tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21381201724821080212024-02-08T21:36:27.262+01:00The X Mythology''The X Files'' lasted nine seasons and focused on the exploits of FBI Agents Fox Mulder and Dana Scully and their investigations into the paranormal. From genetic mutants and killer insects to a global conspiracy concerning the colonisation of Earth by an alien species, this mind-boggling, humourous and occasionally frightening series was created by Chris Carter.
This blog is a hommage to ''The X Files''. No copyright infringement intended. Photos and clips belong to Fox and 1013 Productions.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08909082672994692941noreply@blogger.comBlogger217125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138120172482108021.post-14556975973051325252008-09-28T22:16:00.010+02:002008-09-28T23:13:16.906+02:00The X Files: I Want to Believe - The Movie<div style="text-align: center;">Written by: Chris Carter & Frank Spotnitz<br />Directed by: Chris Carter<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SN_nI8FdekI/AAAAAAAAHyQ/LLzIC4z6ka4/s1600-h/X27613.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SN_nI8FdekI/AAAAAAAAHyQ/LLzIC4z6ka4/s400/X27613.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251169831291288130" border="0" /></a>Six years after the events of <i>The X-Files</i> series finale, former FBI agent Doctor Dana Scully is now a staff physician at Our Lady of Sorrows, a Catholic hospital, and treating a boy named Christian who has Sandhoff disease terminal brain condition. FBI agent Drummy arrives to ask Scully's help in locating Fox Mulder, the fugitive, former head of the X-Files division, and says they will call off its manhunt for him if he will help investigate the disappearances of several women, including young FBI agent Monica Banan. Scully agrees and convinces Mulder — who is living in a nearby small home, bearded and clipping newspaper articles about the paranormal — to help, despite Mulder's initial misgivings that this is an FBI trick to capture him.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SN_oGNOj4yI/AAAAAAAAHyY/fx1oOrHfgeI/s1600-h/2008_the_x_files_2_022.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SN_oGNOj4yI/AAAAAAAAHyY/fx1oOrHfgeI/s400/2008_the_x_files_2_022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251170883864879906" border="0" /></a>The duo is taken to Washington D.C., where Agent Dakota Whitney wants Mulder's expertise with the paranormal as they have been led to a clue by Father Joseph (Joe) Fitzgerald Crissman, a priest defrocked for pedophilia, who claims God is sending him visions of the crimes. Mulder wants to believe the man, but Scully is disgusted by Father Joe's past and disregards his "visions".<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SN_o82nNiGI/AAAAAAAAHyg/CMhSaFoKdm0/s1600-h/2008_the_x_files_2_015.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SN_o82nNiGI/AAAAAAAAHyg/CMhSaFoKdm0/s400/2008_the_x_files_2_015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251171822687062114" border="0" /></a>Whitney and Drummy take Father Joe and Mulder to the kidnapped Banan's home, where the former priest overcomes the others' skepticism when, in anguish and on his knees in pain, he begins bleeding from the eyes. A second woman, driving home after swimming in a natatorium, is run off the road by Janke Dacyshyn, a snowplow driver who then smashes the window of her wrecked car and abducts her. The following morning, Scully and Mulder, in bed together and briefly mentioning "our son" (the otherwise unmentioned William, birthed by Scully in the television series, <a href="http://in-the-x-i-believe.blogspot.com/2008/07/season-9-william-9x17.html">Season 9, 9X17</a>), discuss both the FBI case and that of Scully's patient. Scully mentions that the severed arm found by the FBI contains traces of an animal tranquilizer called Acepromazine. This new clue energizes Mulder into pursuing the FBI case further. He shaves his beard and leaves to visit Whitney. Father Joe is recruited for help with the second abducted woman. After a grueling nighttime search in the snow, he leads the FBI to what turns out to be a frozen burial ground of people and body parts. Scully is frustrated by Mulder's seeming obsession with finding these women, telling him that his sister is dead no matter what he does. Mulder pushes on, trying to ignore her. Father Joe then tells Scully, "don't give up."<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SN_stnp2_UI/AAAAAAAAHyo/C117NsZ4YUk/s1600-h/2008_the_x_files_2_020.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SN_stnp2_UI/AAAAAAAAHyo/C117NsZ4YUk/s400/2008_the_x_files_2_020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251175959020109122" border="0" /></a>Analysis of the remains eventually leads them to Dacyshyn, an organ transporter in Richmond, Virginia, and his husband Franz Tomczeszyn — who was among the youths Father Joe sexually abused. During an FBI raid on the organ-donor facility where Dacyshyn works, Dacyshyn escapes, leaving behind Banan's severed head. Mulder, who accompanied Whitney on the raid, chases Dacyshyn to a building construction site. Whitney follows, and is killed when Dacyshyn pushes her down a shaft several stories high. He then escapes again.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SN_tQc0KRvI/AAAAAAAAHyw/A2HAjl06oRw/s1600-h/2008_the_x_files_2_016.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SN_tQc0KRvI/AAAAAAAAHyw/A2HAjl06oRw/s400/2008_the_x_files_2_016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251176557405947634" border="0" /></a>Scully, at the hospital, wants permission from Christian's parents to do a radical and painful experimental stem-cell procedure that may be their boy's last hope. Father Ybarra, head of the hospital, wants Christian removed to a palliative-care facility to live his remaining days, but Scully angrily insists she is the boy's physician and the choice is up to the parents. Torn between her faith in God and the unfairness of a young boy dying, Scully goes to Father Joe's apartment to confront him about his religious visions. She asks him what he meant by "don't give up." He tells her that he doesn't know what he meant. To her despair, he says he knows nothing more about these visions than what he has told the FBI, and collapses (Father Joe suffers a seizure, and we are shown that Tomczeszyn is suffering a seizure at the same moment). Scully calls for an ambulance, and later learns that Father Joe, who is admitted to Our Lady of Sorrows, suffers from advanced lung cancer. Scully, seeking resolution, asks him if Banan is still alive. Father Joe says yes.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SN_t_tqoUII/AAAAAAAAHy4/f5qtSH2nB9M/s1600-h/2008_the_x_files_2_019.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SN_t_tqoUII/AAAAAAAAHy4/f5qtSH2nB9M/s400/2008_the_x_files_2_019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251177369383227522" border="0" /></a>With Mulder's handling of Father Joe having helped break the case, Scully says Mulder — with whom she says she fell in love at some unspecified time — should end his involvement, and that she cannot be with him if he continues exploring "the darkness." Mulder, regardless, takes Scully's car to go investigate further. At Nutter's Feed Store in a small town near the abductions, he learns Dacyshyn has purchased animal tranquilizer. When Dacyshyn coincidentally arrives moments later, Mulder slips out and then follows Dacyshyn's snowplow. On an isolated road, Dacyshyn crashes the car and pushes it off an embankment. Dacyshyn soon afterward abandons his snowplow when it stops running. Mulder crawls from the wreckage, starts down the road, and stops at a small compound where many dogs are barking — a major detail of Father Joe's visions. Mulder enters, and the commotion caused by a two-headed guard dog's attack brings Dacyshyn out from one of the building's — where a makeshift Eastern European medical team is attempting whole-head transplants in order to place Tomczeszyn's head on the body of the second abducted woman. Mulder tries to save her, but a doctor comes from behind and injects him with Acepromazine. Mulder is now helpless, and is taken outside to be murdered by Dacyshyn.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SN_ukLR-1cI/AAAAAAAAHzA/0BUu8xaKnSQ/s1600-h/2008_the_x_files_2_023.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SN_ukLR-1cI/AAAAAAAAHzA/0BUu8xaKnSQ/s400/2008_the_x_files_2_023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251177995808200130" border="0" /></a>When Scully cannot reach Mulder on his cell phone, she calls her old FBI superior, Walter Skinner, for help. They triangulate the phone's location and find Scully's wrecked car. Scully and Skinner find a rural mailbox whose address corresponds to a Biblical chapter and verse Father Joe had told Scully. They race to the address, where Skinner breaks up the medical procedure before the young woman is beheaded, and Scully rescues Mulder from being axed to death by Dacyshyn. Later, Mulder is back at home, where Scully tells him that Father Joe has died. Mulder points out that Father Joe died at the same moment that Tomczeszyn's severed head died due to lack of blood flow to the brain. Somehow, he surmises, the two men's fates were linked by more than just visions. Scully is still troubled by Father Joe's advice to her, "don't give up." Mulder comforts her by telling her to ask herself what Father Joe could have meant by such a statement. Scully says that she is having doubts about Christian's surgery, saying that she is "putting that boy through hell" due to the words of a pedophile priest. Mulder tells Scully that if she goes into that surgery with any doubts, then she should call it off. Scully walks to the operating room, past Father Ybarra and Christian's parents. With everyone looking over her shoulder, a nurse asks Scully if she is ready to begin. Scully thinks for a moment, looks at Christian, and simply replies "yes."</div><div style="text-align: center;"> <p>In a post-credits scene, Mulder and Scully are seen together in swimsuits on a boat in a tropical ocean, casually rowing towards an island. The scene is shot from a helicopter whose shadow is visible to the audience.</p></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SN_vj_VoM8I/AAAAAAAAHzI/IOVdY3lyskY/s1600-h/mandskiss.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SN_vj_VoM8I/AAAAAAAAHzI/IOVdY3lyskY/s400/mandskiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251179092113896386" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Notes:</span><br />The film has drawn claims of heterosexist overtones due to the relationship between Billy Connolly's character and the homosexual couple involved in the kidnappings. Co-writer/producer Frank Spotnitz stated on his weblog that this was not his intention.<br /><br />The film grossed $4 million on its opening day in the United States. It opened fourth on the U.S. weekend box office chart, with a gross of $10.2 million. As of September 15, 2008, it had grossed $20,909,448 domestically and an additional $42,600,000 internationally.<br /><br />The film's stars both claimed that the timing of the movie's release against ''The Dark Knight'' negatively affected its box-office return. Duchovny referred to "mitigating circumstances''. ''We happened to open on the worst day in the history of cinema — the second week of ''Batman - The Dark Knight". The only thing worse would be to open with Batman and nobody would've done that." Anderson believed that "people in the States are so used to lots of , action and sex, and we don't really offer a lot of that in this film."<br /><br />Producer Frank Spotnitz said the film's DVD and Blu-ray Disc releases would be accompanied by new special-edition DVD & Blu-ray Disc releases of the first movie:<a href="http://in-the-x-i-believe.blogspot.com/2007/07/fight-future-movie.html"> ''Fight the Future''</a>. They will both be released on December 2nd, 2008.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Source: Wikipedia</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SN_zQx8DHNI/AAAAAAAAHzQ/yAO9iMd5Qls/s1600-h/18962419.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SN_zQx8DHNI/AAAAAAAAHzQ/yAO9iMd5Qls/s400/18962419.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251183160145943762" border="0" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08909082672994692941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138120172482108021.post-7145831058696672862008-07-23T12:32:00.005+02:002008-12-12T05:39:22.202+01:00The X Files: Revelations<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIcKFYaJiOI/AAAAAAAAHuA/1FxuWoazUrA/s1600-h/153.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIcKFYaJiOI/AAAAAAAAHuA/1FxuWoazUrA/s400/153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226156980154501346" border="0" /></a>Before going to see ''The X Files: I Want To Believe'' movie, you should for certain check out the following episodes of the X Files series. Those are the perfect grounding for the movie.<br /><br />Season 1: <a href="http://in-the-x-i-believe.blogspot.com/2007/02/season-1-pilot-1x79.html">''Pilot''</a> and <a href="http://in-the-x-i-believe.blogspot.com/2007/02/sason-1-beyond-sea-1x12.html">''Beyond the Sea''</a>.<br />Season 2: <a href="http://in-the-x-i-believe.blogspot.com/2007/03/season-2-host-2x02.html">''The Host''</a>.<br />Season 3: <a href="http://in-the-x-i-believe.blogspot.com/2007/04/season-3-clyde-bruckmans-final-repose.html">''Clyde Bruckman's Final Repose''</a>.<br />Season 4: <a href="http://in-the-x-i-believe.blogspot.com/2007/05/season-4-memento-mori-4x15.html">''Memento Mori''</a>.<br />Season 5: <a href="http://in-the-x-i-believe.blogspot.com/2007/05/season-5-post-modern-prometheus-5x06.html">''Post-Modern Prometheus''</a> and <a href="http://in-the-x-i-believe.blogspot.com/2007/06/season-5-bad-blood-5x12.html">''Bad Blood''</a>.<br />Season 6: <a href="http://in-the-x-i-believe.blogspot.com/2007/08/season-6-milagro-6x18.html">''Milagro''</a>.<br /><br />Enjoy!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08909082672994692941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138120172482108021.post-17828785500039272932008-07-23T11:50:00.017+02:002008-12-12T05:39:27.388+01:00Season 9: The Truth (2) (9X20)<div style="text-align: center;">Written by: Chris Carter<br />Directed by: Kim Manners<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIb_9j3cDPI/AAAAAAAAHsA/CCnMJC4FqKc/s1600-h/Screenshot178.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIb_9j3cDPI/AAAAAAAAHsA/CCnMJC4FqKc/s400/Screenshot178.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226145850674908402" border="0" /></a>Scully performs an examination of Roher's badly-burned corpse, later presenting her finding that the corpse is not Rohrer to the military court. Kersh rules that Scully did not have authorisation to perform an autopsy, and orders her removed from the courtroom.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIcAVJ51DMI/AAAAAAAAHsI/GIq_NPJt5tc/s1600-h/Screenshot134.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIcAVJ51DMI/AAAAAAAAHsI/GIq_NPJt5tc/s400/Screenshot134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226146256022473922" border="0" /></a>Mulder is then found guilty of murder and sentenced to die by lethal injection. Skinner and Doggett gain access to Mulder's cell and help him escape, but Rohrer discovers the plan and orders the building sealed off. Kersh aids Mulder to escape the building and tells him to head to Canada. Instead, Mulder and Scully drive south.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIcAoWF_RlI/AAAAAAAAHsQ/5ybolKts_G8/s1600-h/Screenshot143.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIcAoWF_RlI/AAAAAAAAHsQ/5ybolKts_G8/s400/Screenshot143.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226146585712215634" border="0" /></a>Doggett and Reyes discover that the X-Files office has been emptied. Skinner concludes that the government is punishing them for taking Mulder's side during the trial, or is aware that they helped Mulder escape. Gibson Praise tells the agents that the aliens within the government know that Mulder is not headed to Canada, and when they finds Mulder and Scully, they will be killed.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIcA7x9UJZI/AAAAAAAAHsY/GfNV95T4DoY/s1600-h/Screenshot145.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIcA7x9UJZI/AAAAAAAAHsY/GfNV95T4DoY/s400/Screenshot145.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226146919609542034" border="0" /></a>With some help from The Lone Gunmen, Mulder and Scully drive to the Texas-New Mexico border and head for some ruins. Mulder explains that he had been sent a message and a key to the government facility at Mount Weather by an Indian who said it came from a wise man who lived in the ruins - the keeper of the truth.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIcBTD0HG3I/AAAAAAAAHsg/UthwWoILiOM/s1600-h/Screenshot154.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIcBTD0HG3I/AAAAAAAAHsg/UthwWoILiOM/s400/Screenshot154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226147319539768178" border="0" /></a>An old woman leads the agents to a room where the Cigarette Smoking Man sits. He explains that aliens fear the ruins because they contain high levels of the metal that brought down the original UFO in Roswell decades earlier. He explains that the date of the final alien invasion will be December 22, 2012, the date that Mayan calendars stopped some ten centuries earlier.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIcBlBmxxBI/AAAAAAAAHso/wsqAvONoT70/s1600-h/Screenshot163.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIcBlBmxxBI/AAAAAAAAHso/wsqAvONoT70/s400/Screenshot163.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226147628184618002" border="0" /></a>Doggett and Reyes arrive at the site and see Knowle Rohrer step out of a van nearby. Doggett shoots Rohrer repeatedly, but the bullets are ineffective. Suddenly, though, Rohrer begins to vibrate and is hurled into a stone wall. Military helicopters appear on the horizon as Mulder and Scully jump into Rohrer's van and drive off. Doggett and Reyes also make their escape as the helicopters blast the village with rockets, killing the Cigarette Smoking Man.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIcB55Xv17I/AAAAAAAAHsw/5md_an3F3N4/s1600-h/Screenshot180.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIcB55Xv17I/AAAAAAAAHsw/5md_an3F3N4/s400/Screenshot180.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226147986751346610" border="0" /></a>Inside a motel room in Roswell, Mulder and Scully discuss their situation. Mulder says that although he showed Scully the truth, and changed her from skeptic to believer, he's failed at everything else he set out to do. He wants to believe that the dead speak to the living, and he believes that if he and Scully can listen to what's being said, it can give them the power to save themselves. Scully tells Mulder that they believe the same thing. Mulder holds Scully's cross in his hand, then lays down next to her. Scully says that she'd do the last 9 years all over again. Then, they crawl into bed together and hold each other. He tells her that maybe there's reason to have hope, after all.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIcCM0MMHRI/AAAAAAAAHs4/BSVD2dnFgwI/s1600-h/Screenshot188.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIcCM0MMHRI/AAAAAAAAHs4/BSVD2dnFgwI/s400/Screenshot188.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226148311778204946" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Notes:<br /></span>"The Truth" featured the largest number of cast members in the opening credits than any other episode: David Duchovny (Fox Mulder), Gillian Anderson (Dana Scully), Robert Patrick (John Doggett), Annabeth Gish (Monica Reyes), and Mitch Pileggi (Walter Skinner), bringing the total to 5.<br /><br />The day in which the aliens will come and take over the world is set on December 22, 2012, the day in which the ancient Mayan calendar ends (the end of the world) is December 23, 2012.<br /><br />The last scene mirrors a scene in the pilot where Mulder first opens up to Scully.<br /><br />In this episode, we finally know for sure that Mulder is the father of William. When the guards are questioning him, he says he's thinking about his son and his mother.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Quotes:<br /></span><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Assistant Director... <span style="font-style: italic;">(to Mulder)</span> I found it.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> What?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> What's going to get you off.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> I want to move to dismiss again based on new evidence I just received that there is no victim. That the body of Knowle Rohrer is not Knowle Rohrer, but that of a man who died of a broken neck and whose body was burned post-mortem.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b> Motion denied.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> You can't deny it.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b> You're out of order and in contempt of court, Agent Scully.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> You're in contempt. I have evidence proving that Agent Mulder is innocent.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b> You have no authorisation to examine the body, Agent Scully. Have her removed from the courtroom.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> If she's got evidence, you got to listen.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b> Order! Remove the defendant from the courtroom. This trial is adjourned.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIcDb7Kn6KI/AAAAAAAAHtA/B-XDygueD9Q/s1600-h/Screenshot132.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIcDb7Kn6KI/AAAAAAAAHtA/B-XDygueD9Q/s400/Screenshot132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226149670860351650" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b> Gentlemen... we have a verdict. If you'd rise. Acting fairly and impartially, this panel finds the defendant... guilty of first degree murder under aggravated circumstances. Is there anything you'd like to say on your behalf, Mr Mulder... before we decide your sentence?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Yes. I'd like to congratulate you, on succeeding where so many before you have failed. A bullet between the eyes would have been preferable to this charade. But I've learned to pretend over the past nine years — to pretend that my victories mattered only to realise that no one was keeping score. To realise that liars do not fear the truth if there are enough liars. That the devil is just one man with a plan, but evil, true evil, is a collaboration of men, which is what we have here today. If I am a guilty man, my crime is in daring to believe; that the truth will out and that no one lie can live forever. I believe it still. Much as you try to bury it, the truth is out there. Greater than your lies, the truth wants to be known. You will know it. It'll come to you, as it's come to me, faster than the speed of light. You may believe yourselves rid of your headache now, and maybe you are... but you've only done it by cutting off your own heads.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIcDw18TpXI/AAAAAAAAHtI/kAcWcnk8iIQ/s1600-h/Screenshot136.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIcDw18TpXI/AAAAAAAAHtI/kAcWcnk8iIQ/s400/Screenshot136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226150030235379058" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b> You're never going to make it this way. Come on. <span style="font-style: italic;">(He leads them in another direction, where they meet Reyes who is standing by a hole in the wire fence and has a vehicle waiting. They then drive to a meeting with Scully and Gibson Praise, who have another vehicle waiting)</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Mulder?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>You've got to move out.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>What's he doing?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b> What I should have done from the start. You want to go north, to Canada. Get to an airport. If you're not off the continent in 24 hours you may never get out, you understand?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>None of you will be safe now.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> You let us worry about that.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Good luck.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIcEV-Y7pKI/AAAAAAAAHtQ/0e713gT0rqk/s1600-h/Screenshot144.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIcEV-Y7pKI/AAAAAAAAHtQ/0e713gT0rqk/s400/Screenshot144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226150668158084258" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">(Mulder is relieving himself by the side of the road)</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Frohike:</b> Hey, hot shot! You might have the common courtesy of doing your business there downwind.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> Oh, boy.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Langly:</b> Why don't you just finish draining the little lizard and then we'll talk?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Byers:</b> We're very worried about you.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Frohike:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>It's craziness, man. Turn around.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Langly:</b> Just hang a big U-ie and never look back.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> I can't.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Byers:</b> Why risk perfect happiness, Mulder? Why risk your lives?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Because I need to know the truth.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Byers:</b> You already know the truth.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> I need to know if I can change it.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Langly:</b> Change it?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Frohike:</b> For crying out loud. All you're going to do is get yourself killed.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Mulder! What are you doing?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> I'll be right with you, Scully.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIcFIycO2oI/AAAAAAAAHtY/M32t2pdwZs4/s1600-h/Screenshot153.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIcFIycO2oI/AAAAAAAAHtY/M32t2pdwZs4/s400/Screenshot153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226151541124029058" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Smoking Man:</b> What's the matter, Agent Mulder? You come to see the wise man, but you look as if you've seen a ghost.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> You're no wise man. You're a dead man. Just like Krycek and X.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Smoking Man:</b> You see a dead man, Agent Scully?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>I hoped and prayed you were dead, you chain-smoking, son of a bitch.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Smoking Man:</b> You waste your time. Ask Mulder. He knows the futility of hopes and prayers. He knows the truth now. You have told her the truth, haven't you, Fox? I helped you find it.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> You didn't help me. You sent me to that government facility knowing exactly what I'd find.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Smoking Man:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>And now you refuse to speak it. Not to Scully, not to anyone. You've even refused to testify what you learned... even though it would have saved your life. You damned me for my secrets... but you're afraid to speak the truth.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> You call me afraid? Look at you sitting here alone in the dark like a fossil.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Smoking Man:</b> It's the final refuge. The last place to hide from those who are insidiously taking power now.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Who?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Smoking Man:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>The aliens. They fear this place... its geology. Magnetite. Like that which brought down the original UFO in Roswell. Indian wise men realised this over 2,000 years ago. They hid here and watched their own culture die. The original shadow government.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIcFuXaiFqI/AAAAAAAAHtg/LjMDIlmKYFA/s1600-h/Screenshot166.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIcFuXaiFqI/AAAAAAAAHtg/LjMDIlmKYFA/s400/Screenshot166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226152186704172706" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Smoking Man:</b> It leaves me to tell you what Mulder's afraid to, Agent Scully.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> Come on, let's go.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Smoking Man:</b> It's a scary story. You want to come sit on my lap?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>You don't scare me.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Smoking Man:</b> My story's scared every president since Truman in '47.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> You don't have to hear this.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>No, I want to hear it, Mulder.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Smoking Man:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Ten centuries ago the Mayans were so afraid that their calendar stopped on the exact date that my story begins. December 22, the year 2012. The date of the final alien invasion. Mulder can confirm the date. He saw it at Mount Weather... where our own <i>'Secret Government'</i> will be hiding when it all comes down.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Yeah, you smile... feeling drunk with power. The power to do nothing.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Smoking Man:</b> My power comes from telling you. Seeing your powerlessness hearing it. They wanted to kill you, Fox. I protected you all these years... waiting for this moment... to see you broken. Afraid. Now you can die.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIcGQKMyptI/AAAAAAAAHto/BtBj6lqcR8E/s1600-h/Screenshot171.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIcGQKMyptI/AAAAAAAAHto/BtBj6lqcR8E/s400/Screenshot171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226152767272429266" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Run, Monica. Get out of here.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>No.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Knowle Rohrer. That's far enough.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Knowle Rohrer:</b> Shoot me, Agent Doggett, if you think it'll make a difference this time.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> (Doggett fires, the bullet hits Knowle Rohrer in the chest, but he continues to advance on Doggett and Reyes. They are forced back, when Knowle Rohrer stops advancing and struggles to move forward. He starts to spasm and metallic oxidation appears on his skin. The oxidisation covers him, then he is sucked into the rocks at high speed)</span><br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> Agent Doggett!<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Mulder, get out of there!<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> They know where you are!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIcG0FkoivI/AAAAAAAAHtw/1OfYwcdgG6k/s1600-h/Screenshot168.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIcG0FkoivI/AAAAAAAAHtw/1OfYwcdgG6k/s400/Screenshot168.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226153384505543410" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> What are you thinking? Mulder?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> I'm thinking... I'm a guilty man. I've failed in every respect. I deserve the harshest punishment for my crimes.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> You don't believe that.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> I believe... that I sat in a motel room like this with you when we first met... and I tried to convince you of the truth. And in that respect, I succeeded, but... in every other way... I've failed.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> You don't believe that, either.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Mm. I've been chasing after monsters with a butterfly net. You heard the man — the date's set. I can't change that.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> You wouldn't tell me. Not because you were afraid or broken... but because you didn't want to accept defeat.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> Well, I was afraid of what knowing would do to you. I was afraid that it would crush... your spirit.