deserve.
(SCULLY looks around all the pictures in the shop, especially
at the ourobus, Millenium logo.)
JERSE: What if you dont cover the whole thing? Just the
eyes and the mouth?
SVO: Even if I say yes, its too soon. The skin must
heal.
JERSE: Ill pay you anything.
SVO: Miss, miss. You. You like this on his arm?
(SCULLY comes over to look. Tattoos eye is closed.)
SCULLY: Wow. (At the tattoo, or the arms owner,
were not sure.)
VOICE: Eddie?.....
SCULLY: The, uh, the color ... the red on the lips.
Itsextraordinary.
(Tattoos eye is now open)
SVO: Something I find in Soviet prison. I tell him, everyone
gets tattoo they deserve. Beautiful, Cheap. Thought over. Impulse.
VOICE: Thought I was your girl.
SVO: Tattoo reflect on body what lies in persons
soul......
VOICE: Youd break my heart over a cheap redhead?
SVO: ...use the sewing needle, paperclip.....
VOICE: You talk to her, and Im going to be bad. (JERSE
covers tattoo with sleeve)
SVO: ...charcoal shavings, urine. I find grasses growing in
prison yard. Rye and such. Only use now, on that tattoo.
(PUDOVKIN, man SCULLY is following opens door at back of
shop.)
PUDOVKIN: Svo. (Waves him back)
SVO: Pardon me. You look.
SCULLY: Mm-hmm. Thank you.
(SVO leaves, JERSE puts on coat.)
JERSE: Mind some advice from a stranger? Make sure
youve thought it over before you get it done.
SCULLY: What, you didnt get the tattoo you deserve?
JERSE: Mine was too impulsive.
SCULLY: Never say never. Yeah, sometimes I wish I were that
impulsive.
JERSE: Careful what you wish for. Theres more
fashionable places in the city. How did you end up here?
SCULLY: Im in town visiting my aunt in the
neighborhood. How 'boutyou.
JERSE: Theres a real crummy bar across the street.
Its good for when youre feeling down. I was kind of down last week and uh...
SCULLY: So it wasnt so much "impulsive" as it
was "hammered?"
JERSE: Have you ... um... seen much of Philadelphia?
SCULLY: No.
JERSE: Theres a couple of really nice restaurants by
the river, if youre interested.
SCULLY: Id like that. But um.... Im ... um
leaving tonight.
JERSE: Uh, if youre ever in town again, thats my
home number. I work there mainly. (hands her a card, then leaves, clutching his arm)
ADAMS INN PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA 5:23 P.M.
(SCULLY sitting cross-legged on bed, typing on laptop. Phone
rings)
SCULLY: Hello?
MULDER: (we see back of his head) Scully.
SCULLY: Mulder. Whats wrong?
(He is in MEMPHIS, TENNESSEE)
MULDER: (wearing 70s Elvis sunglasses) Nothings
wrong. Im just at that special place, and I wanted to share it with you. Did you
know that Elvis bought all the furniture in just 30 minutes? (walking around a room in
Graceland)
SCULLY: How did you know where I was?
MULDER: I-I checked where we always stay in Philadelphia. I
knew you wouldnt abandon me. Hows the case going?
SCULLY: Ive handed it over to the Philadelphia bureau.
MULDER: The Philadelphia bureau? They dont know or care
about the x-files. What are you doing?
SCULLY: Mulder, there is no x-file. Your contact is connected
to the Vorofskoi Mir, extortion, credit fraud, cons, he is nothing but a swindler.
MULDER: How do you know?
SCULLY: What do you mean, how do I know? You assigned me the
background check. I did as told, as always.
MULDER: Okay, just hold off until I get there, okay?
SCULLY: What, you dont think Im capable?
MULDER: Of course I believe that youre capable,
its just that in this case I need you to...
SCULLY: Its not just in this case, Mulder.
MULDER: Wh-whats the agents name in Philadelphia?>
SCULLY: It is over. Done. Pudovkin is out of our hands. Look,
Mulder, I have to go.
MULDER: (sneering) What, have you got a date, or something?>
(SCULLY doesnt answer) Y-youre kidding.
SCULLY: I have everything under control. I will talk to you
later. (She hangs up)
(MULDER hangs up his cel, then does an Elvis dance move)
(SCULLY looks at card JERSE gave her.)