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Why would I accept defeat? Why would I accept it, if you won't? Mulder, you say that you've failed, but you only fail if you give up. And I know you — you can't give up. It's what I saw in you when we first met. It's what made me follow you... why I'd do it all over again.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> And look what it's gotten you.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>And what has it gotten you? Not your sister. Nothing that you've set out for. But you won't give up, even now. You've always said that you want to believe. But believe in what Mulder? If this is the truth that you've been looking for, then what is left to believe in?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> I want to believe that... the dead are not lost to us. That they speak to us... as part of something greater than us — greater than any alien force. And if you and I are powerless now, I want to believe that if we listen, to what's speaking, it can give us the power to save ourselves.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Then we believe the same thing.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Maybe there's hope.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIcHYzRdybI/AAAAAAAAHt4/q6tR6NeVNS8/s1600-h/Screenshot189.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIcHYzRdybI/AAAAAAAAHt4/q6tR6NeVNS8/s400/Screenshot189.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226154015248468402" border="0" /></a><span class="f-bold f-666">Episode Number: 202 <br />Season Number: 9 <br />First Aired: Sunday, May 19, 2002 <br />Production Code: 9X20<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="f-bold f-666" style="font-size:85%;">You can rate this episode here:</span><br /></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08909082672994692941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138120172482108021.post-60823045917150459152008-07-22T22:09:00.029+02:002008-12-12T05:39:32.768+01:00Season 9: The Truth (1) (9X19)<div style="text-align: center;">Written by: Chris Carter<br />Directed by: Kim Manners<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIZD2iHmT_I/AAAAAAAAHqY/ISnmziPOtak/s1600-h/Screenshot045.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIZD2iHmT_I/AAAAAAAAHqY/ISnmziPOtak/s400/Screenshot045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225939021760712690" border="0" /></a>At the Mount Weather complex in Bluemont, Virginia, Mulder makes his way to a room containing a computer terminal. He punches in an access code, but before he's able to proceed very far, super-soldier Knowle Rohrer appears and a fight ensues. Tossed through a glass screen by the superhuman Rohrer, Mulder picks himself up and heads for an exit, encountering Alex Krycek, who was thought to be dead. He helps Mulder escape.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIY_tg85CTI/AAAAAAAAHow/J_ilHS-cprM/s1600-h/Screenshot010.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIY_tg85CTI/AAAAAAAAHow/J_ilHS-cprM/s400/Screenshot010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225934468782033202" border="0" /></a>Encountering Rohrer again, Mulder gains the advantage and tosses him over a railing into electrical wires. Moments later, military officers take Mulder into custody, where he is brutally interrogated by a guard.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIY__Rs8zHI/AAAAAAAAHo4/-AoxoKIxdY0/s1600-h/Screenshot022.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIY__Rs8zHI/AAAAAAAAHo4/-AoxoKIxdY0/s400/Screenshot022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225934773926284402" border="0" /></a>Scully and Skinner meet with Mulder, who appears to have been beaten into submission. On Scully's behalf, Kersh asks General Suveg that Mulder be treated fairly. Suveg allows the FBI to conduct its own hearing within the confines of a military court.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIZARn5-wyI/AAAAAAAAHpA/mfPyu5pX2Tk/s1600-h/Screenshot026.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIZARn5-wyI/AAAAAAAAHpA/mfPyu5pX2Tk/s400/Screenshot026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225935089124164386" border="0" /></a>Returning to Mulder's cell, Scully and Skinner realise that he had been putting on an act during the first visit. Mulder asks Skinner to act as his defence attorney, as he knows about the government conspiracy and alien invasion. Reyes and Doggett arrive, and tell them that the government has Rohrer's body. Mulder refuses to tell Scully why he was inside the secret facility at Mount Weather.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIZAl1S3hwI/AAAAAAAAHpI/TqlVsnMKtIc/s1600-h/Screenshot035.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIZAl1S3hwI/AAAAAAAAHpI/TqlVsnMKtIc/s400/Screenshot035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225935436315592450" border="0" /></a>At Mulder's trial the prosecution is headed by Special Agent Kallenbrunner. He offers the sworn testimony of thirty witnesses who saw Mulder kill Rohrer. Skinner then calls Scully, who describes how a meteor crashed to earth in prehistoric times, bringing with it an alien virus that lay dormant for thousands of years. The US government learned of the existence of this virus in 1947 when a UFO crashed in Roswell, New Mexico.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIZBCfCAeNI/AAAAAAAAHpQ/BH6c4gsdvAc/s1600-h/Screenshot067.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIZBCfCAeNI/AAAAAAAAHpQ/BH6c4gsdvAc/s400/Screenshot067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225935928555501778" border="0" /></a>The virus, which thrived in oil deposits, communicated with the UFOs. When the government studied the alien technology in the crashed UFO, they learned of an alien plan to colonise Earth. The government then set about creating a breed of human/alien hybrids that the aliens would use as a slave race.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIZBZSeDcuI/AAAAAAAAHpY/rgSwRULQ188/s1600-h/Screenshot080.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIZBZSeDcuI/AAAAAAAAHpY/rgSwRULQ188/s400/Screenshot080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225936320320467682" border="0" /></a>Skinner then calls Mulder's half-brother, Jeffrey Spender, who explains that the aliens distrusted their human collaborators and kept family members of the collaborators as human collateral, including Mulder's sister, Samantha. Mulder spent many years attempting to track her down, but she was experimented upon and died in 1987.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIZBvnLZIAI/AAAAAAAAHpg/rAiZQCwIKjo/s1600-h/Screenshot097.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIZBvnLZIAI/AAAAAAAAHpg/rAiZQCwIKjo/s400/Screenshot097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225936703836463106" border="0" /></a>Meanwhile, in the New Mexico desert, a young boy warns Gibson Praise that Mulder is in serious trouble.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIZCBwGhyfI/AAAAAAAAHpo/6GLS0HBEPjc/s1600-h/Screenshot104.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIZCBwGhyfI/AAAAAAAAHpo/6GLS0HBEPjc/s400/Screenshot104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225937015469623794" border="0" /></a>Marita Covarrubias testifies that she conspired with members of The Syndicate to develop an alien virus vaccine, but grew to hate her employees when she was turned into a test subject. She says that a group of renegade, faceless aliens destroyed the vaccine and killed off members of The Syndicate.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIZChhjeGII/AAAAAAAAHp4/foYslvzw0gk/s1600-h/Screenshot112.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIZChhjeGII/AAAAAAAAHp4/foYslvzw0gk/s400/Screenshot112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225937561320298626" border="0" /></a>Despite protests from Mulder, Skinner introduces Gibson Praise as a witness, explaining that he can read people's minds due to DNA believed to be of alien origin. Gibson turns his attention to a panel judge (Toothpick Man), and tells everyone in attendance that the man is not human. Guards pull Mulder from the courtroom.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIZC2fSsY8I/AAAAAAAAHqA/kJQBcfBZ0AI/s1600-h/Screenshot120.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIZC2fSsY8I/AAAAAAAAHqA/kJQBcfBZ0AI/s400/Screenshot120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225937921490314178" border="0" /></a>Next, Skinner calls self-described skeptic Doggett to the witness stand. Doggett believes in the existence of a secret military project that developed super-soldiers, a group of seemingly indestructible men that included Knowle Rohrer. Doggett also believes that Rohrer cannot be dead, as a super-solider can only be killed using a form of magnetite brought to Earth by a falling meteor.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIZDIjyaACI/AAAAAAAAHqI/UzSVRLAiVvw/s1600-h/Screenshot124.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIZDIjyaACI/AAAAAAAAHqI/UzSVRLAiVvw/s400/Screenshot124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225938231934713890" border="0" /></a>Reyes takes the stand and describes how she protected a pregnant Scully by driving her to a remote location in Georgia. Reyes later learnt that Scully was one of a number of women who had been abducted by the government in order to secretly manipulate their biology to producing a slave race of aliens. Scully later gave up her baby for adoption in hopes of protecting it from the aliens.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIZDb5lLluI/AAAAAAAAHqQ/Kp3vBezF0pM/s1600-h/Screenshot128.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIZDb5lLluI/AAAAAAAAHqQ/Kp3vBezF0pM/s400/Screenshot128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225938564202338018" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Notes:<br /></span> David Duchovny's name returns to the opening titles in this episode.<br /><br />The time when Knowle Rohrer (who Mulder was convicted of killing) pulls up to the USMC Base Brig to 'retrieve' Agent Mulder is 11:21 pm. Chris Carter's wife was born on 11/21.<br /><br />Even though they died in <a href="http://in-the-x-i-believe.blogspot.com/2008/07/season-9-jump-shark-9x15.html">"Jump the Shark"</a> The Lone Gunman's ghosts talk to Mulder for a short time.<br /><br />David Duchovny (Mulder), Gillian Anderson (Scully) and William B. Davis (Cigarette Smoking Man) are the only actors to appear in both the first and last episodes of the series.<br /><br />December 22, 2012 is the day the ancient Mayans predicted that the world will end.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Quotes:<br /></span><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Mulder.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> Dana. <span style="font-style: italic;">(They embrace)</span><br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Oh, my god.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> You okay?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Am I okay? Mulder, I haven't seen you in such a long time. I was so worried.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Well, it's okay, I'm all right. They're treating me really well in here.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> What's happened to you?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Nothing. I'm squared away. Oh, hey, Walter. It's good to see you, man.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> Have they told you what the charges are, Mulder? What you're doing here?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> Oh, yeah. Yeah, we're clear on that.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> You're clear on what?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> My crimes.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Mulder —<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> — I murdered a man, Dana. I went looking for something that didn't exist, and I... I made a terrible mistake. I should be punished severely.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> Whatever you were doing, you have the right to a lawyer... to an inquiry and process of law.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> I don't think you heard me.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Guard:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>All right — time's up.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> We're going to get you out of here.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> And why is that? I'm a guilty man.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Guard:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Time's up. Let's go.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Uh... excuse me. <span style="font-style: italic;">(He turns his back on Scully, she leaves with Skinner)</span> I don't understand. Why are you helping me?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Krycek:</b> Because you can't do this alone.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIZFoBzjw6I/AAAAAAAAHqg/jmyU-em03bA/s1600-h/Screenshot036.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIZFoBzjw6I/AAAAAAAAHqg/jmyU-em03bA/s400/Screenshot036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225940971591812002" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">General Suveg:</b> Come in. Deputy Director Kersh. I've just been going over my notes on this whole business. Please, have a seat.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b> Thank you.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">General Suveg:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>We both got a problem with this man of yours, Agent Mulder.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b> Mulder's been a running problem for the FBI. But nothing this serious.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">General Suveg:</b> I would think...<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b> I've been asked by a female agent... Mulder's closest associate to beg mercy of the military court to give Mulder every consideration based on his good character.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">General Suveg:</b> You've reviewed the charges, yes?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Yes. There's a charge of murder.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">General Suveg:</b> This would look bad for the Marines, if it didn't look worse for the FBI. What does Mulder intend to plead? You wanted a chance to clear up this mess, Mr Kersh, and I'm going to give it to you. Give it to the FBI.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>How?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">General Suveg:</b> A fair hearing for your agent by his own agency. Your prosecutor, your judges. Held in my court.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>That can't be legal. Why do this?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">General Suveg:</b> I want a verdict. A guilty verdict. This man Mulder has made a lot of enemies. He's a crusader. And a lot of people do not like the crusade.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b> I can't do that.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">General Suveg:</b> Oh, you'll do it, Deputy Director. You and I both know; there are forces inside the government now... that a man would be foolish to disobey.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIZK5DUUoEI/AAAAAAAAHqo/8wU37Uo7yM4/s1600-h/Screenshot040.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIZK5DUUoEI/AAAAAAAAHqo/8wU37Uo7yM4/s400/Screenshot040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225946761613582402" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Mulder. Mulder!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> I smelled you coming, Clarice.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Oh... Damn it, Mulder. It's not funny to see you putting on that act.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> No, that is funny. What's not funny is what they do to you in here if you don't put on that act. <span style="font-style: italic;">(They embrace, Skinner averts his eyes allowing them a little privacy)</span> Come here, you big, bald, beautiful man.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>The only thing you're going to be kissing, Mulder, is your sweet ass good-bye, with the trouble your in.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> Uh-huh, I kind of gathered that, right around the 50th brainwashing session.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Mulder, why are they doing this to you?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> They think they're preparing me for my trial. For my testimony.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Your testimony's not going to matter. Not with the case they're building.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Not building. Rigging.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Yeah, I don't think you understand the seriousness of the charges. This isn't some routine wrist slapping. You're on trial for your life.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> My trial's a forgone conclusion. What they really want is for me to admit my guilt and help them out. What's really on trial here is the truth.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Mulder, they're saying you killed a man.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Have they produced a body? You can't produce a body, because you can't kill a man who won't die.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> Well, body or not, they've got 30 witnesses from that government facility ready to testify against you.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Mulder, we'll get you the best lawyer.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Would you defend a man who believes in aliens against the FBI and the military? It's never going to happen. Skinner can defend me.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> I can't represent you.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>You know all the facts, the details, the whole government conspiracy. More than that, I trust you.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Mulder...<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> They can't try me without exposing themselves. I know what I'm doing.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIZLyrG50QI/AAAAAAAAHqw/8Qo03IZKnTU/s1600-h/Screenshot053.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIZLyrG50QI/AAAAAAAAHqw/8Qo03IZKnTU/s400/Screenshot053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225947751547261186" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> Please state your name for the court.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> My name is Dana Katherine Scully. I was assigned nine years ago to the X-Files to spy on Agent Mulder, whose methods the FBI distrusted.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> Assigned not just as an agent, but as a medical doctor. A scientist. And as a serious scientist you came to believe in Agent Mulder's theories.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> I came to believe in the existence of extraterrestrial life and in a conspiracy inside the government to keep their existence a secret.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> The proof was overwhelming. It was even scientifically undeniable.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>I believe as do many respected scientists that life came to earth millions of years ago from a meteor or a rock from Mars.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>So, what you're saying is, life — human life — is extraterrestrial by definition.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Kallenbrunner:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Objection. What does this nonsense have to do with Mulder murdering a man in cold blood?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> Agent Scully will prove that a government conspiracy exists to deny the existence of extra-terrestrials.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>You are not here proving government conspiracies, Mr Skinner. You are here to defend Fox Mulder.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>And I'm trying to do that.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b> It's your case, Mr Skinner.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>So, a meteor crashed to earth, but along with the biological building blocks on it there was something else — an alien virus.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>I believe there was a virus which thrived here prehistorically. I believe that virus infected early man and transformed his physiology.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> Changed him into something else.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Into an alien life-form himself.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIZMlSTvJYI/AAAAAAAAHq4/odGGclUZNrc/s1600-h/Screenshot078.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIZMlSTvJYI/AAAAAAAAHq4/odGGclUZNrc/s400/Screenshot078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225948621063529858" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> And what happened to these aliens?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>They died, in the last ice age, 35,000 years ago.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> And the virus?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>It lay dormant, underground, until it surfaced once again during our current geologic period.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> And the government knows of this?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> The government learned of this virus in 1947, when a UFO crashed in Roswell, New Mexico.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> A UFO crash revealed a virus?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> The virus thrived underground in petroleum deposits. In black oil. It has sentience. It can think. It has the ability to communicate and it communicated with the UFOs.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> And the government knows <b>this</b>, too.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> In Roswell, they captured aliens from the spacecraft wreckage. They salvaged various alien technology from them and from their data banks they learned of the alien plan to <i>'re-colonise'</i> the earth.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b> Is this all leading anywhere?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> Yeah. The destruction of mankind.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b> I'll warn you once, Agent Mulder.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>And what did the government do with this... information of an alien take-over?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> They kept it a dark secret. If it had gotten out there would have been wild panic.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Mr Skinner, are we finished?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> No. There's the matter of Agent Scully's own abduction in 1994.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Abduction by whom?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> By the military working with the government conspirators to develop a breed of human-alien hybrids that the aliens would use as a slave race.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> Thank you, Agent Scully. Your witness, Mr Kallenbrunner.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Kallenbrunner:</b> All these ETs running around... it's hard to keep these aliens straight without a scorecard. I myself have never seen an alien. Could we call one as a witness?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> You're being facetious.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Kallenbrunner:</b> No, I'm not. I'd like to see some proof.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>There are the mars rocks...<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Kallenbrunner:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>No. I need something good. Something amazing. Something really cool.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> I don't know what you mean.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Kallenbrunner:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Well, what I mean is, you have no proof to back up one word you just told us. Agent Scully, isn't it true that you and Mulder were lovers, and you got pregnant and had his love child?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> Objection!<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Kallenbrunner:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Thank you. Next witness.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIZNgtRHtQI/AAAAAAAAHrA/ZhNHxfjm8CQ/s1600-h/Screenshot086.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIZNgtRHtQI/AAAAAAAAHrA/ZhNHxfjm8CQ/s400/Screenshot086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225949641912595714" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> Can you state your full name?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Jeffrey Spender:</b> Jeffrey Frank Spender.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Mr Spender, I know you didn't hear Mr Kallenbrunner, but he'd like to make a mockery of the X-Files. You worked on the X-Files yourself.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Jeffrey Spender:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Yes, until three years ago.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>When you were shot, in the X-Files office. Shot by your father. Can I ask you to please tell the court exactly who your father was?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Jeffrey Spender:</b> He led the government conspiracy to exploit the existence of aliens.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Kallenbrunner:</b> Objection. There's no government conspiracy that I've seen established here.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b> I agree with Mr Kallenbrunner. I don't see where this is going.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> If I can prove this conspiracy, it will justify Mulder's actions and you will have no choice but to acquit.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b> I hope this isn't the entire basis of your defence, Mr Skinner.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> You have a relationship to Agent Mulder, don't you, Mr Spender?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Jeffrey Spender:</b> He's my half brother. His mother had an affair with my father.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> But he never knew that. Not until he met you at the FBI.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Jeffrey Spender:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>He didn't know both his father and mine were in the alien conspiracy. His father was a reluctant member. When Agent Mulder began to know the truth about this connection, my father had his father killed by an assassin named Alex Krycek.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>He killed him to silence him?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Jeffrey Spender:</b> Mulder's father lived his life in shame. Not for the conspiracy, but for a terrible decision he made.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> Involving Agent Mulder's sister.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Jeffrey Spender:</b> The aliens distrusted their human collaborators. Members of the conspiracy were made to surrender family members as human collateral.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> So, Mulder's father gave up Mulder's sister. His own eight-year-old daughter.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Jeffrey Spender:</b> Mulder witnessed his sister being abducted by aliens. It haunted him to no end. It's why he pursued the X-Files.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> What became of her? Samantha?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Jeffrey Spender:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>She was returned. She was sent to California where we were raised together. She was taken many more times and suffered horrible tests.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Mulder spent years looking for her... several times thinking that he'd found her, but he was tricked.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Jeffrey Spender:</b> Samantha was... part of the cloning experiment done by the conspiracy. She herself died in 1987.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> By your own father's hand essentially.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Jeffrey Spender:</b> When I went to work for the FBI, I didn't know of my father's crimes. When I stood up to him, he shot me. When I didn't die, he subjected me to the same horrible tests.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIZOXdej6yI/AAAAAAAAHrI/mtXMtR6X4qg/s1600-h/Screenshot089.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIZOXdej6yI/AAAAAAAAHrI/mtXMtR6X4qg/s400/Screenshot089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225950582566808354" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Mr X:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Get up.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Who's that? Who's there? What are you doing here?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mr X:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>That's what I'm here to ask you.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> I'm putting the truth on trial.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mr X:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>What truth? Who's truth? You think these men will even hear it?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> They're afraid to hear it.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mr X:</b> They're not afraid. They have too much power to be afraid. You're going to learn that, just like I did. You'll die learning it.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> I'm not afraid of that.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mr X:</b> There's a truth even you're afraid to speak now, because you know it's futile.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>No. Because I refuse to accept it.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mr X:</b> Then you're going to need help.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> How can you possibly help me?<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(Mr X hands him a piece of paper:</span> <div style="font-style: italic;" class="indent">Marita Covarrubias<br /> 756 N Maple<br /> Annapolis, Maryland</div><span style="font-style: italic;"> When he looks up, Mr X is gone)<br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIZPApI4M7I/AAAAAAAAHrQ/m-ODilcd0yg/s1600-h/Screenshot108.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIZPApI4M7I/AAAAAAAAHrQ/m-ODilcd0yg/s400/Screenshot108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225951290071724978" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> State your full name for the court.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Marita Covarrubias:</b> Marita Covarrubias.<br /><b>Skinner:</b> And your former government title?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Marita Covarrubias:</b> Special Representative to the Secretary General of the UN.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> The United Nations. A position giving you... unrestricted access to countries and leaders around the world. Isn't that right?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Marita Covarrubias:</b> Yes.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> How did you use this power?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Marita Covarrubias:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Basically, to further the interests of a secretive group of men who called themselves the Syndicate.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> What were their interests?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Marita Covarrubias:</b> Developing an alien virus vaccine, before the Russians developed one.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> And how'd they go about that?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Marita Covarrubias:</b> By testing innocent civilians all over the world. Test subjects were tracked through DNA identifiers in their small pox vaccination scars.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Without subjects knowledge?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Marita Covarrubias:</b> Mostly. Some developed suspicions. I saw Russians who cut off their arms to prevent being tracked.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>As they did to an American man that you worked quite intimately with.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Marita Covarrubias:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Yes. Alex Krycek.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> Did you believe in the Syndicate? In their international conspiracy?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Marita Covarrubias:</b> No. I was paid for my access.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> In fact, you came to hate them.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Marita Covarrubias:</b> Yes. It's why I helped Agent Mulder when he approached me.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>But you were found out. And the Syndicate punished you for this.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Marita Covarrubias:</b> They turned me into a... a test subject.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> Testing what?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Marita Covarrubias:</b> They were pretending to work with the aliens, to infect the entire population with an alien virus, but the conspirators were trying to save themselves, by secretly and selfishly developing a vaccine. The conspirators believed all life in the universe had been infected with the virus, including a race of shape-shifting alien bounty hunters who policed the conspiracy for the aliens. But they were wrong and it led to the destruction of the conspiracy.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> And who destroyed it?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Marita Covarrubias:</b> A group of renegade aliens who had avoided infection with the virus through self-disfigurement.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> And the conspirators themselves — what happened to them?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Marita Covarrubias:</b> They're all dead now. Killed by these same faceless aliens.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Then what are you afraid of now? Why resist testifying here today? Because the conspiracy continues, just in another form, by other men.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Kallenbrunner:</b> Objection. Mr Skinner can't ask questions and give the answers.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Sustained.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> Fox Mulder's on trial for murder here. The man he's accused of killing is one of these new conspirators. An alien replacement for a human being. What they are calling a super soldier. You can prove this, can't you? You know who these men are, don't you? Ms Covarrubias?<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> (A hand rests on Mulder's shoulder)</span><br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Krycek:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;">(to Mulder)</span> They'll kill her.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> Ms Covarrubias, I asked you a question. I need an answer.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> No. It's okay. Let her go.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>What the hell are you doing, Mulder? She's the last best witness that we have.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> Doesn't matter.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> Thank you, Ms Covarrubias. I got nothing else.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIZQLdKnmEI/AAAAAAAAHrY/1Wto1bbZtpw/s1600-h/Screenshot116.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIZQLdKnmEI/AAAAAAAAHrY/1Wto1bbZtpw/s400/Screenshot116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225952575347988546" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Gibson Praise:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Gibson Andrew Praise.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Do you know this man?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Gibson Praise:</b> Yes. He's my friend. I hid him in the desert for the last year.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> Mulder met you as a chess protégé. You're life was endangered because of your highly unusual brain activity.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Cut to the chase, Mr Skinner.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> Gibson Praise can read people's minds. Mulder and Scully proved this scientifically. There's a certain <i>'junk DNA'</i> which all humans share, but has no apparent function. Gibson's <i>'junk DNA'</i> is functional. DNA which is believed to be alien.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Kallenbrunner:</b> You're trying to tell us this boy can read minds?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Gibson Praise:</b> Yes.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>He's reading your mind right now.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Kallenbrunner:</b> And the minds of the judges, too?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Gibson Praise:</b> Yes. <span style="font-style: italic;">(He looks at each member of the jury panel)</span> Even his. <span style="font-style: italic;">(He points to the last member, the Toothpick man)</span><br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Kallenbrunner:</b> And what makes him so special?<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span>He's not human.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> He's one of them. One of them! I want that man examined!"<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b> Mr Skinner control him!<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Mulder!<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> You're afraid! <span style="font-style: italic;">(Guards escort Mulder out of the court room)</span> You're afraid of what I know! You're afraid of the truth!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIZRKx2h7eI/AAAAAAAAHrg/iRtUQVolR9g/s1600-h/Screenshot118.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIZRKx2h7eI/AAAAAAAAHrg/iRtUQVolR9g/s400/Screenshot118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225953663232634338" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Agent Doggett... you've been on the X-Files for two years. And with all that you've seen, how do you feel about this term <i>'paranormal'</i>?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Well, the way I look at it, calling something paranormal is just a way of avoiding a real explanation.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> You're a sceptic. But I see here in your own case reports some very detailed descriptions of things that a sceptic would never believe in... these so called <i>'super soldiers'</i>.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Well, that's a whole different deal.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> In what way?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> 'Cause I've seen it with my own eyes; shot... drowned... even ground up in a garbage truck. And they just come right back to life.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> What are they?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Well, the best I can figure they're some kind of secret military project — ordinary men made invincible.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Kallenbrunner:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Objection. What does this science fiction have to do with anything?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Agent Doggett is going to tell you that the man that Mulder is accused of killing is a super soldier. A man that Agent Doggett served with in the marines. Name of Knowle Rohrer.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Kallenbrunner:</b> Objection. Agent Doggett was not present at the murder nor has he seen or examined the victim.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> That's because I've been getting the bum's rush from the government.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b> Objection sustained.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Well, then, let me ask you, Agent Doggett if a super soldier is invincible, how could Mulder have killed this man?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>He couldn't. The way I understand it, the only way to kill a super soldier is with some rare metal. Agent Scully says it's a form of magnetite from some meteor that fell to earth.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> And Mulder's not accused of doing that, is he?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>No, Sir.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIZR8n7c5gI/AAAAAAAAHro/rNh8dbwQSts/s1600-h/Screenshot123.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIZR8n7c5gI/AAAAAAAAHro/rNh8dbwQSts/s400/Screenshot123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225954519562380802" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> My name is Monica Reyes. I've been with the FBI since 1990.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Before coming onto the X-Files, Agent Reyes, you worked in the New Orleans field office investigating cases of satanic ritual abuse.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> I did.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> Did you ever prosecute any of these satanic cases?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>No.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Kallenbrunner:</b> For god's sake, Mr Skinner, we're trying a man for murder not taking a trip down memory lane.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>I'm showing the court that Agent Reyes is level-headed and objective on strange and extraordinary cases. That her belief in aliens comes from firsthand experience. And she can offer you hard proof that there is an alien conspiracy!<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>I was called on last year, to protect Agent Scully, who was pregnant and whose life was in danger because of her pregnancy.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Kallenbrunner:</b> What does this have to do with aliens?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>I drove Agent Scully to a secluded location in Georgia where it was believed she could deliver safely. But we soon discovered we weren't alone. I was attacked and had to defend myself against an assailant, who was shot at point-blank range. Who should have died, but didn't. This assailant was then joined by others like him, who surrounded Agent Scully and me, and witnessed her as she gave birth to her son.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Kallenbrunner:</b> Witnessed her? What do you mean?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> We were confused as well. But we came to understand that her son was a kind of miracle child. His birth was all important to these people; these so-called super soldiers, who I believe are humans replaced by aliens.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Kallenbrunner:</b> Why would Scully's child be important to aliens, Agent Reyes?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> We came to learn that Scully was one of a number of random women who had miraculous childbirths, and these women all had been abducted as part of a government program to secretly manipulate their biology, operating offshore on a navy ship, using these women as surrogates.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Kallenbrunner:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Surrogates?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>For alien babies.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Kallenbrunner:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>To create a slave race.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> Yes.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Kallenbrunner:</b> A program conducted by the Navy, on a ship which is where?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> The ship housing this program was exploded on the Baltimore dock.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Kallenbrunner:</b> So, in other words, we have no true evidence past your good word. You claim Scully gave birth to one of these alien babies. How can you be sure of this, Agent Reyes?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> I saw her child do things that could be explained no other way. I saw him display amazing powers. He'd move objects with his mind.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Kallenbrunner:</b> Really? Do you think we could arrange a demonstration for the court? That we could see that ourselves?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>No. The child was given up for adoption to an anonymous family.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Kallenbrunner:</b> She gave up the miracle child? The proof of everything that she and Mulder claim that they've risked their lives for over the last nine years — she just sent it off to some strangers?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Yes, to protect him!<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Kallenbrunner:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Thank you, Agent Reyes. That's all.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>You don't care about that child or what Scully had to sacrifice. You're only too happy she had to give it up so there's no proof.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b> Agent Reyes.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>You don't care what these people have sacrificed over the last nine years — what's been lost to their cause. You make a mockery of it, gladdened it proves your point.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Agent Reyes, that's enough!<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> What is the point of all of this? To destroy a man who seeks the truth or to destroy the truth so no man can seek it? Either way, you lose.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIZTErWwqII/AAAAAAAAHrw/9e_f7uR99KU/s1600-h/Screenshot126.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIZTErWwqII/AAAAAAAAHrw/9e_f7uR99KU/s400/Screenshot126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225955757432809602" border="0" /></a><span class="f-bold f-666">Episode Number: 201 <br />Season Number: 9 <br />First Aired: Sunday, May 19, 2002 <br />Production Code: 9X19<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="f-bold f-666" style="font-size:85%;">You can rate this episode here:</span><br /></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08909082672994692941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138120172482108021.post-25210134487134370502008-07-22T11:42:00.023+02:002008-12-12T05:39:38.004+01:00Season 9: Sunshine Days (9X18)<div style="text-align: center;">Written by: Vince Gilligan<br />Directed by: Vince Gilligan<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIWwCyoSDwI/AAAAAAAAHnA/_op2uOAo7Wc/s1600-h/Screenshot54.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIWwCyoSDwI/AAAAAAAAHnA/_op2uOAo7Wc/s400/Screenshot54.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225776504630284034" border="0" /></a>In Van Nuys, California, young slackers Blake and Mike enjoy a beer together. Blake claims that a nearby house is the home used to shoot The Brady Bunch. Mike disagrees, and a few moments later both men sneak inside the house for a better look. Mike is stunned - the interior of the house is exactly like the home from the TV show. Suddenly, a football bounces down the staircase, reminding Blake of an episode in which the Marcia Brady broke her nose after a football hit her in the face. Freaked out, Mike runs off, and Blake walks up the staircase, where he comes face to face with two children who resemble Bobby and Cindy from the TV show. Moments later, Blake's body crashes down onto the roof of the car Mike is sitting in.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIWtMgko_UI/AAAAAAAAHmA/rXqkqYTaxos/s1600-h/Screenshot04.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIWtMgko_UI/AAAAAAAAHmA/rXqkqYTaxos/s400/Screenshot04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225773373046979906" border="0" /></a>Doggett and Reyes investigate the strange death. The agents escort Mike to the front door of the house he claims is the Brady Bunch home, where they speak with the owner, Oliver Martin. Martin allows the agents to enter after Doggett threatens to get a search warrant. Inside, Mike is flabbergasted when the house looks nothing like the Brady's place.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIWtle-u8SI/AAAAAAAAHmI/vIUSWDyLa9s/s1600-h/Screenshot09.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIWtle-u8SI/AAAAAAAAHmI/vIUSWDyLa9s/s400/Screenshot09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225773802116280610" border="0" /></a>Sensing something amiss, Doggett checks Martin's dustbin, which contains a pile of asphalt shingles. Doggett realizes that the roof of the home has been freshly patched... leading him to speculate that Blake somehow flew through the roof.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIWt38cM9YI/AAAAAAAAHmQ/Fgy4GR-LNcE/s1600-h/Screenshot12.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIWt38cM9YI/AAAAAAAAHmQ/Fgy4GR-LNcE/s400/Screenshot12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225774119262156162" border="0" /></a>Later, Mike sneaks to the front of Martin's house and peers in. He sees three girls and three boys having dinner with their mother and father. Mike bursts through the front door... but the family has disappeared. Mike then advances on Oliver, only to find himself floating in the air. Suddenly, he rockets upward and crashes through the ceiling.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIWudCS-N1I/AAAAAAAAHmY/0C5aVrLEf74/s1600-h/Screenshot25.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIWudCS-N1I/AAAAAAAAHmY/0C5aVrLEf74/s400/Screenshot25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225774756489213778" border="0" /></a>Scully arranges a meeting with Dr. John Rietz, a parapsychologist who documented the strange case of Anthony Fogelman, who later changed his name to Oliver Martin, in 1970. Fogelman, the "Mozart of psychokinesis", possessed otherworldly powers of moving objects with his mind. Described as "a lonely little boy", by Reitz, Fogelman's powers faded as he grew up.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIWuynF7fKI/AAAAAAAAHmg/4KHgQSvACJQ/s1600-h/Screenshot34.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIWuynF7fKI/AAAAAAAAHmg/4KHgQSvACJQ/s400/Screenshot34.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225775127143873698" border="0" /></a>The agents realize that "Oliver Martin" was the name of Carol Brady's nephew, in the Brady Bunch's last season. The character was something of a pest and jinx, and Scully wonders if that's how Fogelman views himself.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIWvHigs5jI/AAAAAAAAHmo/ZJrG8Lqofuw/s1600-h/Screenshot41.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIWvHigs5jI/AAAAAAAAHmo/ZJrG8Lqofuw/s400/Screenshot41.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225775486691239474" border="0" /></a>Doggett and Reitz make their way to Fogleman's house, but Fogelman levitates Doggett off the floor and crashes him through the ceiling. When Doggett regains consciousness, he's stuck upside down in the attic of the house. Rietz tries reasoning with Fogelman, urging him to relax, at which Doggett crashes back through the hallway ceiling.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIWvcrJHIJI/AAAAAAAAHmw/UmqYtTSjM5E/s1600-h/Screenshot50.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIWvcrJHIJI/AAAAAAAAHmw/UmqYtTSjM5E/s400/Screenshot50.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225775849785467026" border="0" /></a>Oliver says he simply thinks about things and places and they suddenly appear. He concentrates for a few seconds, and the Brady Bunch living room transforms into scenic grasslands. Amazed, Scully asks Oliver to come to Washington so scientists can learn more about him. The agents escort Oliver to the Bureau, where Oliver levitates Skinner.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIWvynxYTlI/AAAAAAAAHm4/w-snhy8bngA/s1600-h/Screenshot63.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIWvynxYTlI/AAAAAAAAHm4/w-snhy8bngA/s400/Screenshot63.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225776226837745234" border="0" /></a>Later, Oliver experiences a seizure and is rushed to a hospital, where it turns out that he's suffering from multiple organ failure. Doctors try everything in their power to save him, but nothing seems to work. When Doggett wonders why Fogelman chose The Brady Bunch, Reyes concludes that the Bradys are the family that everyone wishes they had. This causes Rietz to realizes that he represented a father figure to Fogelman, and he apologises to him for treating him like a lab rat. He also makes him promise to never again use his powers.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIWwaET4GEI/AAAAAAAAHnI/ervFjPfQ-co/s1600-h/Screenshot80.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIWwaET4GEI/AAAAAAAAHnI/ervFjPfQ-co/s400/Screenshot80.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225776904513525826" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Notes:<br /></span>The title is a reference to a song that the Brady children sang in an episode of The Brady Bunch when they formed a band, called "It's A Sunshine Day".<br /><br />The house isn't really the house the Brady Bunch was filmed in. Agent Reyes made a big point of mentioning that. The real Brady Bunch house was on a Hollywood backlot. This house was a figment of the guy's imagination.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Quotes:<br /></span><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> I'm telling you. <span style="font-style: italic;">(Staring up at the sky)</span><br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> No. I don't see how.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Well, how else do you explain it? A guy falls from a plane or, I don't know, maybe a helicopter, out the door and then... <span style="font-style: italic;">(He whistles)</span> bam. As simple as that.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> And how, exactly, did he wind up in a helicopter? Supposedly he was busy breaking into someone's house at the time.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Details. <span style="font-style: italic;">(He looks over at the roof of the vehicle and spots something small and black where the body was found)</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Reyes: </span>What you got?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Maybe nothing. <span style="font-style: italic;">(A police car approaches and stops. Michael Daley, bandage on his forehead, emerges from the car)</span><br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Michael Daley:</b> Are you the people from the FBI?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Michael Daley?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Michael Daley:</b> Is someone finally going to arrest that freak?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> How about you tell us what you witnessed and then we'll go from there.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Michael Daley:</b> What I witnessed was freaksville, man. My friend was murdered. Who would have thought this could happen at the Brady Bunch house?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> That's not the Brady Bunch house.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Michael Daley:</b> Yeah, it is. I mean, I know it doesn't look like it, but it is. That's where they shot the show.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> No, they shot the show on a sound stage in Hollywood. The house they used for the exteriors is a split-level in Studio City. I took a picture of it once.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Michael Daley:</b> I'm telling you. It's like some kind of creepy Brady Bunch museum in there. I told the cops to search the place but they wouldn't listen to me. But whatever the hell happened to Blake, it happened right in there.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIW3RRJBh_I/AAAAAAAAHnQ/b7MRVpfcaxw/s1600-h/Screenshot06.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIW3RRJBh_I/AAAAAAAAHnQ/b7MRVpfcaxw/s400/Screenshot06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225784449920239602" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Oliver Martin?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Mr Martin, I'm Agent Reyes. This is Agent Doggett. We're with the FBI.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Oliver Martin:</b> This is regarding the death that happened across the street?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Yes, Sir. May we come in?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Oliver Martin:</b> I already talked to the police about this.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Yes, Sir. We know.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Oliver Martin:</b> As I told them, I didn't see or hear anything. I wasn't home at the time.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Michael Daley:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>This guy's stonewalling. Kick the door in.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> (to Michael Daley)</span> Shut up.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Oliver Martin:</b> I'm... really kind of busy.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Mr Martin just five minutes and we'll be out of your hair.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Unless you want us to get a warrant and then... we could be here for hours. <span style="font-style: italic;">(Michael Daley bursts through the door)</span><br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Michael Daley:</b> Right in here, see? What happened? This isn't what I saw. None of it. It's all different. Where'd it all go?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Oliver Martin:</b> I'm not following.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Michael Daley:</b> What happened to all the Brady Bunch stuff?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Mr Daley was under the impression that your house was used for the filming of the Brady Bunch, the television show.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Oliver Martin:</b> Well... it wasn't.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIW4GRYrKAI/AAAAAAAAHnY/WgRQfuZA7Os/s1600-h/Screenshot11.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIW4GRYrKAI/AAAAAAAAHnY/WgRQfuZA7Os/s400/Screenshot11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225785360518948866" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Case number 14-308. Blake McCormick, a well-nourished Caucasian male, 24 years old. I will begin with my external examination... and here is a likely place to start. <span style="font-style: italic;">(She prepares to remove the piece of roofing from the corpse's head when a rattling sound distracts her. She notices that a scalpel is clattering on the instrument tray, reaching out a finger to touch the instrument, she receives a slight electrical shock)</span> Ah!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIW4hGTdffI/AAAAAAAAHng/JbOCJ_NlD40/s1600-h/Screenshot16.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIW4hGTdffI/AAAAAAAAHng/JbOCJ_NlD40/s400/Screenshot16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225785821400759794" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Help me out here, Agent Scully. Monica thinks I'm losing my marbles. What can you tell us about what happened to this guy?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Well, for starters, Mr McCormick was dead before he landed on the car. His skull was pulverised from a previous impact and, judging by the roofing material that I found in the wound, I'd say that Agent Doggett's theory holds water.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> Well, like I asked Agent Doggett, how exactly can that be?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Electricity.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>How's that?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Or maybe electricity is only a by-product. I'm not really sure, but... look, I had an odd experience today and it made me think to try something unusual. I borrowed an EEG machine and I wired Mr McCormick to it. And for the last few hours he's been putting off a faint reading.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Are you saying he's alive?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>No, he's dead as a hammer. What I'm reading is some sort of residual electricity like a... like a battery that's draining off its charge. It's fascinating. I mean, I've never seen anything quite like it.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> But what does it mean?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Well, if Mulder were here, I'd imagine he'd talk about research linking electromagnetic fluctuations to levitation, poltergeist activity, ghost sightings...<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Ghosts and poltergeists? That's what Mulder would say?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> At the end of the day I wouldn't have any theory that was any better and I don't now.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIW5BgHixtI/AAAAAAAAHno/KyZYKQPbBDs/s1600-h/Screenshot22.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIW5BgHixtI/AAAAAAAAHno/KyZYKQPbBDs/s400/Screenshot22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225786378085910226" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Dr Rietz:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> (on video)</span> April 4th, 1970, 10:36am. Present for this test are John Rietz, speaking, and Anthony Fogelman, age eight. Hello, Anthony. Are you ready to begin? Good. Now, relax. Relax and focus. Almost immediately the EEG is registering an increase in fast beta wave activity on all leads. Theta activity is rising as well. Oh, my goodness! <span style="font-style: italic;">(A blue block moves slightly)</span> Oh, my goodness! <span style="font-style: italic;">(The image fizzles with interference)</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Dr Rietz:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Well, there you have it. My right hand to god. All four blocks rose off of the table and spiralled halfway to the ceiling before they fell.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> Too bad that wasn't on film.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Dr Rietz:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>The understatement of a lifetime. Whatever phenomena caused this I also believe that it radiated an electromagnetic field strong enough to fog the image. Well, don't be polite. Call me crazy. Everybody does.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>I believe you. Did you recognise that kid? That was our suspect, Oliver Martin, right?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> I went through Mulder's reference books. Van Nuys, California, 1970: One of the best documented cases of what was initially thought to be poltergeist activity. It focused on a young boy, Anthony Fogelman, who has since changed his name. And Dr Rietz was the parapsychologist who investigated it.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Dr Rietz:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Objects flew around the house. Rooms would grow inexplicably cold. Strange voices would be heard. Anthony's mother was at the end of her rope. I spent six months with her and her son. Six astonishing months.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> What did you learn?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Dr Rietz:</b> That Anthony was as bewildered as everyone else, but that he was responsible for all of it.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> He was psychokinetic.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Dr Rietz:</b> He was the Mozart of psychokinesis.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Sir, in your line of work, why would you fall out of touch with the Mozart of psychokinesis?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Dr Rietz:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Over time, Anthony's abilities faded. The last few months I was with him there were no manifestations of it whatsoever.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> He lost his power.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>We're looking at this guy for two murders. What can you give us that we could actually take to a judge? Was he an angry kid? Was he violent?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Dr Rietz:</b> I can't say what he grew up to be. I haven't spoken to him in 30 years, but the Anthony I knew was a lonely little boy.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIW5_A4kqbI/AAAAAAAAHn4/yXgq5PHwaLY/s1600-h/Screenshot35.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIW5_A4kqbI/AAAAAAAAHn4/yXgq5PHwaLY/s400/Screenshot35.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225787434853509554" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> You're speaking Greek to me here. What's this case have to do with an old TV show?