(JERSE"S apartment.)
VOICE: Isnt it better this way, baby? Me and you alone.
Women are so petty.... jealous.... controlling. That bitch today would have been just like
all the others.
(Phone rings. JERSE answers it)
JERSE: Hello?
SCULLY: Uh, hi. Um, Ed Jerse, please.
JERSE: This is him.
SCULLY: Its Dana. We met today. Um, my, uh, my flight
was cancelled because of the storm and I was just wondering if I could take you up on
dinner.
JERSE: I think its worth fighting a little snow. One
thing - - my car is in the shop. Well have to meet.
SCULLY: I could pick you up.
JERSE: Give me an hour?
SCULLY: Good. Well uh, Ill see you then.
(JERSE hangs up.)
VOICE: Go ahead. Treat yourself. This girl is a real doll.
But beauty is only skin deep, baby. I go all the way to the bone.
(JERSE burns the tattoo with his cigarette.)
(commercial break)
(JERSEs building. SCULLY enters, sees the
Jehovahs witnesses knocking a MS. SCHILLINGs door.)
SPENCER: (there is no answer) She said shed be here.
(Knocks again) Ms. Schilling?
(SCULLY goes upstairs and knocks on JERSEs door. He
opens it with his shirt half on.)
SCULLY: Hi.
JERSE: Hi.
SCULLY: Im, uh, early. The storms not so bad.
JERSE: Its supposed to get bad later tonight. Come on
in. Ill be ready in a second. (He closes door.) At least we can forego
"what-a-nice-place-you-have" formalities.
SCULLY: Ed, I-I uh, I dont go out very much. I think
the last time I went on a date was to see "Glengarry Glen Ross" and the
characters in the movie had a much better time. (Sees his sleeve) Ed, youre
bleeding.
JERSE: Its just the damn tattoo. Um, here. (He goes
into bathroom)
SCULLY: Im a doctor. Do you want me to take a look at
it?
JERSE: No, its okay. Its been nothing but
trouble. (He puts fresh bandage on it.)
(SCULLY looks at picture of kids and JERSE with burned out
face.)
JERSE: (entering buttoning fresh shirt, quick change!) I hope
you like this place. I made reservations. (He sees her looking at the picture)
SCULLY: Ed.... the, uh... the crummy bar you told me about.
Take me there.
(Hard Eight Lounge. JERSE and SCULLY in a booth with drinks)
SCULLY: So, what makes this place a good place to go when
youre feeling down?
JERSE: Oh, its kind of ... Everyone here looks like
their problems are worse than mine. Makes me feel good about myself.
SCULLY: Yeah, but you cant tell whats going on in
somebodys head just by looking at them. I mean, theyre probably thinking that
were the ones that are screwed up. (Being very oral with her drink stirrer.)
JERSE: Are we?
SCULLY: Who knows? I mean sometimes, I, uh... Ive
always gone around in this, uh ... this circle. It usually starts when an authoritative or
controlling figure comes into my life. And part of me likes it, needs it, wants the
approval. But then at a certain point, along the way, I just, you know .... (makes a stop
motion with her hand. JERSE looks at her questioningly) Okay, umm.... My father was a Navy
Captain. I worshipped - - I worship - - the sea that he sailed on. And when I was 13 or so
I went through this .... thing (hand gesture), where I would sneak out of my parents house
and smoke my mothers cigarettes. And I did it because I knew that if he found out,
he would kill me. And then... along the way, there are other ... fathers.
JERSE: Sounds a little like your time has come around again.
I want things more like a straight line, and I dont ever want to go backward.
Thats why I got the tattoo I deserve. Marked the moment, the feeling ... memorial of
something that I never want to have happen again.
SCULLY: I want to see it.
JERSE: You know, Dana, just cause I marked the moment
wanting to go forward doesnt mean that it worked.
SCULLY: (reaching for him) I want to see it.
JERSE: (stopping her) Come on. Its all scabbed up.
SCULLY: Its okay.
(JERSE grabs her hands roughly. SCULLY gasps)
JERSE: Youre so curious. Get your own.
(SVOs tattoo shop. Water is sprayed on SCULLYs
bare lower back. An area is shaved. SCULLY and JERSE watch each other. Very sexual.