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> You remember what Michael Daley claimed he saw inside that house. He said it was the Brady Bunch house. He seemed certain of it. And now this name, Oliver Martin — just connecting A to B to C.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Does this make any sense to you? When you knew Anthony, was he nutty for the Brady Bunch?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Dr Rietz:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>We'd watch it together.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Okay, say he is. What's it mean?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Well, why name himself after cousin Oliver? None of the other Bradys particularly liked Oliver. He was a self-described pest.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> A jinx. Cousin Oliver, the jinx. Oh, so maybe I watched an episode or two. So what you're saying is that his choice speaks to Anthony Fogelman's character; how he views himself — unlucky, star-crossed, a danger.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Okay, so be it. Just tell me how this helps me bust him and... I'm happy.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Well, I'm staring to hope that it doesn't come to that. Well, the power that this man seemingly possesses is extraordinary. It needs to be studied.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Dr Rietz:</b> It could expand the scope of human knowledge. It could change everything.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> It very well could. I mean, I've been working this unit for nine years now. I've investigated nearly 200 paranormal cases. We are due for some incontrovertible proof. I want vindication, for Mulder and for all of us.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIW6kXgizHI/AAAAAAAAHoA/EtV4kcGxvcI/s1600-h/Screenshot36.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIW6kXgizHI/AAAAAAAAHoA/EtV4kcGxvcI/s400/Screenshot36.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225788076581899378" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Oliver... with your help, we could learn so much. I would love to take you back with us to Washington.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Dr Rietz:</b> It would mean so much to me, Oliver... to show the whole world. <span style="font-style: italic;">(Oliver Martin nods)</span> Wonderful. Let's go get you packed.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>We've got a tiger by the tail.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> Do you believe he intended to kill you?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>He wanted me out of his house, and away I went. It was involuntary, like a sneeze. What the hell difference does it make? It means he's not in control of this power of his.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>I think that's where we can help him. I mean, he needs to learn how to control his powers. I mean, my god... there's no end to what he could accomplish.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>And there's no end to the harm he could cause if he goes off the deep end, which isn't too long a walk for this guy in case you haven't noticed. I mean, this whole Brady Bunch thing... I'm not so sure about this.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> Well, we can't keep him here. Two people are dead. Clearly, this isn't working.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> And besides, I mean... as grand as this may sound... we owe it to the world.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Maybe. Except that I can't shake this feeling that the other shoe's going to drop... that there's something Oliver's not telling us.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIW7QZ4dY9I/AAAAAAAAHoI/19Ol5Zd19wk/s1600-h/Screenshot52.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIW7QZ4dY9I/AAAAAAAAHoI/19Ol5Zd19wk/s400/Screenshot52.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225788833133323218" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Dr Rietz:</b> It was just all the excitement. A little bed rest will do him wonders. And we'll get things right back on schedule. (<span style="font-style: italic;">Scully enters the rooms and indicates that they should talk outside)</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> What do his doctors say?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Oliver's electrolytes were severely imbalanced — that's what sent him into shock. They've stabilised his fluids...<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Dr Rietz:</b> When will they release him?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Well, there's other problems. His thyroid level is elevated. His glucose is low. CPK, liver enzymes and BUN... they're all elevated.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Which, in a nutshell means...<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> It points to a multi-system organ failure. Gradually his body is consuming itself. It's been going on for months and... maybe even years.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> What's causing it?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> His doctors have no idea but I think I'm starting to.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> This power of his — it's eating him alive.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> And if so, it follows that the more he uses it, the more his health will decline. Until finally...<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> What in the hell? <span style="font-style: italic;">(They look in Oliver Martin's room and see the entire Brady Bunch family standing around the bed)</span><br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Oh, my god. <span style="font-style: italic;">(They enter the room to find that the guests have vanished)</span><br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Dr Rietz:</b> Oliver?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> Oliver, those people just now — was that...? Were they...?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Why were they here?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Oliver Martin:</b> To say goodbye.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Why goodbye, Oliver?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Oliver Martin:</b> Because I'm dying.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIW8OV4I6mI/AAAAAAAAHoQ/eXikO6VyHYA/s1600-h/Screenshot79.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIW8OV4I6mI/AAAAAAAAHoQ/eXikO6VyHYA/s400/Screenshot79.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225789897210128994" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> So close, Dana. I'm sorry you don't get your proof.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Me, too. Well, maybe I've had it these past nine years. If not proof of the paranormal, then... of more important things.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Here's hoping the TV stays off and he learns how to love the real world.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> I think you are getting the hang of this job.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIW8qlitlWI/AAAAAAAAHoY/_GmRfo8FFOE/s1600-h/Screenshot84.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIW8qlitlWI/AAAAAAAAHoY/_GmRfo8FFOE/s400/Screenshot84.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225790382451561826" border="0" /></a><span class="f-bold f-666">Episode Number: 200 <br />Season Number: 9 <br />First Aired: Sunday, May 12, 2002 <br />Production Code: 9X18<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="f-bold f-666" style="font-size:85%;">You can rate this episode here:</span><br /></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08909082672994692941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138120172482108021.post-71695297996473934312008-07-21T11:58:00.019+02:002008-12-12T05:39:43.099+01:00Season 9: Release (9X16)<div style="text-align: center;">Written by: David Amann<br />Directed by: Kim Manners<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIRepqnzHSI/AAAAAAAAHjU/KXo9AdDLZY8/s1600-h/Screenshot18.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIRepqnzHSI/AAAAAAAAHjU/KXo9AdDLZY8/s400/Screenshot18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225405537565482274" border="0" /></a>Inside an abandoned apartment building in a deserted part of town, Doggett sees a figure bolt out of one of the rooms into the night. Shortly thereafter, he hears a scratching sound and steps up to a wet plaster wall. He claws away at the plaster until ribbons of red blood begin streaming downward.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIRe984cIpI/AAAAAAAAHjc/9OkwLmgF0Lg/s1600-h/Screenshot04.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIRe984cIpI/AAAAAAAAHjc/9OkwLmgF0Lg/s400/Screenshot04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225405886064501394" border="0" /></a>With help from morgue assistant Diener, Scully performs an autopsy on the body Doggett found behind the wet plaster. She reviews her findings with FBI cadets, one of whom, Rudolph Hayes, accurately guesses that the victim hooked up with the wrong man at a bar. Using Hayes' uncanny insights, Scully realizes that this murder is connected to another killing two weeks earlier. Doggett wonders why someone tipped him off about the murder to begin with, as it is clearly not an X-Files case.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIRfXd_iuJI/AAAAAAAAHjk/kdmcKpfRuMc/s1600-h/Screenshot10.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIRfXd_iuJI/AAAAAAAAHjk/kdmcKpfRuMc/s400/Screenshot10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225406324449392786" border="0" /></a>Later, Doggett and Reyes approach Hayes, who tells them the killer they're looking for is a felon linked to organised crime, contradicting the agents' profile. Reyes and Doggett then visit a bar and talk to Nicholas Regali, a tough mobster who claims he's in town looking for work. Hayes' intuition about Regali proves correct.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIRf3bf-_CI/AAAAAAAAHjs/adm1XxperMk/s1600-h/Screenshot21.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIRf3bf-_CI/AAAAAAAAHjs/adm1XxperMk/s400/Screenshot21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225406873535970338" border="0" /></a>Meanwhile, Hayes returns to his apartment, the walls of which are covered with crime scene photos of murder victims, including one of Doggett's son. Doggett is so impressed by Hayes' gift for solving crimes that he asks him to look into his son's murder. Hayes takes Doggett to his apartment and tells him that if he sits very quietly, the photographs tell him things. He also admits that he has been following the case of Doggett's son's death for a very long time, and shows Doggett a mug shot of Robert Harvey, a suspect in the murder. Hayes believes Harvey abducted Doggett's son... but that Regali killed him.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIRgRY-21xI/AAAAAAAAHj0/_0yulzjTmKI/s1600-h/Screenshot31.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIRgRY-21xI/AAAAAAAAHj0/_0yulzjTmKI/s400/Screenshot31.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225407319536752402" border="0" /></a>Doggett approaches Brad Follmer, who worked in the New York organized crime division, and asks him to look into any connection between Regali and Robert Harvey. Doggett convinces his ex-wife Barbara to come to an identity parade, but she does not recognize Regali.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIRgrsi3InI/AAAAAAAAHj8/5zjVIB5WWW8/s1600-h/Screenshot43.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIRgrsi3InI/AAAAAAAAHj8/5zjVIB5WWW8/s400/Screenshot43.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225407771464639090" border="0" /></a>Meanwhile, Scully finds similarities between the wounds inflicted on Doggett's son nine years earlier and those on the bodies of the two women recently murdered. Checking through files on Regali, Doggett finds it odd that he has served so little jail time since the late Eighties, despite his connection to illegal activities. He begins to suspect that someone in the FBI is on the take.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIRhA5EFEWI/AAAAAAAAHkE/ElRtH3qpvow/s1600-h/Screenshot49.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIRhA5EFEWI/AAAAAAAAHkE/ElRtH3qpvow/s400/Screenshot49.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225408135602442594" border="0" /></a>Later, Follmer informs Reyes and Doggett that Rudolph Hayes died in an automobile accident in 1978... and that Cadet Hayes' is really Stuart Mimms, a mental patient. Follmer also uncovers evidence that Mimms was living in New York City at the time Doggett's son was murdered. A SWAT team storms Mimm's apartment and takes him into custody. Mimms is placed in a police lineup...and Barbara identifies him.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIRhapMOTyI/AAAAAAAAHkM/g-9aN3iRuXc/s1600-h/Screenshot71.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIRhapMOTyI/AAAAAAAAHkM/g-9aN3iRuXc/s400/Screenshot71.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225408578018234146" border="0" /></a>At a secret meeting between Follmer and Regali, it becomes clear that Follmer took money from Regali to make an indictment go away. Mimms tells Scully that he was drawn to the Doggett case only after he noticed an article about the boy's murder in a newspaper. He claims he lied to the FBI to become a cadet so he could have access to the Bureau's inner workings and help solve the case. He tells Doggett that Regali murdered his son.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIRhyc_TQ_I/AAAAAAAAHkU/TuiCYukG0oc/s1600-h/Screenshot73.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIRhyc_TQ_I/AAAAAAAAHkU/TuiCYukG0oc/s400/Screenshot73.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225408987059667954" border="0" /></a>Approached by Doggett, Regali tells him a "hypothetical" story, in which a paedophile takes a young boy to a mobster's home. The mobster walks in on the paedophile, and the young boy sees the mobster's face. Fearing the boy might associate him with the crime, the mobster has him killed. Regali then rises and walks towards the exit.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIRiU-ufAMI/AAAAAAAAHkc/dFkV5Nek-o4/s1600-h/Screenshot77.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIRiU-ufAMI/AAAAAAAAHkc/dFkV5Nek-o4/s400/Screenshot77.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225409580231491778" border="0" /></a>Filled with rage, Doggett unsnaps his holster. A gunshot rings out, but it's from Follmer's gun, and kills Regali. The mystery of their son's death now solved, Doggett and his wife make their way to a beach and scatter their son's ashes into the water.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIRipYG-i7I/AAAAAAAAHkk/XfAKrdayrcQ/s1600-h/Screenshot84.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIRipYG-i7I/AAAAAAAAHkk/XfAKrdayrcQ/s400/Screenshot84.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225409930642492338" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Notes:<br /></span>This episode marks the final appearance of Cary Elwes as A.D. Brad Follmer. Presumably, after he killed Regali at the climax, the video tape depicting his accepting a bribe landed at the Washington Post, resulting in Follmer's dismissal from the FBI, and possibly even being sent to prison on charges of taking bribes and murder. Still, it showed that Follmer wasn't a complete creep, as previous episodes led several viewers to think.<br /><br />The actor who portrays Cadet Hayes (Jared Poe) was actually a writing intern on the show.<br /><br />The woman playing Agent Doggett's wife in this episode (as well as in <a href="http://in-the-x-i-believe.blogspot.com/2008/07/season-9-john-doe-9x07.html">''John Doe''</a>) is Robert Patrick's real life wife, Barbara Patrick.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Quotes:<br /></span><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Jane Doe. Found last night entombed in a tenement wall by an agent who was following an anonymous tip. Time of death, approximately 2100 hours, from three stab wounds to the abdomen. Dirt and clay were found under the nails of her right hand.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">First Cadet:</b> What are those lacerations on her arms and feet?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Predation — from rats. The agent was led to her body by the sound of their feeding. Anyone?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">First Cadet:</b> She was killed some place else. She clawed at the dirt before succumbing to her injuries.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>That's possible. Now what else would help us ID this victim — find the killer?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Cadet Hayes:</b> It's obvious, isn't it?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> What is?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Cadet Hayes:</b> The chipped nail polish. The drugstore hair rinse. This is a single woman, unemployed. That's why no one's IDed her. You found blood alcohol?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Point zero four.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Cadet Hayes:</b> She hooked up with the wrong man in a bar. He killed her. This man has killed before.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> And you know that because...?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Cadet Hayes:</b> That bruise beneath her ribs? It's from the hilt of a knife. The killer intended a single blow... the blade thrusting upward at a 45° angle into the heart, causing death instantly. But she struggled, so he missed. Then he got mad. Like I said... obvious.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIRknnGEYzI/AAAAAAAAHks/yratzn3Jkh8/s1600-h/Screenshot09.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIRknnGEYzI/AAAAAAAAHks/yratzn3Jkh8/s400/Screenshot09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225412099328729906" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Cadet Hayes? Rudolph Hayes? I'm Agent Doggett. This is Agent Reyes. <span style="font-style: italic;">(Cadet Hayes smells the arm)</span> Is that part of the training here, Cadet — smelling body parts?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Cadet Hayes:</b> This man's flesh smells of creosote... but his skin is soft. Untanned. He worked indoors. A hardware store, probably. The tear marks at his elbow go from left to right. He was broadsided in a car accident. His hands gripped the wheel so hard... his thumb bone snapped on impact.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> You determined all that, just by looking at that arm?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Cadet Hayes:</b> I see things.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> We came to thank you. Because of your analysis, we were able to work up a profile, to catch the man who murdered those women.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Cadet Hayes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>What's the profile?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> White male, 25 to 35, ex-military. Employed near the bars where he met... why are you shaking your head?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Cadet Hayes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>The profile's wrong. Your killer is in his 40s. A felon recently arrived from out of state. His parole officer thinks he's looking for a job. He already has one — working for organized crime. He's killed many people. He's going to keep on killing. <span style="font-style: italic;">(He walks away)</span><br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> Kind of annoying, isn't he?<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIRlWNbhv6I/AAAAAAAAHk0/SKaPrkNMwio/s1600-h/Screenshot13.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIRlWNbhv6I/AAAAAAAAHk0/SKaPrkNMwio/s400/Screenshot13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225412899893264290" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> How long you been standing there?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Cadet Hayes:</b> Not long.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> I'm glad you dropped by. Wanted to tell you we hit pay dirt with your profile. No arrests yet, but we're building our case.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Cadet Hayes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>There's something else.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>There's another case I'd like you to take a look at. Seven-year-old boy... rides his bike around the block. His mom's on the porch, counting his laps. He waves to her every time he goes by, and after six laps, he doesn't come back around. She goes looking for him. She finds this bike lying on the sidewalk. There's... no witnesses no ransom demands, no clue as to who took him or why. The cops search door-to-door, block-to-block for two days. Nothing. No news at all. And after three days, they find him in a field. It's all in here. Particulars... about my son. I've been over this, I don't know how many times, but after nine years, there's not a lot to go on. You were such a big help yesterday. If there's anything you see here...<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Cadet Hayes:</b> Agent Doggett, that case I helped you with yesterday? That is your son's.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIRmDOOAJ_I/AAAAAAAAHk8/F1tCQZ2PZe0/s1600-h/Screenshot30.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIRmDOOAJ_I/AAAAAAAAHk8/F1tCQZ2PZe0/s400/Screenshot30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225413673199085554" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Assistant Director? Can I have a minute?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Assistant Director Follmer:</b> It's not a good time. I'm off to a meeting with the Director.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> This can't wait.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Assistant Director Follmer:</b> And the Director can? Okay, you've got one minute.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> When you were in New York, you worked the organised crime task force, right?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Assistant Director Follmer:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Mm-hmm.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Did you ever hear of a guy named Nicholas Regali?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Assistant Director Follmer:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Yeah, he was a... collector, a low-level thug. Why are you asking, Agent Doggett?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> When the New York office was investigating my son's death, his name never came up.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Assistant Director Follmer:</b> Well, why would it? You have reason to believe he was involved?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>I've got no evidence, but somebody's telling me he's mixed-up with the suspect in my son's kidnapping, this Bob Harvey.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Assistant Director Follmer:</b> Well, I never heard that. And I'm sure I'd remember. You want me to ask around and pull some files? I'll see what I can find.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> I'd appreciate it.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIRmsDLKpZI/AAAAAAAAHlE/lMkpKDm5k1g/s1600-h/Screenshot35.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIRmsDLKpZI/AAAAAAAAHlE/lMkpKDm5k1g/s400/Screenshot35.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225414374609036690" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Barbara Doggett:</b> Agent Scully? I'm Barbara. John's ex-wife.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Hi. I'm Dana. Nice to meet you.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Barbara Doggett:</b> He said you'd be coming by.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> You weren't able to make an identification?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Barbara Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>I didn't expect to. You know he doesn't think clearly about this. He can't.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> He blames himself.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Barbara Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>He thinks he failed Luke. In his mind, he can never do enough, never suffer enough, for what happened. I think if you can help him find the man who did this, maybe... he could move on. He and Monica could really have something together. He just won't let her in. They're letting him go?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>For now.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Barbara Doggett:</b> I'll be at my mom's 'til tomorrow. <span style="font-style: italic;">(She leaves)</span><br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Tell me you got something.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>As you asked, I compared the wounds inflicted on your son, with the wounds on these two women.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> And?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>There are similarities between the trajectory of the wounds and the force with which they were delivered.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Meaning Regali's the guy.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Meaning that it was a brilliant forensic deduction on Cadet Hayes's part. But that's all it is. The killer used different weapons, he demonstrated no consistent MO and no clear victimology.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>None of it will hold up in court.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Well, something out there will.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIRnoYrczRI/AAAAAAAAHlM/h17aHTy52a0/s1600-h/Screenshot50.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIRnoYrczRI/AAAAAAAAHlM/h17aHTy52a0/s400/Screenshot50.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225415411173739794" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Nicholas Regali:</b> Nice car. I remember when they had you banging around in a ten-year-old Impala. Now look at you. Mr Assistant Director.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Assistant Director Follmer:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>You got lucky. He has another suspect.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Nicholas Regali:</b> You came down here to tell me that?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Assistant Director Follmer:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>There's something I need to know. Were you in any way involved in the death of John Doggett's son?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Nicholas Regali:</b> Since when do you ask me questions?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Assistant Director Follmer:</b> Were you involved!<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Nicholas Regali:</b> Course not. What kind of guy do you think I am?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Assistant Director Follmer:</b> That's it, I'm done, Regali.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Nicholas Regali:</b> Done?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Assistant Director Follmer:</b> With you, with this, with this whole thing.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Nicholas Regali:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>And if I say no, what are you going to do? You know, if I'm you, right now I'm thinking <i>'I could pop this guy right here and who's going to know it's not self defence'</i>. Well, let me remind you, anything happens to me a videotape lands at the Washington Post showing a young Brad Follmer taking cash from yours truly to make an indictment go away. You're done when I say you're done.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIRoSgOfEUI/AAAAAAAAHlU/0s7Ze5WXofQ/s1600-h/Screenshot68.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIRoSgOfEUI/AAAAAAAAHlU/0s7Ze5WXofQ/s400/Screenshot68.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225416134754242882" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> It's all in there. How you defrauded the FBI with a false identity in order to gain admittance to the Academy. We know who you really are. We know about your history with schizophrenia. We know that you orchestrated this entire thing in order to get close to Agent Doggett.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Cadet Hayes:</b> I've been recognised, by Agent Doggett's ex-wife, who failed to identify Nicholas Regali in that same room yesterday.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Because Nicholas Regali did not kill Agent Doggett's son. You did.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Cadet Hayes:</b> That's one explanation.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> It's <b>the</b> explanation.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Cadet Hayes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>No.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Then what is? WHAT IS?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Cadet Hayes:</b> I told you before, Agent Doggett. I studied the photos of your son's death. They called to me. I don't know why, but it was a message, and I listened.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>And then you killed Agent Doggett's son.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Cadet Hayes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>I studied his case obsessively. I'm a schizophrenic. That's what schizophrenics do. Obsess. I watched Agent Doggett. I watched his ex-wife, too. She can't tell you how she recognises me, just that she does.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> You're a liar. You lied to the FBI. You're lying now.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Cadet Hayes:</b> Would you have listened to me otherwise? A mental patient with insight into your son's death? I wanted to get close to you, Agent Doggett. To help you.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> You gave me that tip. To find the woman's body in the wall.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Cadet Hayes:</b> Regali associated with the man who abducted your son. I called you so that you could catch him. I've received another message. I'd like to go back home now, to the institution.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIRo-7OLtfI/AAAAAAAAHlc/Cu9N1gYNEws/s1600-h/Screenshot74.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIRo-7OLtfI/AAAAAAAAHlc/Cu9N1gYNEws/s400/Screenshot74.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225416897914975730" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Nicholas Regali:</b> Well, well. It's the FBI agent.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> I'm not here as an FBI agent. I'm here as a father.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Nicholas Regali:</b> Whoa. What could that mean?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> I want to know what happened to my son.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Nicholas Regali:</b> I don't know who killed your son. But I like you, FBI. I really do. I'll tell you how it could have happened, hypothetically. Say there was this guy — a businessman. And say this businessman, in the course of doing business, has to associate with any number of thugs, sickos, perverts. Like Bob Harvey, for example. Say this Bob Harvey likes little boys. Yeah. Disgusting. Say one day, Bob Harvey sees a little boy riding a bike, and he can't stand it. He grabs the boy. So Harvey takes the boy back to his place only he doesn't tell the businessman what he's doing. So the businessman walks in on him. You see what I'm saying, FBI? The boy sees the businessman's face. The businessman who never did nothing to this little boy. That's a problem. Well... every problem has got a solution, right? <span style="font-style: italic;">(He walks out of the bar. Doggett follows him, but has only just stood up when a shot is heard outside. Nicholas Regali is dead, shot through the eye)</span><br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Woman:</b> Oh my god! He shot him! He just took out his gun and shot him!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIRpltX8RyI/AAAAAAAAHlk/HFXx_lDJvOI/s1600-h/Screenshot79.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIRpltX8RyI/AAAAAAAAHlk/HFXx_lDJvOI/s400/Screenshot79.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225417564212709154" border="0" /></a><span class="f-bold f-666">Episode Number: 199 <br />Season Number: 9 <br />First Aired: Sunday, May 5, 2002 <br />Production Code: 9X16<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You can rate this episode here:</span><br /></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08909082672994692941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138120172482108021.post-90026674961221316892008-07-20T12:09:00.015+02:002008-12-12T05:39:47.144+01:00Season 9: William (9X17)<div style="text-align: center;">Written by: Chris Carter<br />Directed by: David Duchovny<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIMPK5TPtWI/AAAAAAAAHhc/0cwMVfm1-UE/s1600-h/Screenshot33.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIMPK5TPtWI/AAAAAAAAHhc/0cwMVfm1-UE/s400/Screenshot33.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225036672534558050" border="0" /></a>At a remote farm house, a husband and wife eager to adopt meet with two social workers. The social workers introduce the couple to their new son: Baby William. Outside Scully's apartment, a figure with rasping breath watches from afar as Scully carries William into the apartment building.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIMPll09W4I/AAAAAAAAHhk/OrELR2BlQXk/s1600-h/Screenshot02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIMPll09W4I/AAAAAAAAHhk/OrELR2BlQXk/s400/Screenshot02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225037131163720578" border="0" /></a>Later, at the Bureau, Agent Doggett enters the darkened X-Files office, encountering The Breather. Doggett grabs his gun and orders the mysterious man to put his hands up. The Breather complies - and for the first time we get a look at his disfigured face. Scully is called to the office, where Doggett briefs her on the case. The Breather claims his name is Daniel Miller, and that he gained access to the building by using an access card Mulder gave to him. He also says he's searching for answers about his disfigurement, which he blames on the government's secret research.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIMP-9la-7I/AAAAAAAAHhs/4klx4ubCunI/s1600-h/Screenshot15.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIMP-9la-7I/AAAAAAAAHhs/4klx4ubCunI/s400/Screenshot15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225037567037733810" border="0" /></a>It becomes apparent that The Breather is intimately familiar with Mulder's life. He tells Scully that his scars are the result of being injected with an unknown substance. Meanwhile, Doggett has been unable to verify the man's identity and begins to suspect that he may in fact be Mulder. Scully refuses to believe this, and tells The Breather that the FBI knows his name isn't Daniel Miller. He confirms this is true - but refuses to divulge his real name. Scully runs a DNA test.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIMQi5CiFcI/AAAAAAAAHh0/gDR7tKRrnSE/s1600-h/Screenshot34.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIMQi5CiFcI/AAAAAAAAHh0/gDR7tKRrnSE/s400/Screenshot34.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225038184292947394" border="0" /></a>Later, The Breather claims his scars are the result of the government's failed attempt to turn him into an alien. He then tells the agents the files he was looking for were not in the X-Files office, and Scully admits that she removed them. Mulder knew this, casting doubt on Doggett's theory.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIMQ7g-7ofI/AAAAAAAAHh8/xWmZh-EOnUo/s1600-h/Screenshot36.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIMQ7g-7ofI/AAAAAAAAHh8/xWmZh-EOnUo/s400/Screenshot36.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225038607332123122" border="0" /></a>Scully, Reyes and The Breather make their way to Scully's apartment, where Scully lets him hold her baby. Doggett shows up with results from the DNA test proving that The Breather is Mulder, but Scully refuses to believe. The Breather sneaks into William's room and injects him with an unknown liquid. Later, Scully discovers a little blood on William's sheets and rushes him to a hospital, but doctors cannot find anything out of the ordinary.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIMRQGeRscI/AAAAAAAAHiE/AOHVYZrbOJc/s1600-h/Screenshot46.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIMRQGeRscI/AAAAAAAAHiE/AOHVYZrbOJc/s400/Screenshot46.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225038960993087938" border="0" /></a>Scully confronts The Breather, who reveals that he is Mulder's half-brother, Jeffrey Spender. He then explains that he injected William with a metallic liquid that turned off his alien qualities. As William is the one thing the aliens need, Spender achieved revenge against his father by transforming the child into a normal human being. He warns that as long as the aliens know where William lives, he will never be safe.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIMRn6g6SCI/AAAAAAAAHiM/XlGMLKFCjuc/s1600-h/Screenshot77.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIMRn6g6SCI/AAAAAAAAHiM/XlGMLKFCjuc/s400/Screenshot77.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225039370099771426" border="0" /></a>The scene returns to that of the opening. The husband hangs a hand-carved mobile over the baby's crib. After he leaves the room, William reaches up... but the mobile does not spin on its own.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIMR53A5uFI/AAAAAAAAHiU/mo2i28bHpqM/s1600-h/Screenshot79.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIMR53A5uFI/AAAAAAAAHiU/mo2i28bHpqM/s400/Screenshot79.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225039678397855826" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Notes:<br /></span>Although David Duchovny is uncredited in this episode, he is seen for a split second, by Scully when she is examining the disfigured man, soon to be named Jeffery Spender (Mulder's half-brother), when she looks in his eyes.<br /><br />Subtle hint that the Cigarette Smoking Man is still alive? Spender claims that he is seeking revenge on his father by depriving "them" of super-William: not something you typically do if the target of your revenge is...well, dead.<br /><br />Near the beginning, as Scully is in her car with William, she is singing "Joy to the World" to William, the same song she sang to Mulder while they were stuck in the forest in the Season 5 episode, <a href="http://in-the-x-i-believe.blogspot.com/2007/05/season-5-detour-5x04.html">''Detour''</a>.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIMSwB4w44I/AAAAAAAAHic/lMi8Jwxxmi8/s1600-h/Screenshot04.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIMSwB4w44I/AAAAAAAAHic/lMi8Jwxxmi8/s400/Screenshot04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225040609029448578" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Quotes:<br /></span><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> You won't talk to me. You going to talk to her, Mr Miller?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Jeffrey Spender:</b> If she'll help me and protect me.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> You better hope she's feeling more charitable than I am, partner. <span style="font-style: italic;">(Scully enters the room)</span> Agent Scully. He's under arrest for assaulting a federal officer. I've explained to him the penalties, but he still refuses a lawyer.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> How did he get in the building?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> We found a card key on him. Says it was given to him by Fox Mulder.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>His name is Miller?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Daniel Miller of Fredericksburg. He gave us an address, but we're still working on the confirmation.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> What are you doing here?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Jeffrey Spender:</b> I came here to find answers.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Answers to what?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Jeffrey Spender:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>To this. What they did to me.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> From your scarring, it appears that you've been burned. Are you claiming that someone burned you and that there is evidence here to incriminate them?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Jeffrey Spender:</b> According to Fox Mulder, the men who did this are part of a government conspiracy.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Go on.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Jeffrey Spender:</b> You know who these men are.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Did Mulder tell you that, too? When?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Jeffrey Spender:</b> If I were to tell you that, you might use the information to find him. Mulder doesn't want to be found.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> When I searched him I found those X-Files stuffed inside his clothes. <span style="font-style: italic;">(Scully pulls out a photo)</span> You know who that is?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> It's his sister.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Whose?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Jeffrey Spender:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Mulder's. She was abducted from her home when she was a little girl — part of this same government conspiracy.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> You seem to know a lot, Mr Miller. It gives an impression either that you are telling the truth or you just want us to believe that you are.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Jeffrey Spender:</b> If I thought you'd believe me, I wouldn't have snuck in here.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Agent Doggett. Would you please arrange the transfer of this man to Quantico? I'd like to personally examine his injuries.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIMT708l_PI/AAAAAAAAHik/4Xf4rrV6vjs/s1600-h/Screenshot17.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIMT708l_PI/AAAAAAAAHik/4Xf4rrV6vjs/s400/Screenshot17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225041911225908466" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>You came here looking for something. What is it that you hope to find?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Jeffrey Spender:</b> I didn't find it.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> You stole several files pertaining to the 1973 abduction of Mulder's sister. But yet you say there's danger to your life right now.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Jeffrey Spender:</b> The conspiracy to keep the truth about aliens from the American public all but destroyed a few years ago, has given rise to a new conspiracy in the government now, by men who are alien themselves.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> And what does this have to do with you?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Jeffrey Spender:</b> What you can see they did to me, was a failed attempt to turn me into one of these alien men. I was a guinea pig — a test subject. And now I want to expose their evil plans.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> What plans are those?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Jeffrey Spender:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>To do this to you... to everyone. Mulder said there were files here — cases like mine. He gave me names and case numbers, but I don't see them. They're not here. Someone's already removed them.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Yes.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> Who?<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIMWDFWBTYI/AAAAAAAAHis/AqWpy3lr45s/s1600-h/Screenshot41.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIMWDFWBTYI/AAAAAAAAHis/AqWpy3lr45s/s400/Screenshot41.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225044234909863298" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Assistant Director. You said you've spoken to the lab.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> I got some advance info on the exam that Scully performed on the man.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> What?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> The blood type matches Mulder's, but there are aspects of the physiology that aren't a match.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Such as?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> Well, the body mass, of course. He's shorter and weighs considerably less than Mulder did.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>You haven't seen this guy — what they've done to him. They way he's twisted, he's like an old man. He could be a hundred years old.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Yeah, I'm just relaying the facts. And the fact is, he's not a hundred years old, is he? Not the way he attacked you. Well, whoever he is, he wants something.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> He says he wants revenge, against the people that burned him. And Mulder directed him to the place where he could find the files and the people who did it.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>That doesn't make any sense. Mulder knows those files inside out. Why would he direct him? Why not just tell him? <span style="font-style: italic;">(answering phone)</span> Skinner. Yeah. You're sure about that? All right. <span style="font-style: italic;">(He hangs up)</span><br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> What?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>That was the lab. They were able to rush the PCR test and they came up with a definitive DNA result.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIMWzh23DTI/AAAAAAAAHi0/BZBBCZDJ81g/s1600-h/Screenshot53.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIMWzh23DTI/AAAAAAAAHi0/BZBBCZDJ81g/s400/Screenshot53.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225045067197517106" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> It's all been a good act.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Jeffrey Spender:</b> I don't know what you mean.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> I think you do. You knew those files were here. You just pretended not to, so that I'd bring you here to see William.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Jeffrey Spender:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>No.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> I want the truth from you.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Jeffrey Spender:</b> What truth?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>The truth that you won't speak.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Jeffrey Spender:</b> I want the same truth you do.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Don't do this to me. Not you.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Jeffrey Spender:</b> I didn't come here to upset you. I didn't plan on being caught. I know you must have a hard life living alone raising a son not knowing whether you'll see Mulder again.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> How do you know my life?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Jeffrey Spender:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>I know what Mulder knows. I know they used you to create the child. I know they continue to use you to take care of it and raise it.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> What are you saying?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Jeffrey Spender:</b> You know what I'm saying. Your son — your child is part alien.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Just tell me who you are. Come on, just say your name. Say it! Just say it!<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> Agent Scully...<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> (to Reyes)</span> Could you please leave? And close the door?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> (to Jeffrey Spender)</span> Can you step out, please?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>This was a private conversation.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> I understand. I'm sorry. <span style="font-style: italic;">(Jeffrey Spender leaves)</span><br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Do you know who that man is?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> Yes, I do.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Agent Scully...<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>What is this? What?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> We got DNA results. A positive ID.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> It's not him. He wouldn't say these things.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> The DNA's a match to Fox Mulder's.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> It's not him.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIMYDjuEm2I/AAAAAAAAHi8/2WN_rpzH6xk/s1600-h/Screenshot61.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIMYDjuEm2I/AAAAAAAAHi8/2WN_rpzH6xk/s400/Screenshot61.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225046442087062370" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> Here she comes.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> How is he? Is he all right?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Dr Edwards:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>He's good. He's doing fine.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Oh, god.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> Can she see him?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Dr Edwards:</b> We have him in step down right now as a precaution, but I think he'll be going home in no time.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> What did you find?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Dr Edwards:</b> Nothing.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> How could you find nothing? There would have to be something.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Dr Edwards:</b> There's some slight bruising on the head where something clearly broke the skin, but... he's fine.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> What about a tox screen?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Dr Edwards:</b> There's an elevated amount of iron in his blood, but other than that, your son is completely normal.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> That doesn't make sense.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>No... I think it does. It makes perfect sense now.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIMYzdtmA8I/AAAAAAAAHjE/LXQPVzZ8nPI/s1600-h/Screenshot67.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIMYzdtmA8I/AAAAAAAAHjE/LXQPVzZ8nPI/s400/Screenshot67.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225047265108165570" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Jeffrey Spender:</b> You're wrong about that. When I look in the mirror I see something much different than the world sees. He could destroy my face and my dignity when he shot me in that office... but he couldn't destroy the one thing I love most — my hatred of him.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Your cigarette-smoking, son of a bitch of a father.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Jeffrey Spender:</b> And Mulder's.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>You counted on the DNA... that we'd buy it without question and not look any further. DNA's what Mulder shared with Jeffrey Spender.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Jeffrey Spender:</b> Ah. Half brothers raised apart — that's about all that Mulder and I ever shared.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> You haven't seen Mulder, have you? You haven't even talked to him. So, getting caught at the FBI... winning our trust was all towards one thing. It was only to get to William.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Jeffrey Spender:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Sitting here, you'd wish me dead. Shortly, I'll do you the favour.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> I had this checked. It's an unknown metal, that you injected into my son.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Jeffrey Spender:</b> It's a form of magnetite. A gift.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><i>'A gift'</i>?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Jeffrey Spender:</b> Having failed as a conspirator to control alien colonisation, my father wanted nothing more than to see the world fail, too.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>So what, you've prevented it now? You've... prevented alien colonisation by injecting this metal into my son?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Jeffrey Spender:</b> Your son is the one thing the aliens need. I took revenge on my father by taking William away from them.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>So, he's all right now? I mean, just like that? <span style="font-style: italic;">(Jeffrey Spender nods)</span> So it's over. They'll let him be.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Jeffrey Spender:</b> It'll never be over. They'll always know what he was. They'll never accept what he is.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Well, I can protect him.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Jeffrey Spender:</b> And if you can't? Look at me... what they did. Is this what you want for your son?<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIMZ3k0ehsI/AAAAAAAAHjM/v1UxnQZPq1w/s1600-h/Screenshot73.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIMZ3k0ehsI/AAAAAAAAHjM/v1UxnQZPq1w/s400/Screenshot73.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225048435247187650" border="0" /></a><span class="f-bold f-666">Episode Number: 198 <br />Season Number: 9 <br />First Aired: Sunday, April 28, 2002 <br />Production Code: 9X17<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="f-bold f-666" style="font-size:85%;">You can rate this episode here:</span><br /></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08909082672994692941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138120172482108021.post-83111589831135114142008-07-19T17:59:00.016+02:002008-12-12T05:39:50.465+01:00Season 9: Jump the Shark (9X15)<div style="text-align: center;">Written by: Vince Gilligan, John Shiban & Frank Spotnitz<br />Directed by: Clifford Bole<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIIQTc05GiI/AAAAAAAAHfk/6nq6mlO-S-g/s1600-h/Screenshot11.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIIQTc05GiI/AAAAAAAAHfk/6nq6mlO-S-g/s400/Screenshot11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224756444044794402" border="0" /></a>Morris Fletcher charms a beautiful, silly woman aboard a yacht in the Caribbean, pulling at the knot securing her bikini top. Suddenly, three Bahamian men board Morris' boat, abduct the girl and set fire to the boat. Morris dives into the water moments before a massive explosion destroys the craft. Fluttering down in the debris are schematics for a flying saucer.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIIQif9tDjI/AAAAAAAAHfs/diOyCtudPGk/s1600-h/Screenshot24.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIIQif9tDjI/AAAAAAAAHfs/diOyCtudPGk/s400/Screenshot24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224756702585097778" border="0" /></a>The Coast Guard rescues Morris, who requests Reyes and Doggett's presence. Morris claims to have been freelancing for a foreign billionaire, after convincing him that the Air Force lost a UFO over the Bermuda Triangle. In reality, Morris was only interested in cruising the Bahamas. The agents don't believe his story and begin to leave, but when Morris claims to have information about a female super soldier, they grow more interested.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIIQ16k86_I/AAAAAAAAHf0/eplO-v72H3o/s1600-h/Screenshot28.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIIQ16k86_I/AAAAAAAAHf0/eplO-v72H3o/s400/Screenshot28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224757036146551794" border="0" /></a>Reyes and Doggett show up at the Lone Gunmen offices with a photograph of Morris' alleged super soldier. The stunned Gunmen immediately identify her as Yves Adele Harlow, a fellow hacker who disappeared a year earlier, and refuse to believe the tale about her being a super soldier. They are outraged when they realize Morris - a scam artist who used them to track down Yves once before - is behind it all. But Reyes and Doggett are less reluctant to dismiss Morris' story.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIIRGlL9AaI/AAAAAAAAHf8/OFf0nEIqAJ0/s1600-h/Screenshot31.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIIRGlL9AaI/AAAAAAAAHf8/OFf0nEIqAJ0/s400/Screenshot31.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224757322462331298" border="0" /></a>Meanwhile, Yves enters the office of biology professor Houghton, fires a futuristic-looking pistol at him, then disappears out a window. A college administrator finds Houghton's body, a gaping wound across the middle of Houghton's chest. Yves uses a furnace to incinerate an unidentified human organ vacuum-packed in plastic. Tipped off by Jimmy Bond, the agents speak with the college administrator, John Gillnitz. He explains that Houghton was a marine immunologist experimenting with the remarkable immune system of sharks.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIIRfL5yzrI/AAAAAAAAHgE/vHtGrPF7MYA/s1600-h/Screenshot39.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIIRfL5yzrI/AAAAAAAAHgE/vHtGrPF7MYA/s400/Screenshot39.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224757745172008626" border="0" /></a>A medical examiner tells Reyes and Doggett that he discovered some type of cartilage grafted into Houghton's body. With Kimmy the Geek's help, the Gunmen locate Yves inside a hotel, apparently stalking a bald man. The Gunmen rush into the man's room, alerting the apparent victim, who rushes outside and escapes. The Gunmen handcuff Yves, only to be told that she's no super soldier, and unless she's allowed to finish what she started, innocent people will die.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIIR0uc4XEI/AAAAAAAAHgM/TyKQtcXTk-I/s1600-h/Screenshot57.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIIR0uc4XEI/AAAAAAAAHgM/TyKQtcXTk-I/s400/Screenshot57.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224758115223231554" border="0" /></a>The Gunmen realise that Morris is wearing a homing device, which he planned on activating once he found Yves - who he was out to find from the very beginning, at the behest of Yves' father, an international arms dealer and "scum of the earth." Yves explains that the man she killed was a terrorist whose research was funded by her father. Houghton had developed a means of keeping himself alive after having been infected with an engineered virus. Only one other such terrorist remains alive - the bald man Yves tried to kill. Carried within him is a virus-filled vessel which will decay at precisely eight o'clock that evening.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIISMAPkvQI/AAAAAAAAHgU/yv7XNJuLoyE/s1600-h/Screenshot64.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIISMAPkvQI/AAAAAAAAHgU/yv7XNJuLoyE/s400/Screenshot64.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224758515136249090" border="0" /></a>The Gunmen are able to determine where the bald man is headed, but once captured extensive medical testing can find no sign of a virus-carrying vessel within his body. Morris realizes that the bald man is a decoy, leading Yves to conclude that the other man carrying the virus is John Gillnitz, who is about to attend an international bioethics forum at eight o'clock that evening. She, Jimmy and the Gunmen race to the forum with only minutes to spare. Jimmy calls out Gillnitz's name, causing him to leave his seat and make his way to a far exit. The Gunmen and the others give chase. With only a couple of minutes to go before the virus breaks out, the Lone Gunmen corner Gillnitz in a room. Realising that there's not enough time to remove the vessel, they pull the fire alarm, so sealing the room and sacrificing themselves.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIISg4lvGCI/AAAAAAAAHgc/LVsDL72jLmc/s1600-h/Screenshot68.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIISg4lvGCI/AAAAAAAAHgc/LVsDL72jLmc/s400/Screenshot68.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224758873858971682" border="0" /></a>The episode ends with Scully, Reyes, Doggett, Skinner, Morris and Kimmer standing in Arlington Cemetery at the funeral of the Lone Gunmen. Scully says that world was a better place for them having been in it.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIISyWQv5fI/AAAAAAAAHgk/NmM8QCKUddo/s1600-h/Screenshot73.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIISyWQv5fI/AAAAAAAAHgk/NmM8QCKUddo/s400/Screenshot73.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224759173881783794" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Notes:<br /></span>The phrase Jump the Shark comes from the episode of ''Happy Days'' where Fonzie literally jumped over a shark on water skis which was considered "the end of Happy Days".<br /><br />This is the last episode written by John Shiban. He wrote 24 of the 202 X Files episodes.<br /><br />Writer Thomas Schnauz (who gave us <a href="http://in-the-x-i-believe.blogspot.com/2008/07/season-9-lord-of-flies-9x06.html">''Lord of the Flies''</a> and <a href="http://in-the-x-i-believe.blogspot.com/2008/07/season-9-scary-monsters-9x12.html">''Scary Monsters''</a>) portrayed the 'Speaker' in this episode.<br /><br />Although they are billed in the main opening credits, Gillian Anderson and Mitch Pileggi only make a brief appearance at the end of the episode.<br /><br />This episode marks the deaths of the three Lone Gunmen, effectively making the cancellation of the ''Lone Gunmen'' spin-off permanent.<br /><br />This marks the reunion of writers Gilligan, Shiban and Spotnitz, who together have written some of the most memorable X-Files stories and are also co-creators of the short lived Lone Gunmen series. Their first episode was season 4's <a href="http://in-the-x-i-believe.blogspot.com/2007/05/season-4-leonard-betts-4x14.html">''Leonard Betts''</a>, and the trio took a short sabbatical to work on TLG after season 7's <a href="http://in-the-x-i-believe.blogspot.com/2007/09/season-7-theef-7x14.html">''Theef''</a>.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Quotes:<br /></span><b style="font-style: italic;"><b>Morris Fletcher:</b> </b><span style="font-style: italic;">(voiceover)</span> Once upon a time, there were three... how should I put this... geeks. Three more unlikely heroes... there never were. It wasn't long before their naiveté nearly got them killed. Until they hooked up with an FBI agent... And began publishing a — what shall I call it — 'rag' called 'The Lone Gunman'. From their cramped basement office they pointed fingers at powerful, evil forces... And some not so evil. In their own unique way, the three gunmen were patriots, fighting the good fight. And provided... expertise for their friends at the FBI. For a brief time it looked as if they might actually make a difference in this cold, cruel world. They acquired an intern who believed in their cause. And a powerful, beautiful nemesis... who became an ally. But the world is not kind to idealists... and those who fight the 'Good Fight' don't always win.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIIU7UWUtuI/AAAAAAAAHgs/fkPZ_ZjNhvw/s1600-h/Screenshot22.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIIU7UWUtuI/AAAAAAAAHgs/fkPZ_ZjNhvw/s400/Screenshot22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224761527010375394" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Morris Fletcher?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Morris Fletcher:</b> Finally. What took you so long? You must be Reyes. Enchanté.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Yeah. Mr Fletcher we've been told you requested us by name. We're very curious about that.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Morris Fletcher:</b> Well, you two head the FBI's X-Files unit, do you not? I thought you'd appreciate what I have to offer.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Which is?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Morris Fletcher:</b> You have no idea who you're sitting here with, do you?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>A guy who's up fudge creek for violating the federal secrets act. How's that for starters?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Morris Fletcher:</b> Look, I've got top security clearance. I'm supposed to check in every month with my former employer. So I skipped a few phone calls. Big deal. Let me give you a hint. I used to work at Groom Lake, Nevada. Area 51. I was a man in black! <b>The</b> men in black. What, you've never heard of us?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>I saw the movie.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Morris Fletcher:</b> Yeah, well... there were a lot of technical inaccuracies in that thing. Anyway, I'm ready to make a deal.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> What deal would that be?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Morris Fletcher:</b> The one that saves my furry pink ass. People are trying to kill me. Did you hear about my boat?