Alcohol is swabbed, then the pattern of the snake eating its own tail is applied. SVO
prepares the needle.)
JERSE: She wants the same red. Like mine.
(SCULLY jumps when the needle first touches her, but then
gets a look almost of pleasure. JERSE watches. As her skin bleeds, her expression is
pleasure/pain release.)
(JERSEs apartment. Same mood as the tattoo parlor.
JERSE looks at the weather outside.)
JERSE: Look, the weather and a few drinks under your belt ...
Id feel better if you stayed here. Hey, Im not up to anything. I just want you
to be safe. Ill take the couch. That tattoo hurt at all?
SCULLY: Yeah, um.... it feels weird. I, uh, I cant see
it and..... but I feel different. Its like, um, I dont know how I feel about
that.
(JERSE lifts her shirt and the bandage and looks at the
tattoo)
JERSE: It looks all right.
SCULLY: (seeing blood on JERSEs arm) Ed, youre
bleeding again. Will you let me take a look at it? I am a doctor. (She pulls off his
jacket and shirt)
JERSE: They said this could happen.
SCULLY: Ed, it looks burned.
VOICE: Get her hands off of me!
(JERSE violently grabs SCULLYs hands and holds her
still, lips getting closer)
VOICE: Those are bad thoughts youre having, baby. Kiss
her and shes dead.
(Camera goes out into the hall, and door magically closes)
(commercial break)
FBI HEADQUARTERS WASHINGTON, D.C.
(Next day. X-files office. MULDER still in casual clothes
dials phone.)
HOTEL: Adams Inn.
MULDER: Dana Scully, please.
(Phone rings)
HOTEL: Im sorry, sir, there is no answer in that room.
MULDER: Thank you. (He hangs up, and notices the rose petal
on his desk)
(JERSEs apartment. Close up of JERSEs bandage
with bloodstain same shape as a rose petal. JERSE wakes up on couch. Writes a note.)
(Later, knocking wakes SCULLY who is in the bed wearing
JERSEs shirt. She opens the door for two men holding badges.)
MAN #1: Good morning. Im Detective Gouveia and this is
Detective Smith. May we speak with Edward Jerse?
SCULLY: Uh, Im sorry. Hes not in. I dont
know where he is.
GOUVEIA: Were you here the night before last?
SCULLY: No. Could I help you with something? Im with
the Bureau.
(They look at her suspiciously. SCULLY realizes how she
looks, what she is wearing, and goes to get her ID)
SMITH: The resident downstairs, Kaye Schilling, was reported
missing. Some blood was found in her apartment - - not hers. It had some, uh ...
abnormalities.
SCULLY: Such as? Look, I have a background in forensic
medicine. I assure you that anything you divulge to me will be held in the strictest
confidence.
GOUVEIA: Well, a preliminary toxicology report found this
substance in the bloodstains. Blood type was "A", and hers was "O."
SCULLY: May I? (Copies down substance information)
SMITH: Look. Heres our card. Wed appreciate Mr.
Jerse giving us a call when he returns. And if he doesnt, we will.
SCULLY: Okay.
(They leave. SCULLY closes door. Sees JERSEs note -
"Dana, went to get coffee and breakfast. Didnt want to wake you. XO Ed"
She logs on to his laptop which must have the new DEC Alpha 1000 MHz chip and a T3 line
coming directly into the house. She accesses the FBI database. The substance is ergot,
which is from a parasite on rye and related grasses. She feels her tattoo. Psychotomimetic
drug, auditory, psychotic. SCULLY dials the phone.)
WOMAN: Federal Bureau of Investigation.
SCULLY: Yeah, Fox Mulder, please.
WOMAN: One moment.
(X-files office. Mulder listening to something on headset.
Phone rings, SCULLY hangs up just as he answers. Mulder reluctantly hangs up.)
(JERSE enters apartment with bags, smiling)
JERSE: Good morning. Whats wrong?
SCULLY: Ed. Sit down. (Moves her coat. Her badge is on top)
Some detectives were here. The woman in the apartment downstairs was reported missing.
They found some blood in her apartment and I believe circumstantially, it may be yours.
JERSE: I was helping her move in and I cut myself.