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> Yeah, your female companion told us what she witnessed.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Morris Fletcher:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>My female...? Oh, you mean they didn't kill...<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> ...Brittany?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Morris Fletcher:</b> Brittany. Well, thank god she's still alive. Look, I need protection. I need to get out of here. You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours. I can give you guys the keys to the kingdom. UFOs, aliens the whole fifty-year cover-up. I was there for all of it.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Tell me, Mr Fletcher... these documents of yours... are they indicative of the kind of secrets you can reveal to us?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Morris Fletcher:</b> Honey... they're just the tip of the iceberg.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> (Reyes reveals the schematics rescued from the remains of Morris Fletcher's boat)</span><br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>This is the Jupiter 2 from <i>'Lost In Space'</i>.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Morris Fletcher:</b> Okay, yeah, those are BS... But only those! See, I was freelancing for this foreign billionaire. I told him the air force lost a flying saucer in the Bermuda Triangle and that I could recover it for him. I just wanted to cruise the Bahamas. I never would've given him the real thing. That would be un-American.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Coming out.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Morris Fletcher:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Well, he found out about it. Now he wants to kill me. I need protection... Super soldiers!<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>What do you know about super soldiers?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Morris Fletcher:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>A bit. It may be... there's one I can help you lay your hands on.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>This super soldier... he have a name?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Morris Fletcher:</b> Not <i>'he'</i>... <i>'she'</i>.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIIV4L4bitI/AAAAAAAAHg0/7ayBz6TXxbQ/s1600-h/Screenshot30.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIIV4L4bitI/AAAAAAAAHg0/7ayBz6TXxbQ/s400/Screenshot30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224762572709530322" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Kimmy the Geek:</b> This is a computer, Langly. Com-pu-ter. Step away before you embarrass yourself.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Langly:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Always a pleasure, Kimmy.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Kimmy the Geek:</b> Yeah, yeah. So, then, how do you wish to partake of my hacking genius?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Frohike:</b> Thanks to Jimmy, we know Yves real name.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Morris Fletcher:</b> Hey, I told you before he did.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Langly:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Jimmy also told us what kind of car she's driving. Silver X5 with New York plates.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Kimmy the Geek:</b> Really? Way to go, Special Ed.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Byers:</b> The New Jersey turnpike has video cameras at every tollbooth. Langly hacked the system and spotted her southbound at Newark.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Kimmy the Geek:</b> Somewhat creative.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Langly:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>We spotted her again going through the Fort McHenry Tunnel. She passed through not 20 minutes ago.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Byers:</b> We're betting she's headed for DC. We're going to try to intercept her with your help.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Frohike:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Think you might find a military satellite you could piggyback — give us a bird's-eye view of the beltway?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Kimmy the Geek:</b> Intriguing. Stand aside, ladies.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Frohike:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>We'll be on the cell.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Morris Fletcher:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>I got shotgun.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Langly:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Dream on. You're staying here.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> (Byers pulls Jimmy aside)</span><br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Byers:</b> We need somebody we can trust keeping an eye on Fletcher.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Jimmy:</b> I'm on it. <span style="font-style: italic;">(Byers leaves with Frohike and Langly)</span><br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Morris Fletcher:</b> So, how'd you like Malta?<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIIXDwkNbLI/AAAAAAAAHg8/gzifbRCLzg8/s1600-h/Screenshot55.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIIXDwkNbLI/AAAAAAAAHg8/gzifbRCLzg8/s400/Screenshot55.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224763871047019698" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Jimmy:</b> Byers! Frohike! Langly! Yves, come here. Guys! Guys!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> (John Gillnitz is on the floor having a seizure. His body spasms uncontrollably and pink glowing liquid drips from his mouth and his chest)</span><br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Jimmy:</b> Oh, god. No.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Byers:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Don't, Jimmy.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Yves:</b> Jimmy, don't. It's airtight. They're already exposed.<b><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Jimmy:</span></b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>No, guys. <span style="font-style: italic;">(He places his hand against the glass. Byers puts his hand against it on his side... Langly places his hand over Byers... Frohike places his hand over Langly's)</span><br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Frohike:</b> Buddy, fight the good fight.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Langly:</b> Both of you.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Byers:</b> Never give up.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIIX366WkuI/AAAAAAAAHhE/6A7MWfViCsI/s1600-h/Screenshot69.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIIX366WkuI/AAAAAAAAHhE/6A7MWfViCsI/s400/Screenshot69.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224764767177446114" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Kimmy the Geek:</b> Vaya con dios, amigos. (He touches each of the coffins and leaves)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Arlington. You must've pulled some big strings to get those guys in here.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> It's the least I could do.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Are we ready?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Yeah.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Dana...<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> I'll catch up. <span style="font-style: italic;">(Skinner leaves with Doggett and Reyes)</span> They meant so much to me. I'm not sure if they ever really knew.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Jimmy:</b> Nobody knew... what heroes they were.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Yves:</b> It's not right. It's not.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Morris Fletcher:</b> No, it's not. Langly said to me; the ones who never give up, they never die. I still don't know what that means.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>It means that like everyone buried here, the world is a better place for them having been in it. It means that they're gone, but they live on through us all.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIIYfISqXII/AAAAAAAAHhM/jkoOwVVxWz8/s1600-h/Screenshot72.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIIYfISqXII/AAAAAAAAHhM/jkoOwVVxWz8/s400/Screenshot72.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224765440783965314" border="0" /></a><span class="f-bold f-666">Episode Number: 197 <br />Season Number: 9 <br />First Aired: Sunday, April 21, 2002 <br />Production Code: 9X15<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="f-bold f-666" style="font-size:85%;">You can rate this episode here:</span><br /></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08909082672994692941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138120172482108021.post-49849246533290896182008-07-19T13:13:00.017+02:002008-12-12T05:39:53.714+01:00Season 9: Scary Monsters (9X12)<div style="text-align: center;">Written by: Thomas Schnauz<br />Directed by: Dwight Little<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIHM_-QGwPI/AAAAAAAAHdc/Cp3Av74EvFI/s1600-h/Screenshot67.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIHM_-QGwPI/AAAAAAAAHdc/Cp3Av74EvFI/s400/Screenshot67.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224682442140860658" border="0" /></a>Inside his bedroom, a little boy, Tommy Conlon, hears a scratching sound coming from beneath his bed. He calls to his father, Jeffrey, and tells him about something he saw reflected in the bedroom mirror, but Jeffrey dismisses it as a figment of his imagination. He leaves the room... and holds the door shut as Tommy screams for help.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIHNfVQIE_I/AAAAAAAAHdk/GCXS6SmO-Ak/s1600-h/Screenshot00.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIHNfVQIE_I/AAAAAAAAHdk/GCXS6SmO-Ak/s400/Screenshot00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224682980890907634" border="0" /></a>Back at Quantico, overeager young FBI accountant Agent Leyla Harrison shows Scully a photograph of a 30-something woman who stabbed herself to death with a pair of scissors. The woman's son, Tommy Conlin, told investigators that a monster took over his mother, and that his father knows all about it. He also claimed that the same creature killed Spanky, the family cat. Tommy and his father have since moved to a remote Pennsylvanian mountaintop.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIHN0nRLWtI/AAAAAAAAHds/68ONuVGaaUk/s1600-h/Screenshot11.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIHN0nRLWtI/AAAAAAAAHds/68ONuVGaaUk/s400/Screenshot11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224683346504407762" border="0" /></a>Scully dismisses Leyla's fears that the supernatural is somehow involved, but Leyla convinces Doggett and Reyes that the boy's life is in danger, and the threesome head for Pennsylvania. On arrival they speak with Jeffrey Conlon, who seems to have been burying something. After speaking with Tommy, Doggett and Reyes conclude that something is amiss - then blood spits out of the dashboard of Doggett's car as he tries to start it.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIHOHiN00nI/AAAAAAAAHd0/h6TD01U2J3M/s1600-h/Screenshot25.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIHOHiN00nI/AAAAAAAAHd0/h6TD01U2J3M/s400/Screenshot25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224683671565685362" border="0" /></a>Back at her apartment, Scully is approached by Gabe Rotter, a friend of Leyla's, who produces a box containing Spanky's corpse. He explains that Leyla said she would go out with him only if he gave it to Scully, who is understandably repulsed, until something catches her eye.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIHOc2muZQI/AAAAAAAAHd8/mtGi5V6Ybjs/s1600-h/Screenshot35.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIHOc2muZQI/AAAAAAAAHd8/mtGi5V6Ybjs/s400/Screenshot35.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224684037816083714" border="0" /></a>Stranded in Pennsylvania, Doggett, Reyes and Leyla hear Tommy cry for help. Doggett and Reyes run to the boy's room, pushing Jeffery aside. Inside they discover two creatures resembling giant deformed earwigs. Doggett draws his gun and opens fire, blasting a creature in two, but it regenerates into two new monsters which disappear beneath the wall molding.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIHO0q_d_zI/AAAAAAAAHeE/1AK3emcON3o/s1600-h/Screenshot37.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIHO0q_d_zI/AAAAAAAAHeE/1AK3emcON3o/s400/Screenshot37.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224684447015501618" border="0" /></a>After an autopsy on Spanky, Scully concludes that it chewed a hole in its own stomach. She notes the similarity to the way Mrs Conlon stabbed herself to death. She also discovers a strange cavity, as if something had lived inside the cat.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIHPHDGkmsI/AAAAAAAAHeM/owWPDJvspw0/s1600-h/Screenshot45.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIHPHDGkmsI/AAAAAAAAHeM/owWPDJvspw0/s400/Screenshot45.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224684762725391042" border="0" /></a>Doggett digs up bits of mirror in the area where Jeffrey buried something. Jeffrey explains that his son was afraid of the mirror. Suddenly, Coogan, the local Sheriff, alerted by a call from Scully, pounds on the front door. When Doggett answers, Coogan tells him it's too cold to leave. Jeffrey Conlon warns that the man standing in front of Doggett is not the sheriff. Coogan suddenly draws his gun and aims at Conlon. A scuffle ensues, Doggett hits Coogan in the ribs... puncturing his chest.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIHPlf7yI2I/AAAAAAAAHeU/yPMphJSvBWI/s1600-h/Screenshot55.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIHPlf7yI2I/AAAAAAAAHeU/yPMphJSvBWI/s400/Screenshot55.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224685285860844386" border="0" /></a>Reyes pushes a wooden spoon into the sheriff's body, finding no organs inside. A little later, Tommy shows Reyes a bunch of drawings he made of the earwig creatures, the sheriff holding a gun... and of a screaming Reyes with a creature exploding out of her stomach.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIHP6bQHkDI/AAAAAAAAHec/s--u_ST_dMI/s1600-h/Screenshot76.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIHP6bQHkDI/AAAAAAAAHec/s--u_ST_dMI/s400/Screenshot76.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224685645381210162" border="0" /></a>The sheriff's body suddenly disappears, and Reyes cries out for help, a bulge appearing in her stomach. Trying to confront Tommy, Doggett tumbles through a seemingly infinite blackness after breaking down a door in search of him. When he lands, dozens of the earwig creatures attack him. Conlon makes his way to his son's room, where Doggett appears and explains that the strange events surrounding the agents must mean that is that everything is imaginary. Conlon's wife stabbed herself because she believed the creatures were real.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIHQTORXX1I/AAAAAAAAHek/7wJZnV5pLf8/s1600-h/Screenshot82.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIHQTORXX1I/AAAAAAAAHek/7wJZnV5pLf8/s400/Screenshot82.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224686071393509202" border="0" /></a>Doggett realizes that the only way to save Reyes and Leyla is to beat the little boy at his own game. He splashes gasoline around the house, as Tommy watches. Tommy exclaims that Doggett wouldn't dare to light a match. But Doggett does, and drops it into a pool of gasoline, which ignites. Suddenly, both Reyes and Leyla return to normal. Doggett picks up Tommy, whose clothes are smoldering. He explains that he played upon the little boy's imagination by using water instead of gasoline. Later, Tommy is transported to a psychiatric facility, where his mind is busied with television.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIHQnaC8vlI/AAAAAAAAHes/a65Yq7C40W8/s1600-h/Screenshot94.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIHQnaC8vlI/AAAAAAAAHes/a65Yq7C40W8/s400/Screenshot94.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224686418151652946" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Notes:<br /></span>Jolie Jenkins makes her second appearance on The X-Files on this episode. Her premiere was in <a href="http://in-the-x-i-believe.blogspot.com/2008/06/season-8-alone-8x19.html">"Alone"</a> in the 8th season. She plays an agent that is obsessed with the X-Files, Mulder and Scully.<br /><br />In this episode we find Tommy uttering the famous phrase "I made this" while showing a drawing he made to Reyes. This is also the phrase spoken over the TenThirteen logo after the credits on every X Files episode.<br /><br />While Scully was doing an necropsy on "Spanky", Tommy's rotting pet cat, her apron clearly sports the words "something smells goooood!"<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Quotes:<br /></span><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Harrison:</b> Agent Scully...<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Leyla Harrison. What a surprise.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Harrison:</b> Oh, good. I was afraid I should have made a call first. How have you been?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Oh... busy. And yourself?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Harrison:</b> I'm back in accounting now. Happily, mind you. No regrets. Although I did relish my big adventure on the X-Files unit last year.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> I have about five minutes before my next class. Can we talk while I eat?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Harrison:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Not a problem. <span style="font-style: italic;">(She opens a file containing a photo of a dead woman covered in blood)</span> It's an X-File. I'm sure of it.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Where'd you get this?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Harrison:</b> It all started when I tracked down a mileage discrepancy in the bureau's vehicle fleet. It turns out a really nice secretary from our Baltimore field office had used a Ford Taurus without authorisation.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> And what does that have to do with...?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Harrison:</b> Well, she was desperate to visit her grandson which is why she borrowed the car. She's the one who told me about this case. This was her daughter.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> And what makes you think this is an X-File?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Harrison:</b> Well, this dead woman's son — my friend's grandson — this is Tommy Conlon. Tommy is eight years old. And Tommy told her a monster killed his mother. And his father knows all about it. I know, I know. Why take the word of an eight-year-old? But... look at the autopsy report. Clearly this woman was murdered, and yet...<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> ...and yet the coroner concludes that she stabbed herself to death. Agent Harrison, I see no reason to disagree with the coroner.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Harrison:</b> But... I mean, how could someone stab themselves sixteen times?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Look, it is unusual but I have seen it before.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Harrison:</b> Tommy's father took the boy to some mountaintop in Pennsylvania, in the middle of nowhere. He took him away from his friends — his family. They don't even have a phone. Tommy's own grandmother isn't allowed to see him any more.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> I'm sorry, Agent Harrison but unless you have other evidence...<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Harrison:</b> Wait, wait. Tommy said that the same monster that killed his mother killed Spanky, his pet cat.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Unless you bring me Spanky, there's nothing I can do. <span style="font-style: italic;">(The class bell rings, she re-wraps her uneaten lunch and hands the sandwich to Agent Harrison)</span> Apple and tuna salad?<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIHSNzD86YI/AAAAAAAAHe0/RRXJG6sYKU4/s1600-h/Screenshot08.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIHSNzD86YI/AAAAAAAAHe0/RRXJG6sYKU4/s400/Screenshot08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224688177213401474" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Who is it?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Gabe Rotter:</b> It's Gabe Rotter. I have the thing you've been waiting for.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Who?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Gabe Rotter:</b> Gabe... Rotter. I'm a friend of Leyla Harrison.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Do you know what time it is?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Gabe Rotter:</b> Hey, I just do as I'm told. Enjoy. <span style="font-style: italic;">(He holds out a small dirty box, Scully recoils from the stench)</span><br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Whoa. What the hell is that?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Gabe Rotter:</b> A dead cat.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Come again?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Gabe Rotter:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Yeah, his name's Spanky. Leyla said you're helping her out on a case and you needed it ASAP, so... hey, you're welcome.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>I am going to be exceptionally polite. Leave. Now. Leave now and take that with you. <span style="font-style: italic;">(Gabe Rotter and his box of dead cat enter the apartment)</span><br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Gabe Rotter:</b> Do you have any idea what I went through to get this thing? I snuck onto the property where your perp there used to live and I dug up the whole thing looking for it.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> I don't care. Leave! Now! Please!<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Gabe Rotter:</b> Uh-uh. Leyla said she'd go out with me only if I got you the cat, and damn it, I got it.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Oh, god... <span style="font-style: italic;">(Gabe Rotter opens the box, Scully covers her mouth from the stench. Something about the cat catches her attention and she starts to make a phone call)</span><br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Gabe Rotter:</b> You calling the cops on me?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> If only. God help me, but Agent Harrison might be on to something after all.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIHTPzDNa8I/AAAAAAAAHe8/BTJgcv-YU_4/s1600-h/Screenshot30.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIHTPzDNa8I/AAAAAAAAHe8/BTJgcv-YU_4/s400/Screenshot30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224689311081655234" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">(Gabe Rotter is holding Mulder's badge)</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Gabe Rotter:</b> So, this is Johnny Fabulous, huh? <span style="font-style: italic;">(Scully takes the badge away from him)</span> Oh... <i>'Mulder's so smart. Mulder's so dreamy'</i>. That's all Leyla ever talks about. Mulder and Scully, Scully and Mulder, blah, blah, blah.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> This Sheriff, Jack Coogan, I'm just getting his answering machine.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Gabe Rotter:</b> Hey, you're really worried. I thought you didn't find anything. You told me there wasn't anything inside that cat.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>No, there wasn't. But it certainly seems like there should have been.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Gabe Rotter:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>What does that mean?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Well, the pattern of bite marks. I mean, it seems to me that the cat was trying to get at something in its stomach, to chew something out.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Gabe Rotter:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Something. What?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>I don't know. I mean, there wasn't any sign of it, but it obviously caused a great deal of pain. And I'm thinking maybe it goes the same for the woman who tried to stab herself. I mean, what if that was a frantic attempt to... to cut something out.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Gabe Rotter:</b> Wait a minute. Is Leyla in danger up there?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> All I know is we're wasting our time talking about this.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Gabe Rotter:</b> Who are you calling now?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> My mom. I'm going to beg her to baby-sit.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIHURzpExRI/AAAAAAAAHfE/d2zf0HPaPZQ/s1600-h/Screenshot56.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIHURzpExRI/AAAAAAAAHfE/d2zf0HPaPZQ/s400/Screenshot56.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224690445111837970" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Tommy Conlon:</b> I made this.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> You drew all of these? <span style="font-style: italic;">(Among the collection is a picture is of two earwigs and picture of a dark-haired woman wearing black with an earwig in her abdomen)</span><br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Tommy Conlon:</b> This one's you.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Why would you draw this, Tommy? Why would you imagine such awful things?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Tommy Conlon:</b> Because I'm afraid.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIHUy3EY34I/AAAAAAAAHfM/aO9H_7wnRm8/s1600-h/Screenshot69.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIHUy3EY34I/AAAAAAAAHfM/aO9H_7wnRm8/s400/Screenshot69.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224691012967391106" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Gabe Rotter:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> (reading)</span> <i>'I want to believe.'</i> Huh? So, this is where the magic happened?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Harrison:</b> It still happens. I'm happy it's in good hands.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> Hey.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Speak of the devil.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> That so?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Gabe Rotter:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Leyla keeps going on and on about how you saved the day.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Harrison:</b> I really do have to commend you, Agent Doggett. You solved this case. If it weren't for you... I don't even like to think what would have happened. I have to say, it's clear to me now that you were better-equipped for this challenge than even Agent Mulder would have been. I mean your lack of imagination saved our lives.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Gee, thanks.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Harrison:</b> That... didn't come out right. Did it?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> So, any news on the boy?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>We just got back from the psych centre. Their doctors don't quite know what to make of him. I think it goes without saying. However, they have come up with a stopgap treatment.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>What's that?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>A way to stifle his imagination.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIHVdS7po3I/AAAAAAAAHfU/Ll1yVIGyIZ8/s1600-h/Screenshot88.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIHVdS7po3I/AAAAAAAAHfU/Ll1yVIGyIZ8/s400/Screenshot88.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224691742001439602" border="0" /></a><span class="f-bold f-666">Episode Number: 196 <br />Season Number: 9 <br />First Aired: Sunday, April 14, 2002 <br />Production Code: 9X12<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You can rate this episode here:</span><br /></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08909082672994692941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138120172482108021.post-15449993177500264692008-07-18T18:09:00.017+02:002008-12-12T05:39:58.219+01:00Season 9: Improbable (9X14)<div style="text-align: center;">Written by: Chris Carter<br />Directed by: Chris Carter<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIDAp_lGdPI/AAAAAAAAHbE/FQnozqq0qhA/s1600-h/Screenshot78.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIDAp_lGdPI/AAAAAAAAHbE/FQnozqq0qhA/s400/Screenshot78.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224387395423991026" border="0" /></a>In a casino, Mad Wayne loses at cards and heads to the bar to converse with Mr Burt, who is playing solitaire. Wayne's attention turns to a woman, who he follows to the bathroom. A short time later, the woman is found dead.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIDBADgzHhI/AAAAAAAAHbM/sV_JrII4HDY/s1600-h/Screenshot04.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIDBADgzHhI/AAAAAAAAHbM/sV_JrII4HDY/s400/Screenshot04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224387774436810258" border="0" /></a>At the FBI, Reyes asks Scully if she believes in the hypothesis that the universe is knowable as a simple mathematical equation. Scully doesn't, and is disbelieving when Reyes attempts to tie together several murders by using a mathematical calculation. Scully notices a pattern in the bruising of the victims' skin, speculating that it was caused by a ring the killer wears. Meanwhile, Mad Wayne returns to the rundown hotel where he lives, and notices Mr Burt playing three-card Monte in the street below. Wayne confronts Burt and warns him to stay away.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIDBSXF9TzI/AAAAAAAAHbU/incc_uL9AMU/s1600-h/Screenshot15.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIDBSXF9TzI/AAAAAAAAHbU/incc_uL9AMU/s400/Screenshot15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224388088930586418" border="0" /></a>Reyes enters Wayne's building to consult a numerologist, Vicki Burdick. Burdick doesn't really believe in numerology, however, but reluctantly promises to run a complete numerology in the hope of producing the killer's profile. Doggett calls Reyes, and reveals that two more victims were found with the pattern bruising on their faces. Returning to the Bureau, she is congratulated by Agent Fordyce for her work. Reyes' revelation of her "special insight" into the case during the debriefing is met with disbelieving silence.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIDBtTSR-eI/AAAAAAAAHbc/qvH7jQQyC40/s1600-h/Screenshot22.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIDBtTSR-eI/AAAAAAAAHbc/qvH7jQQyC40/s400/Screenshot22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224388551764998626" border="0" /></a>Vicki Burdick calls, but is murdered by Mad Wayne before she can reveal what she discovered. As Scully performs an autopsy on Burdick's body, the patterns around her are all related to the number six. The pattern left on the victims' skin turns out not to be zeroes, but sixes. After Scully and Reyes finish looking for evidence in Burdick's office, they ride the elevator with Mad Wayne. Scully notices the ring on Wayne's finger and draws her gun, but the elevator doors close.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIDFVTBCL4I/AAAAAAAAHbk/shFGq5s0J08/s1600-h/Screenshot43.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIDFVTBCL4I/AAAAAAAAHbk/shFGq5s0J08/s400/Screenshot43.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224392537422311298" border="0" /></a>Scully and Reyes use the stairs, and end up in the hotel garage. Suddenly, a car pulls away, a mechanical gate closing behind it. Scully and Reyes realize they're trapped. They search the garage, and discover Mr Burt. He claims he is waiting for a friend, with whom he was to play checkers. With little else to do but wait, the agents busy themselves playing checkers with Mr Burt.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIDFn7vgKcI/AAAAAAAAHbs/qet6s3rj9Rw/s1600-h/Screenshot51.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIDFn7vgKcI/AAAAAAAAHbs/qet6s3rj9Rw/s400/Screenshot51.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224392857592277442" border="0" /></a>Scully notices the colours red and black on the checkerboard. She stares at Monica's hair, and then touches her own red hair. As the killer strikes in threes - in the order of blonde, red head and brunette - Scully wonders if she and Reyes are the killer's next target. Mr Burt wonders if the numbers are helping the agents catch the killer... or if they're helping him not get caught.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIDGDiuiR8I/AAAAAAAAHb0/GEFQDAKYhP8/s1600-h/Screenshot59.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIDGDiuiR8I/AAAAAAAAHb0/GEFQDAKYhP8/s400/Screenshot59.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224393331913672642" border="0" /></a>The agents notice a figure watching them from behind a parked car. Suddenly, the lights go out. As Scully heads for the breaker box, Monica tracks the mysterious figure. Suddenly, Mad Wayne jumps out of the darkness and a struggle ensues. But the stairwell door flies open and a dark figure emerges to fire three shots, killing Mad Wayne. The lights come back on, revealing that the shooter is Agent Doggett.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIDGVKRVR0I/AAAAAAAAHb8/9ggjRQ2Wsu4/s1600-h/Screenshot66.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIDGVKRVR0I/AAAAAAAAHb8/9ggjRQ2Wsu4/s400/Screenshot66.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224393634586380098" border="0" /></a>Doggett tells Reyes and Scully that something in the killer's pattern made him realize that they were his next victims. Moments later, the agents realize that Mr. Burt has vanished. Later, Scully asks Reyes about her numerology. Reyes tells her she's a nine. But when Scully asks about the mysterious checker-playing man they met in the garage, Reyes responds, "God knows."<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIDGpuym8BI/AAAAAAAAHcE/ruTL4oSb_g4/s1600-h/Screenshot79.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIDGpuym8BI/AAAAAAAAHcE/ruTL4oSb_g4/s400/Screenshot79.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224393987987009554" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Notes:</span><br />The usual "The Truth Is Out There" tagline at the end of the opening credits is replaced with "Dio ti ama" - Italian for "God Loves You". Presumably this is a reference to what might be the true nature of "Mr. Burt".<br /><br />Chris Carter's "Executive Producer" credit at the end is in Italian.<br /><br />Former Production Assistant-turned-Actor Angelo Vacco makes his fourth and final X-Files appearance in this episode. He previously appeared in the episodes <a href="http://in-the-x-i-believe.blogspot.com/2007/03/season-2-f-emasculata-2x22.html">''F. Emasculata''</a> (Season 2), <a href="http://in-the-x-i-believe.blogspot.com/2007/04/season-3-talitha-cumi-3x24.html">''Talitha Cumi''</a> (Season 3), and <a href="http://in-the-x-i-believe.blogspot.com/2007/08/season-6-milagro-6x18.html">''Milagro''</a> (Season 6).<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Quotes:<br /></span><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Agent Reyes?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> ...Three plus four is seven. Seven and six are thirteen...<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>What are you doing?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> Ten, thirteen, fourteen, sixteen... I want to ask you to open your mind to something. I don't want you to think I'm crazy, all right?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Why would I think that you're crazy?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> Do you believe the universe is knowable as a mathematical calculation of the whole, reducible to a single equation?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>No.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Why not?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Because I don't think that its complexity allows for it to be reduced so simply.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> But you accept that some people do?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> I presume you mean the so-called <i>'Unified Theory'</i>? What physicists often refer to as the <i>'Theory of Everything'</i>? An equation so simple, they say that it might be printed on a t-shirt. It's a holy grail in the world of science. Potentially, the most important question that mankind has ever asked. But that such a complex calculation is even possible is the subject of enormous controversy. Is that what you mean?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Um... potentially.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIDISy-QFOI/AAAAAAAAHcM/J-H7k-UyVYg/s1600-h/Screenshot08.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIDISy-QFOI/AAAAAAAAHcM/J-H7k-UyVYg/s400/Screenshot08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224395792995849442" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Agent Reyes, am I to presume that you've solved these unsolved murders by using some kind of numerical calculation?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Letters of names assigned values, added to birth dates reduced to the lowest common denominator. A, J, S, equal one. B, K, T...<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Numerology, Agent Reyes? You're trying to solve these cases by using what is essentially a child's game.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> It's been in use since the sixth century BC. When Pythagoras determined that the world was built on the power and influence of numbers.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> And... when exactly did you stumble upon it?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>We did it as kids. I still do it. You meet people at a party ask them their birth date. It's kind of an icebreaker. And as I was reading the story of this woman, I calculated she was a 14 — what they call a karmic number — an extremely significant numerological number. Prompting me to look at all of these other unsolved cases, the victims of which, also work out to have karmic numbers — ten, thirteen, and sixteen.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>So, in other words, you haven't actually solved these cases.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> Maybe <i>'cracked'</i> is a better word.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Without any other evidence to directly connect them... circumstantial or forensic.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> What?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Can you enlarge this? Can I see the rest of those photos?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> What is it?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> There's a pattern in the bruising. Yeah... all four of the victims have it. Three small circles. They might be from a ring that the killer wears.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>So you're saying these cases are connected. That numerology may actually be driving the killer and that I'm definitely not crazy.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Or that maybe you're both crazy.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIDI_VsYBJI/AAAAAAAAHcU/rvUt64ql648/s1600-h/Screenshot13.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIDI_VsYBJI/AAAAAAAAHcU/rvUt64ql648/s400/Screenshot13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224396558230357138" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Mr Burt:</b> Music.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> You must really like music.<br /></div> <b style="font-style: italic;">Mr Burt:</b> Oh, I love it. The classics, of course. Mozart, Bach, the earlier jazz, Louis Armstrong, Sinatra, Doo-wop, Elvis, marching bands...<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Sir, enough.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mr Burt:</b> Don't get me wrong. I love all music but I prefer the stuff that lasts. <span style="font-style: italic;">(Reyes picks up a couple of the anonymous CDs)</span> You like them? Keep them. Thanks to the wondrous world of digital technology I can always make more.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>What time is your friend coming?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mr Burt:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Soon.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>What do you want to do?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> I don't know. I don't know.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mr Burt:</b> I have some nice dance music.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>We happen to be here, Sir, because there is a serial killer on the loose.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mr Burt:</b> How many did he kill?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> Seven women now.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mr Burt:</b> How are you going to catch him?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> We're not, stuck down here.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mr Burt:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>You sure there's nothing I can do?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Do you have the combination to the door?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mr Burt:</b> No.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> Do you have a cell phone that works?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mr Burt:</b> I wish I did. There's always chequers.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIDKnfYQdtI/AAAAAAAAHck/zfGXaS81llc/s1600-h/Screenshot46.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIDKnfYQdtI/AAAAAAAAHck/zfGXaS81llc/s400/Screenshot46.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224398347536725714" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> The killer is driven by an impulse we believe is numerological.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Mr Burt:</b> Of course. He's a serial killer.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> No, that's not what she means. She thinks that his acts are determined by a calculation of numbers.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mr Burt:</b> So the killer's not in control of his actions the numbers are?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> Yes.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mr Burt:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Well, are the numbers helping you catch him or are they helping him not get caught?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>That's a good question.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mr Burt:</b> So, it's a kind of a game.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>No, it's not.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> No, maybe it is. Maybe that's what this is about — who wins the game.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mr Burt:</b> I think she's onto something.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Agent Reyes, you can't reduce a complex factor as physical and psychological into a game.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> You're a scientist, Agent Scully. Your world is ruled by numbers: Atoms, molecules, periodicity.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mr Burt:</b> Wow!<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>And wouldn't it follow that everything made from those things is ruled by numbers, too: Genes, chromosomes, us, the universe.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mr Burt:</b> Go, girl.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Agent Reyes, that is utter nonsense, okay? It would mean that all we are are chequers on a chequerboard being moved around by some forces completely outside and unbeknownst to us.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> What did Einstein say?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mr Burt:</b> Einstein — now there's a winner.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> <i>'God does not play dice with the universe'</i>.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Nor does he play chequers. Look, Agent Reyes, you can't reduce all of life, all creation, every piece of art architecture, music, literature, into a game of win or lose.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> Why not? Maybe the winners are those who play the game better; those who see the patterns and the connections like we're doing right now.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mr Burt:</b> Free will.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Maybe we're not the next victims. Maybe we're here because we saw the numbers and read the patterns and we're here to catch the killer.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> But the killer is outside, killing, and we are stuck in a parking garage.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>What if he's not? What if we didn't look hard enough? What if the killer's still down here? <span style="font-style: italic;">(She draws her weapon. A shadowy figure hiding behind a car withdraws quickly into the shadows)</span><br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> What are you looking at? <span style="font-style: italic;">(The lights go out)</span><br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mr Burt:</b> Same thing you are.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIDLsT39r5I/AAAAAAAAHcs/DM6sPTfHg5Q/s1600-h/Screenshot55.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIDLsT39r5I/AAAAAAAAHcs/DM6sPTfHg5Q/s400/Screenshot55.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224399529859461010" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> Hello?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> All right, I need to know.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> What?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> What my numerology is, and what my number... whatever you call it. What am I?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> You're a nine.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Which means what?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Nine is completion. You've evolved through the experiences of all the other numbers to a spiritual realisation that this life is only part of a larger whole. Dana, are you there?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> There's something else that's bugging me.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>What's that?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Who was that man?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>God knows.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIDMQlQcV1I/AAAAAAAAHc0/irg7Vv5pdU0/s1600-h/Screenshot76.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIDMQlQcV1I/AAAAAAAAHc0/irg7Vv5pdU0/s400/Screenshot76.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224400153000826706" border="0" /></a><span class="f-bold f-666">Episode Number: 195 <br />Season Number: 9 <br />First Aired: Sunday, April 7, 2002 <br />Production Code: 9X14<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You can rate this episode here:</span><br /></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08909082672994692941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138120172482108021.post-19953486664297237502008-07-18T12:38:00.014+02:002008-12-12T05:40:03.276+01:00Season 9: Underneath (9X09)<div style="text-align: center;">Written by: John Shiban<br />Directed by: John Shiban<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIBzJe9huPI/AAAAAAAAHZc/mTnwj8_26q4/s1600-h/Screenshot45.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIBzJe9huPI/AAAAAAAAHZc/mTnwj8_26q4/s400/Screenshot45.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224302174516918514" border="0" /></a>In Brooklyn, New York, 1989, cable man Robert Fassl stops his van outside a house on a modest suburban street. As Fassl kisses a rosary, a voice in the shadows directs him to do his job. Fassl gains entry to the house, where he speaks with a teenage girl and her father. Suddenly, the father falls over dead, a screwdriver sticking from his neck, and the teenage girl and her mother are also savagely murdered in the blink of an eye. Fassl looks on in horror. Moments later, two NYPD officers rush in and take Fassl into custody. One of them is John Doggett.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIBzaB8K45I/AAAAAAAAHZk/6zkKqWrGVLk/s1600-h/Screenshot07.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIBzaB8K45I/AAAAAAAAHZk/6zkKqWrGVLk/s400/Screenshot07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224302458784375698" border="0" /></a>In the present day, Doggett receives word that DNA evidence cleared Fassl of the murders. Doggett is convinced that a mistake has been made, though he admits to Reyes that he did not catch Fassl in the act. Fassl's attorney, Jana Fain, arranges for him to stay at her enormous estate on his release from prison, where he is introduced to Mrs Dowdy, Jana's housekeeper. Shown the room where he'll be staying, Fassl sees one of the walls defaced with the words "kill her" written in blood.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIBzxpcxmRI/AAAAAAAAHZs/0YPbMEliK54/s1600-h/Screenshot23.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIBzxpcxmRI/AAAAAAAAHZs/0YPbMEliK54/s400/Screenshot23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224302864527104274" border="0" /></a>Assistant District Attorney Damon Kaylor allows Dogett and Scully to review old files pertaining to the case. Meanwhile, Reyes meets with Brian Hutchison, the superintendent of the prison where Fassl was incarcerated. He explains that Fassl's cell mate was found murdered, and the killer was photographed by a security camera, but didn't fit the description of anyone held at the prison. A photograph of the mysterious killer shows a Bearded Man seen outside the courthouse when Fassl was set free. The Bearded Man appears in Fassl's bedroom, screwdriver in hand. Fassl begs him not to harm Jana.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIB0PR-HWBI/AAAAAAAAHZ0/_9_ndyI1lL0/s1600-h/Screenshot35.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIB0PR-HWBI/AAAAAAAAHZ0/_9_ndyI1lL0/s400/Screenshot35.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224303373620566034" border="0" /></a>Scully tells Doggettt that the hair sample used for the DNA test is so similar that it must have come from a blood relative, but Fassl is an only child and both his parents died when he was thirteen. Fassl, meanwhile, discovers the body of Mrs Dowdy stuffed into a dumbwaiter. He disposes of the evidence. Doggett meets with his old partner Duke Tomasick, who helped arrest Fassl years earlier. Tomasick tells Doggett that he planted the evidence used to convict Fassl, using hair found at a previous murder.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIB1CQoHkxI/AAAAAAAAHZ8/oj4c8L01xI8/s1600-h/Screenshot24.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIB1CQoHkxI/AAAAAAAAHZ8/oj4c8L01xI8/s400/Screenshot24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224304249433199378" border="0" /></a>Damon Kaylor shows up at Jana Fain's estate and tells Fassl he may get some compensation, but Fassl instead begs to be put back in prison. Moments later, the Bearded Man kills Kaylor with a screwdriver, and Fassl hides the body in a sewer tunnel. Reyes shows Jana and Fassl the photo of the Bearded Man, and Fassl grows noticeably anxious, running rosary beads through his fingers. When Scully attempts to question him, Jana ends the conversation. Later, Reyes poses a question: What if a devout Catholic was incapable of contrition? She speculates that his sinful side might manifest a second personality, backing this up with the concept of transubstantiation (when a communion wafer transforms into the Body of Christ). The agents then wonder how they can catch a killer who hides within an innocent man.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIB1hk4UBgI/AAAAAAAAHaE/pp7_XNe3O1A/s1600-h/Screenshot49.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIB1hk4UBgI/AAAAAAAAHaE/pp7_XNe3O1A/s400/Screenshot49.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224304787445777922" border="0" /></a>Later, the Bearded Man insists that Fassl kill Jana Fain, but he refuses to do so. The Bearded Man grabs Jana but, for reasons unknown, lets her go. At Jana's estate, the agents notice blood on a manhole ladder. Doggett and Reyes descend into the tunnel, where they spot the Bearded Man. Doggett opens fire, but the apparition gets away. After splitting up, Reyes falls into an underground culvert filled with bones and body parts belonging to the Bearded Man's many victims. Reyes calls Doggett's name, and as he makes his way to her, the Bearded Man attacks.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIB11zkVojI/AAAAAAAAHaM/CKCWN_isBnU/s1600-h/Screenshot56.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIB11zkVojI/AAAAAAAAHaM/CKCWN_isBnU/s400/Screenshot56.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224305134985912882" border="0" /></a>The Bearded Man holds the screwdriver to Doggett's throat, while Reyes tries to reach out to whatever small part of Fassl exists within the Bearded Man. Growing upset, the Bearded Man pulls the screwdriver away and Reyes opens fire. Moments later, the agents realize the Bearded Man is now a dead Robert Fassl.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIB2J1Pw9QI/AAAAAAAAHaU/6bTR0u1soq0/s1600-h/Screenshot63.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIB2J1Pw9QI/AAAAAAAAHaU/6bTR0u1soq0/s400/Screenshot63.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224305479033877762" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Notes:<br /></span> Doggett's former partner, Duke Tomasick, was named for the X-Files Construction Coordinator.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Quotes:<br /></span><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> Was that the DA on the case?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Assistant DA. Some jack-off who was probably in ninth grade when this happened.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> What is it exactly you want him to do?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Keep the bastard locked up where he belongs. Did you read that? My partner and I busted this guy Fassl when I was a beat cop 13 years ago. He killed seven people. Now they want to let him go so he can kill again.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> It says here, the DNA evidence proves he's innocent.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>It's wrong. It's some lab mistake. It's as simple as that. My partner Duke and I, we catch this 911. Neighbour's hearing screaming coming from this house on Flatbush Avenue. We get there. Teenage girl, mother, father — all dead. There's blood... I can still remember the sound of the blood squishing under my shoes. This guy Fassl's just standing there.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>So you didn't actually catch him in the act.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Ten seconds earlier through the door, and we would have. <span style="font-style: italic;">(to Scully)</span> Tell me you got good news.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>I have combed through every detail of this ME's report. I have read and re-read it. And I am sorry, Agent Doggett, but the DNA fingerprinting does indeed exonerate this man.<br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Doggett:</span> You're telling me there's no way? There's not even a million-to-one chance that these DNA tests are wrong?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Actually, a hundred million.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> I need the reports run again. I need you to do it yourself.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Agent Doggett, you just... it'd take at least 48 hours.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>That's too long.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Where are you going?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> New York. I can't just sit here and wait for this guy to kill again.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> John...<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Look, I get it. Enough people tell you you're drunk, it's time to lie down. But I know what I know. I could really use your help.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIB3YCslisI/AAAAAAAAHac/6enOmQmRx6M/s1600-h/Screenshot09.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIB3YCslisI/AAAAAAAAHac/6enOmQmRx6M/s400/Screenshot09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224306822674221762" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>There's a lot of material here. Where should we start?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Right there. The original arrest report.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> (reading)</span> <i>'Arresting officer: John Doggett.'</i> Must've been a career-maker.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Well, it didn't hurt when I put in for detective. The murders had been front-page news for weeks. The sense of relief everybody felt when we caught Fassl, it was...<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> You know, John... whatever we find here, sometimes... sometimes even good cops make mistakes.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Yeah. And I've made more than I can count but this wasn't one of them. Whatever you think... I'm not here trying to cover my ass.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> That's not what I think. It's not. I just... I just worry that maybe this is about you feeling guilty.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> I feel guilty. Like what, subconsciously? Like I was told I sent an innocent man to prison only I refuse to accept it? A cop I know, a man I respect deeply he told me one time, <i>'You don't clock out at the end of your shift unless you know you did everything you could'</i>. That's what this is about — me not clocking out.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIB380YgVPI/AAAAAAAAHak/Llsl0nyPXtU/s1600-h/Screenshot21.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIB380YgVPI/AAAAAAAAHak/Llsl0nyPXtU/s400/Screenshot21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224307454487057650" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Were you here all night?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>There's got to be something here the prosecution overlooked — I overlooked — something I can hang this guy with DNA or no.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Well, speaking of DNA...<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Aw, come on...<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>The re-tests of the typing confirm the original results — that the hair samples do indeed belong to someone other than Robert Fassl.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>So, what do we do? We just go home? This is wrong. This is...<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Well, John, there is something else. It's something that explains why thirteen years ago the science of the day identified the hair as Fassl's. I spoke to the forensic examiner who ran the tests and he found a match in 12 of the 13 key genes.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> What does that mean?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>It means that the mitochondrial DNA in the hair sample is genetically similar to Fassl's. In fact, it is remarkably similar. It is so similar that it must be from a blood relative.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Wait a minute. Fassl's an only child. His parents died when he was 13. He's got nobody.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> I know.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> You know? Then you know that what you're saying's impossible.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> And yet, somehow it's true.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIB4llZcfwI/AAAAAAAAHas/FQb-mkWa8A0/s1600-h/Screenshot41.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIB4llZcfwI/AAAAAAAAHas/FQb-mkWa8A0/s400/Screenshot41.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224308154839105282" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> What the hell was that?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> I don't know about you, but that was me changing my theory.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> What, no more ghosts?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> Uh, nope. Just Fassl. What if a man of profound faith — a devout catholic — was incapable of contrition?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>As in, he couldn't admit his own sins?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> Or even that he had a sinful side to him, as we all do. What if he were so frightened by it that he couldn't even admit it to himself? Might not someone like that manifest a second personality?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> But it wouldn't explain the DNA evidence.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> It would if he physically became that other personality.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>So what, we've moved on from <i>'Casper, The Friendly Ghost'</i> to <i>'Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde'</i>?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> There is a precedent — in the catholic canon itself. Transubstantiation: The manipulation of matter and energy.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> You mean, water into wine.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> Or the communion wafer into the body of Christ.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Monica, I've slept through my share of Sunday schools but I never heard the story about the guy becoming another guy.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>It's the one explanation that makes sense. It explains what happened 13 years ago and it explains what's happening now.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> So what you're saying is... because this man won't face himself, won't face his own sins then he is forced to become someone else. A killer.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> So, how does someone go about catching a killer who hides inside an innocent man?<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIB5Xx396eI/AAAAAAAAHa0/s9NA4MP6ZFc/s1600-h/Screenshot50.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIB5Xx396eI/AAAAAAAAHa0/s9NA4MP6ZFc/s400/Screenshot50.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224309017181809122" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> John...?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>I've been 48 hours without sleep. I found out my ex-partner's a liar and a felon. Don't ask me to explain how this could be.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> So what happened tonight? All that was just you seeing things?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> I can't accept this. If you can, god love you, but it's not the way my mind works.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>You closed this case. This time around, that was enough.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>What happens next time?<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIB53nrA6zI/AAAAAAAAHa8/w3vViCueKsA/s1600-h/Screenshot64.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SIB53nrA6zI/AAAAAAAAHa8/w3vViCueKsA/s400/Screenshot64.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224309564198939442" border="0" /></a><span class="f-bold f-666">Episode Number: 194 <br />Season Number: 9 <br />First Aired: Sunday, March 31, 2002 <br />Production Code: 9X09<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You can rate this episode here:</span><br /></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08909082672994692941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138120172482108021.post-83206144597564740512008-07-17T21:11:00.016+02:002008-12-12T05:40:07.890+01:00Season 9: Audrey Pauley (9X13)<div style="text-align: center;">Written by: Steven Maeda<br />Directed by: Kim Manners<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH-aLKDYl3I/AAAAAAAAHXQ/rsz1cT3jd-Q/s1600-h/Screenshot10.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH-aLKDYl3I/AAAAAAAAHXQ/rsz1cT3jd-Q/s400/Screenshot10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224063609240852338" border="0" /></a>At the end of a long workday, Reyes drives Doggett to his house and they share a momentary rapport before Doggett exits. Moments later, the sound of a car accident fills the air. Reyes is rushed to a hospital, where Dr. Preijers and Nurse Edwards examine her condition. Strangely, Reyes soon finds herself inside the same hospital trauma room by herself. She makes her way to the exit, but sees nothing but a dark void surrounding the hospital. She soon encounters another patient, Steven Murdoch, who introduces her to a Mr. Barreiro, who is in the same position. A discussion ensues about whether or not they're all dead. Reyes is convinced they're not.