SCULLY: You need to tell that to the detectives. But what
Im also afraid of - - and this concerns both of us - - is that an ergot alkaloid was
found in the blood which is why I think it may have been yours. Now ergot is a parasite
that lives off of rye and related grasses. Svo said that he used rye somehow in his ink.
Now if this is true, we may be subject to hallucinogenic ergotism. Aural, visual
hallucinations. Dangerous and unlikely behavior. We need to go to the hospital to be
tested.
JERSE: I dont need that, Dana. Its such a relief
to be able to tell someone. I hear it, Dana. In my head, only deeper. Its more than
just some chemical reaction. She talks to me. She hates women ...my wife, my boss ... you.
Shes so jealous, Dana. She makes me do things. I dont want to, but she
controls me. But I believe that you made her go away.
SCULLY: We need to get help. Now, Im going to go into
the other room and Im going to come back and we are going to go together. (Picks up
her coat, her badge falls, but JERSE doesnt see it. She picks it up goes into the
other room.)
VOICE: Mmm-hmmm. Whod she call? Whod she call,
Eddie? Come on. Arent you just dying to know? (Eye is open)
(JERSE hits redial button)
WOMAN: Federal Bureau of Investigation.
VOICE: Dana Scully, please.
JERSE: Dana Scully, please.
WOMAN: One moment please.
(JERSE hangs up. SCULLY enters.)
SCULLY: Okay, lets go. (doesnt see him at the
desk)
JERSE: (attacking her from behind) Never again!! Never again!
(Slams her against couch. She breaks free. He blocks the door. She runs to the bathroom
and locks it. She finds a pair of surgical scissors just as he busts the door in. He slams
her head against the wall knocking her unconscious.)
VOICE: Another woman in my bed? Burn the sheets! Burn her.
Burn her!
(JERSE rips sheets off bed and wraps SCULLY, scissors still
in hand, in them. VOICE laughs as he carries her down to the basement and drags her to the
furnace and opens it. SCULLY struggles out as he gazes at the flames.)
VOICE: Come on. Do it for me.
(JERSE grabs for SCULLY and she stabs his arm.)
SCULLY: This isnt you, Ed.
VOICE: Go on, Eddie.
SCULLY: Get control of yourself.
VOICE: Ah, but its good to lose control.
SCULLY: Take control!
VOICE: Do it!
(JERSE sticks the tattooed arm into the flames. SCULLY yells
and pulls him out. He falls, his arm badly burnt. SCULLY stands in shock. Close up of her
tattoo.)
(X-files office. Door opens revealing a still tired and
bruised SCULLY. MULDER walks up behind her and into the office. He is sarcastic.)
MULDER: Welcome back. You look a lot better than you did in
the hospital. And congratulations for making a personal appearance in the x-files for the
second time. (Gets file from cabinet) Its a worlds record. (He keeps looking
for a response. There is none.) Ed Jerse is in custody at the St. Johns burn
facility in Philadelphia. Traces of ergot were found in his bloodstream as in yours, but
not to the degree that should cause hallucinogenic ergotism. (SCULLY sits) Hell
undergo psychiatric evaluation after recovering from burn trauma. Comrade Svo has been
shut down, he was under investigation for having connections to my friend Pudovkin. Case
closed on Boris Badenov, which is really a shame because I was thinking of having an
"N.Y." tattooed on my ass to commemorate the Yankees World Series victory.
Better late than never, hunh.
(SCULLY picks rose petal off his desk. MULDER watches her.
Then rises uncomfortably and goes back to file cabinet.)
MULDER: The uh, field office in Dallas is uh, receiving
reports of the image of a missing child appearing on a blank billboard outside of
Arlington... (Sits again, opening new file.) ....so.... All this, because Ive ...
because I didnt get you a desk?
SCULLY: (Looking up at him) Not everything is about you,
Mulder. This is my life.
MULDER: Yes but its m - -
(SCULLY looks at him questioningly. He starts to speak again,
then sighs and fiddles with things on his desk. Uncomfortable silence in the room.)
HB: Quant à Linux [..] trés bon système d'exploitation, mais difficile
HB: à implanter en entreprise, pour des raisons non techniques.
Dont celle-ci : Le singe préfère la voiture rouge. MB, in Guide du linuxien pervers - "Bien configurer son singe"