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH-akXd-IoI/AAAAAAAAHXY/Gybp-fwDEb4/s1600-h/Screenshot15.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH-akXd-IoI/AAAAAAAAHXY/Gybp-fwDEb4/s400/Screenshot15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224064042338755202" border="0" /></a>Meanwhile, Scully tells Doggett that Reyes is technically dead, but Doggett refuses to accept this. Dr. Preijers tells the agents that Reyes signed her organ donor card and surgeons will soon be harvesting her remains. In the netherworld, Reyes takes an interest in the fact that all writing in the hospital is indecipherable gibberish. She spots a figure in the hallway, but they soon vanish into thin air. Mr. Barreiro begins screaming and is suddenly engulfed in electricity. He, too, vanishes into thin air, but in a different way.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH-a878QJ5I/AAAAAAAAHXg/O8AJkW35-vc/s1600-h/Screenshot26.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH-a878QJ5I/AAAAAAAAHXg/O8AJkW35-vc/s400/Screenshot26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224064464446302098" border="0" /></a>Back in the real world, Dr. Preijers comforts Mrs. Barreiro as she mourns the death of her husband. Nearby stands the mystery woman Reyes chased through the netherworld hospital earlier. Her name badge reads "Audrey Pauley". Doggett shows an anomaly in Reyes' EKG to Dr. Preijers, then makes his way to Reyes' room, where he finds Audrey at her bedside. She tells him that Reyes's soul isn't gone yet.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH-bUd5_PZI/AAAAAAAAHXo/QxohEncJFDE/s1600-h/Screenshot32.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH-bUd5_PZI/AAAAAAAAHXo/QxohEncJFDE/s400/Screenshot32.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224064868700601746" border="0" /></a>Audrey makes her way to her room in the hospital basement, where a model of the hospital stands. It looks as if she constructed it herself. She concentrates her energy on the model and is transported into the netherworld version. There she encounters Reyes, who asks her to tell Doggett that he's "a dog person." Meanwhile, Nurse Edwards tells Dr. Preijers that she saw him give Reyes an injection of epinephrine, which was not mentioned in his notes. A few moments later Preijers grabs Edwards from behind and injects something into the back of her neck. A hospital staffer finds Edwards' body. In the netherworld, Reyes begins to suspect that whatever she and Murdoch are trapped in is the product of someone else's doing. Shortly thereafter, Murdoch collapses onto the floor.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH-jzYlmqTI/AAAAAAAAHXw/1MMn-bjIWPw/s1600-h/Screenshot41.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH-jzYlmqTI/AAAAAAAAHXw/1MMn-bjIWPw/s400/Screenshot41.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224074195941894450" border="0" /></a>Dr. Preijers has disconnected Murdoch from life support at the request of his wife. Audrey conveys Reyes' message to Doggett, who reacts with disbelief. He follows her to her room and quizzes her about the hospital model. Audrey tells him it helps her communicate with the people in the netherworld and tells him about Murdoch and Barriero. Doggett realises that both men were Preijers' patients.<br /><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH-kPSdn5QI/AAAAAAAAHX4/qvWiqhhgwHo/s1600-h/Screenshot53.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH-kPSdn5QI/AAAAAAAAHX4/qvWiqhhgwHo/s400/Screenshot53.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224074675334145282" border="0" /></a>Doggett asks Audrey to convey a message to Reyes. He tells her to say goodbye, and vows to catch the man who put her on life support. But when Audrey returns to the netherworld, Reyes accuses her of creating the place she's trapped in, which explains why she's capable of passing between both worlds.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH-knlCwgGI/AAAAAAAAHYA/q-nMv7-V4Go/s1600-h/Screenshot62.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH-knlCwgGI/AAAAAAAAHYA/q-nMv7-V4Go/s400/Screenshot62.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224075092638597218" border="0" /></a>Preijers comes to believe that Audrey could expose him. He injects her with a drug and watches as she dies. In the netherworld, Audrey tells Reyes that the only way out is to jump into the void. Reyes takes the plunge, and awakens in her hospital bed. She speaks one word: "Audrey." Doggett rushes to the basement, where he slams Preijers into a wall and recovers the spent syringe. He then finds Audrey's body. When Reyes recovers, Doggett gives her a ride home. Another moment passes between them, but is ruined when Reyes is distracted by headlights from another car.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH-lAEe3ApI/AAAAAAAAHYI/QcltMmDCI3A/s1600-h/Screenshot71.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH-lAEe3ApI/AAAAAAAAHYI/QcltMmDCI3A/s400/Screenshot71.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224075513394823826" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Notes:<br /></span>This is the second time that Tracy Ellis has had a guest appearance on the show. She played Lucy Householder in the Season 3 episode <a href="http://in-the-x-i-believe.blogspot.com/2007/04/season-3-oubliette-3x08.html">"Oubliette"</a>.<br /><br />This episode marks the 50th time that Kim Manners has stepped behind the camera to direct an X-Files episode, making him without a doubt the longest serving director on the show. His debut was for season 2's <a href="http://in-the-x-i-believe.blogspot.com/2007/03/season-2-die-hand-die-verletzt-2x14.html">''Die Hand Die Verletzt''</a>.<br /><br />In a funny blooper from this episode, Annabeth Gish has a coughing fit while lying in the hospital bed, while Scully is trying to convince Doggett that she is brain dead.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Quotes:<br /></span><b style="font-style: italic;">Stephen Murdoch:</b> Hello. It's okay. I was a little freaked out, too... at first.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> Who are you?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Stephen Murdoch:</b> Stephen Murdoch. I don't even know if that matters any more but... my name is Stephen. Did you just look outside? Yeah. Don't do that.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> Where did everybody go?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Stephen Murdoch:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>I think the question is; <i>'Where did we go?'</i> Were you in an accident?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>I think I was hit by a car, on my way home.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Stephen Murdoch:</b> I came in with chest pains. Mr Barriero, someone new. I found Mr Barriero wandering around here, same as you. He fell at a construction site where he used to work.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> You think we're dead. <span style="font-style: italic;">(Stephen Murdoch nods)</span> No. No, I don't believe that.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Val Barriero:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Have you ever been dead? So how do you know you're not?<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH-mqBU-eCI/AAAAAAAAHYQ/YCfj8Nj3TFY/s1600-h/Screenshot14.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH-mqBU-eCI/AAAAAAAAHYQ/YCfj8Nj3TFY/s400/Screenshot14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224077333614196770" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> It's true, John. She's gone.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> I don't accept that. Look at her breathing. Her heart's still beating. There's got to be hope.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>There's no measurable electrical activity in her brain. Brain death is... indeed death, John. I'm sorry.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH-nEF46qlI/AAAAAAAAHYY/AagAuh9syio/s1600-h/Screenshot16.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH-nEF46qlI/AAAAAAAAHYY/AagAuh9syio/s400/Screenshot16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224077781515283026" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Stephen Murdoch:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Okay, so this woman you saw — she went <b>through</b> the wall?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> I don't know. She was here, and then she disappeared.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Stephen Murdoch:</b> Disappeared? What do you mean, like Mr Barriero did?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Different than Barriero.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Stephen Murdoch:</b> Okay, okay, let's concentrate on one unexplainable event at a time here. What the hell happened to Mr Barriero?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>My opinion? I think he died. You can't die if you're already dead. Which backs up my belief that you and I are alive. I have no idea where she went.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Stephen Murdoch:</b> Hold on. If he's dead... and we're not... then where the hell are we?<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH-nko6aPDI/AAAAAAAAHYg/U-CiTptH-Kc/s1600-h/Screenshot27.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH-nko6aPDI/AAAAAAAAHYg/U-CiTptH-Kc/s400/Screenshot27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224078340672601138" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>You live down here?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Audrey Pauley:</b> The nuns let me stay. I wanted to be a nurse, only I can't do much, but they let me help out.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> This is this hospital. You made this? <span style="font-style: italic;">(A model of the hospital)</span> Why?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Audrey Pauley:</b> I like to visit it. I sort of go... inside my head.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> You go into the model?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Audrey Pauley:</b> I like it there. It's quiet. I used to have it all to myself but then some people showed up. Hospital patients. Your friend.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>This is where you say you talked to her? Right inside here?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Audrey Pauley:</b> Well... not so much like tiny people in a... in a model, but... inside my head? Up here, I guess. You don't believe me.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Audrey... you said that you saw some other people besides my friend. Other patients? Can you tell me who they are?<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH-oO5jxrBI/AAAAAAAAHYo/jv6VE9vX1jg/s1600-h/Screenshot34.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH-oO5jxrBI/AAAAAAAAHYo/jv6VE9vX1jg/s400/Screenshot34.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224079066695576594" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Audrey Pauley:</b> Monica? John wanted me to tell you something.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> You gave him my message?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Audrey Pauley:</b> He says, you don't have very long. He says, you have to give them some kind of sign. I know... I'm sorry.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> Are you really going to leave me here to die?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Audrey Pauley:</b> I can't... do... anything. There's... there's something wrong... you know, up here. And I can't help anyone. I deliver the flowers. It's all I do. And I have to even get help with that because I can't read what's on the little cards.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>You can't read?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Audrey Pauley:</b> I see it all jumbled up.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> This is your hospital. It's you who created it. It's all you, Audrey. This place is all you. And that means you can make the rules work any damn way that you want them to. You can help me escape. Audrey?<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH-ovx6B6qI/AAAAAAAAHYw/wiGiaPLEWEs/s1600-h/Screenshot38.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH-ovx6B6qI/AAAAAAAAHYw/wiGiaPLEWEs/s400/Screenshot38.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224079631577115298" border="0" /></a><span class="f-bold f-666">Episode Number: 193 <br />Season Number: 9 <br />First Aired: Sunday, March 17, 2002 <br />Production Code: 9X13<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You can rate this episode here:</span><br /></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08909082672994692941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138120172482108021.post-36052391304028023152008-07-17T11:44:00.014+02:002008-12-12T05:40:10.847+01:00Season 9: Providence (9X11)<div style="text-align: center;">Written by: Chris Carter & Frank Spotnitz<br />Directed by: Chris Carter<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH8U6T4Q6EI/AAAAAAAAHVQ/ys_shOSvEb0/s1600-h/Screenshot47.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH8U6T4Q6EI/AAAAAAAAHVQ/ys_shOSvEb0/s400/Screenshot47.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223917084774295618" border="0" /></a>As Operation Desert Storm unfolds, Captain Zeke Josepho is thrown to the ground by an explosion. Several of his men are killed. Josepho sees four soldiers rush through the building, unaffected by enemy fire and explosions. We see an older Josepho working at the Canadian dig introduced in the previous episode as he helps unearth the buried spaceship.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH8VRV-muzI/AAAAAAAAHVY/UPVaMWQSa3s/s1600-h/Screenshot03.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH8VRV-muzI/AAAAAAAAHVY/UPVaMWQSa3s/s400/Screenshot03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223917480474753842" border="0" /></a>At FBI headquarters, Brad Follmer briefs a team of agents on the abduction of Scully's baby, telling them that Doggett is in a coma after being run over, while FBI Agent Robert Comer is also in critical condition after being shot by Scully. Scully identifies the Overcoat Woman with the Lone Gunmen's help. It's revealed that Byers managed to slip a cell phone under baby William's car seat during his abduction. The Gunmen pinpoint the car through the phone system, finding it in Warfordsburg, Pennsylvania. By the time Scully and Reyes arrive, though, the baby and the abductor have vanished.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH8wJX9bYDI/AAAAAAAAHVg/R0S7x2zbw1E/s1600-h/Screenshot16.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH8wJX9bYDI/AAAAAAAAHVg/R0S7x2zbw1E/s400/Screenshot16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223947030381682738" border="0" /></a>Back at the Canadian dig, a cylindrical bezel rotates around two cult members and then lowers them into the ship. At the hospital, Comer writes the word, "jacket." When Reyes relays this to Scully, she deduces that Comer means the jacket he was wearing when she shot him. Scully brings the alien artefact in Comer's jacket to his hospital room. Comer suddenly grabs Scully's wrist and lowers the artefact to his chest. Scully instructs Reyes to unplug the life support monitors so the hospital staff aren't alerted to the situation. When Comer revives, he tells Scully that her son must die and describes Josepho's belief that the alien ship houses a physical manifestation of God. Josepho also believes baby William will follow in Mulder's footsteps and try to stop the aliens' return. According to Comer, Mulder was killed to fulfill the prophesy, and unless baby William is killed, all mankind will perish. Suddenly, a nurse and the Toothpick Man enter the hospital room and demand to know what's going on.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH8wop7PtlI/AAAAAAAAHVo/N2H15M6VKEQ/s1600-h/Screenshot28.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH8wop7PtlI/AAAAAAAAHVo/N2H15M6VKEQ/s400/Screenshot28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223947567780312658" border="0" /></a>At the alien dig, the bezel rotates once more, and emerges from the ship with two charred corpses on it - the men seen before. Follmer informs Scully and Reyes that the nurse is claiming they killed Comer by pulling him off life support. Outraged, Reyes bursts into Comer's room and demands to know the location of the alien artefact, but the nurse and the Toothpick Man claim to have no knowledge of its existence.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH8xFbn6xEI/AAAAAAAAHVw/ofbbq15JWZk/s1600-h/Screenshot32.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH8xFbn6xEI/AAAAAAAAHVw/ofbbq15JWZk/s400/Screenshot32.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223948062157358146" border="0" /></a>Josepho arranges a meeting with Scully outside Calgary, Canada. He tells Scully she can have baby William if she brings him the head of Fox Mulder. The Lone Gunmen attach a magnetic transponder to his car to track his whereabouts, but the device goes dead - perhaps because of interference from the ship. Back at the dig, an opening appears in the ship, giving Josepho hope that he can view the face of God. A blast of light shoots out of the hole, illuminating the night sky and clueing Scully to the dig's location. The ship then rises into the air, incinerating the cult members. Scully arrives at the scene and finds William, the sole survivor.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH8xbad_waI/AAAAAAAAHV4/ecTlVte9_68/s1600-h/Screenshot49.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH8xbad_waI/AAAAAAAAHV4/ecTlVte9_68/s400/Screenshot49.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223948439804428706" border="0" /></a>At FBI headquarters, Skinner tells Kersh that Comer's vital signs improved dramatically before he died, confirming Reyes' and Scully's story. Leaving the meeting, Skinner makes eye contact with the Toothpick Man... and we see spiny ridges on the back of his neck.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH8xt-ojL2I/AAAAAAAAHWA/JxbCxwdwSVM/s1600-h/Screenshot54.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH8xt-ojL2I/AAAAAAAAHWA/JxbCxwdwSVM/s400/Screenshot54.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223948758750015330" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Quotes:<br /></span><b style="font-style: italic;">Lieutenant Colonel Josepho:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> (voiceover)</span> The bible says god appeared to Moses in a burning bush. He came to Jesus on a mountaintop. For Buddha, god came while he sat under a tree. God came to me in a vision in the desert, February 26, 1991. My recon squad had engaged Saddam's army in a small Bedouin encampment. We'd been ambushed, taken all by surprise and there were casualties. We were holding our perimeter, and we might've held up, but on this day I had a terrible sense of foreboding, I saw the future of those brave men, and they were about to die. Death came to take my men... but not me. I was left as a witness to a vision. Angels... from heaven. 'Behold, a whirlwind came out of the north, and a brightness was about it. And out of the midst, came the likeness of four living creatures, and they had the likeness of a man.' <span style="font-style: italic;">(Ezekiel 1:4-5)</span> I knew why my life had been spared. That I was to deliver the message of these angels, of these sons of god, to deliver the message of the god who came before all other gods.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH8yTvANrZI/AAAAAAAAHWI/4RBSB2Tac2g/s1600-h/Screenshot01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH8yTvANrZI/AAAAAAAAHWI/4RBSB2Tac2g/s400/Screenshot01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223949407389330834" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> Agent Scully! What are you doing? I thought I told you you didn't need to be here.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> I just had to see this for myself.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> Go home.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>To what?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>I'm just saying, you don't need to put yourself through this, Dana. We've got every stop pulled; every available agent working to find your son.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> And AD Brad Follmer leading the charge.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> Deputy Director Kersh asked him to take the lead. He knows how to run a task force. I think you see that in there.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>I see a man who withholds information for Kersh. A man who not once, but twice, failed to prevent an attack on my son. You see a task force in there. I see a whitewash.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> I know you're upset but you can't possibly accuse Follmer or Kersh of having any part in this.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> What is it going to take for you? How many people have to be taken out for you to open your eyes to it? My son... Agent Doggett... Mulder.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> Kersh protected you by not telling you reports of Mulder's death. As did Follmer. As did I.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>You call it protection. I call it a systematic effort inside the FBI to eliminate us.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>You accuse anyone of anything in the FBI you have to accuse me along with them. Scully, where are you going?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>To find my son.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH8zAoaqNmI/AAAAAAAAHWQ/DrG-bNVAZV4/s1600-h/Screenshot07.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH8zAoaqNmI/AAAAAAAAHWQ/DrG-bNVAZV4/s400/Screenshot07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223950178715317858" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> We found her.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Who?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> The woman that took William. She's a wanted felon, and a part of the UFO cult that the FBI was investigating. I need anything that you can find on her, Monica, but I need you to get it quietly.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Langly:</b> Access denied? Yeah, we'll see about that.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> If they IDed the woman then why isn't the FBI investigating it?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> I asked them not to tell the FBI.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> What are you doing, Dana?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>I'm trying to get my son back.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Frohike:</b> We're locked on.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Langly:</b> Like there was ever a doubt.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Byers:</b> Which beings us that much closer to finding William. Langly's inside the system.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Langly:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>I'm hacked inside the phone company. Going to use their mainframe to scan the map for a locator signal.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Before William was kidnapped, Byers was able to tuck a cell phone under the padding of the baby's car seat.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Frohike:</b> Call the phone, and Langly can use the signal to find its location. Find the phone, find the baby.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>You mean, assuming the kidnapper hasn't found the phone.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Byers:</b> We'll keep trying.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH81HREfxqI/AAAAAAAAHWY/IRBSqgYAuWI/s1600-h/Screenshot18.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH81HREfxqI/AAAAAAAAHWY/IRBSqgYAuWI/s400/Screenshot18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223952491730683554" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Let go.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> Oh my god.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Let go of my hand. <span style="font-style: italic;">(to Reyes)</span> Turn off the monitors, or they're going to alert somebody. <span style="font-style: italic;">(Reyes turns off the monitors and Scully extubates Agent Comer)</span> Now, tell me, who sent you to kill my son, or I will take that pillow from under your head and make them the last breaths that you take.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Comer:</b> Your son has to die. I'm not what you think. Please... please... The FBI sent me uncover on a man named Josepho, to get inside his cult whose followers believe an alien race will rule the world. One day god told Josepho to lead us a thousand miles north to find a ship buried in the ground. You have a piece of that ship in your hand. Josepho believes that that ship is a temple which houses the physical manifestation of god.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Are you saying that god asked you to kill my child?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Comer:</b> No. Josepho said god spoke to him of a miracle child. A future saviour coveted by forces of good and evil. Josepho believes your son is this child.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Then why does he want to kill him?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Comer:</b> He doesn't. He wants to protect him. Josepho believes your son will follow in his father's paths and try and stop the aliens' return. Unless his father was to be killed. That is the prophesy.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> You came here to kill her son against this man and his cult? To stop them? Are you saying you believe this prophesy but acted alone?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>What he's saying, is that Mulder is dead. That that's true. That they killed him to fulfil this prophesy.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Comer:</b> And that your son must die, too. Or everyone... all of mankind will perish from earth. Please... please... let me. Please. Please...<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> (A nurse, FBI agents and the Toothpick Man enter the room)</span><br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Nurse:</b> What is going on here?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Toothpick Man:</b> What are you doing in here?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Nurse:</b> They turned off all the monitors. They removed his intubation.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Toothpick Man:</b> What are you doing in here?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>This patient does not need support. He's breathing on his own.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Toothpick Man:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Step outside. Both of you. Let's go. Get me ADs Follmer and Skinner.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH82U46mU6I/AAAAAAAAHWg/dc7ggBkcl2g/s1600-h/Screenshot30.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH82U46mU6I/AAAAAAAAHWg/dc7ggBkcl2g/s400/Screenshot30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223953825276515234" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Lieutenant Josepho:</b> Sorry to keep you waiting but I had to make sure you were alone. I only wish to protect the boy from those who'd harm him. He's a very special boy.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>I came here to take him back.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Lieutenant Josepho:</b> <i>'Behold, a whirlwind came out of the north and a brightness was about it. And out of the midst, came the likeness of four living creatures. And they had the likeness of a man.'</i> That's the bible. Did you know it?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><i>'Ephesians'</i>.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Lieutenant Josepho:</b> The bible... describing giants who walk the earth. Who'd believe it? Only the faithful and we who have seen them. These... super soldiers. The true sons of god.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> I want to see my son.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Lieutenant Josepho:</b> You struggle to believe. It's so incredible but your son will lead this alien race. He was put here to lead. I'll bring you to him, to see your son. After you do something for me. After you bring something I need. Confirmation that Mulder's dead.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> You killed Mulder.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Lieutenant Josepho:</b> No. I believed he was dead... but now I have reason to doubt that. And if he's alive, he's the one thing preventing your son's true destiny.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> You told me I could see my son. You lied.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Lieutenant Josepho:</b> If you want to see the boy... you'll bring me the head of Fox Mulder.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH83E4RZhQI/AAAAAAAAHWo/SUChHyVKQqs/s1600-h/Screenshot39.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH83E4RZhQI/AAAAAAAAHWo/SUChHyVKQqs/s400/Screenshot39.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223954649737430274" border="0" /></a><span class="f-bold f-666">Episode Number: 192 <br />Season Number: 9 <br />First Aired: Sunday, March 10, 2002 <br />Production Code: 9X11<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You can rate this episode below:</span></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08909082672994692941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138120172482108021.post-49057792295654801282008-07-16T13:51:00.020+02:002008-12-12T05:40:14.962+01:00Season 9: Provenance (9X10)<div style="text-align: center;">Written by: Chris Carter & Frank Spotnitz<br />Directed by: Kim Manners<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH3het3vewI/AAAAAAAAHSI/t0qxkpjCYnU/s1600-h/Screenshot61.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH3het3vewI/AAAAAAAAHSI/t0qxkpjCYnU/s400/Screenshot61.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223579060645362434" border="0" /></a>At the U.S./Canadian border in North Dakota, two night patrol agents spot a motorcyclist attempting an illegal border crossing. The agents give chase until the cyclist runs out of road and soars over a rocky ravine, his motorcycle bursting into flames. Amidst the cyclists belongings are rubbings of symbols taken from an alien spacecraft.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH3h0d3vexI/AAAAAAAAHSQ/9OxAWYt4018/s1600-h/Screenshot01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH3h0d3vexI/AAAAAAAAHSQ/9OxAWYt4018/s400/Screenshot01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223579434307517202" border="0" /></a>Later, Kersh and Follmer question Scully about the rubbings, but she refuses to cooperate until they reveal more about who or what is under investigation. She then makes her way to the X Files office, where she digs out a file containing the rubbing taken from the alien ship discovered in western Africa. She asks Reyes and Doggett for their help in solving the puzzle.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH3iLt3veyI/AAAAAAAAHSY/33mGJ23uAIM/s1600-h/Screenshot15.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH3iLt3veyI/AAAAAAAAHSY/33mGJ23uAIM/s400/Screenshot15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223579833739475746" border="0" /></a>Doggett goes to the Canadian border, but discovers that the FBI cannot locate the cyclist's body. In another wooded area nearby, the cyclist heals his injuries using an alien artefact. Meanwhile, Scully meets with Reyes to discuss the alien rubbings, which seem to contain text from the Bible, the Koran and scripture from around the world, although the spacecraft predates all of those by millions of years. Scully suspects the writings contain secrets about baby William.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH3ihd3vezI/AAAAAAAAHSg/v5Q4c5G_Y4c/s1600-h/Screenshot22.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH3ihd3vezI/AAAAAAAAHSg/v5Q4c5G_Y4c/s400/Screenshot22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223580207401630514" border="0" /></a>Skinner refuses to provide Doggett with information pertaining to the investigation, so he sneaks into Skinner's office and steals a file and the alien rubbings. Meanwhile, an excavation team in Canada works on unearthing a buried spaceship. Doggett makes his way to Reyes' apartment and shows her the information stolen from Skinner's office. It turns out that the cyclist is Special Agent Robert Comer. Doggett and Reyes contact Scully and ask her to meet with them to discuss the findings.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH3i3d3ve0I/AAAAAAAAHSo/gxvB-6v6jws/s1600-h/Screenshot30.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH3i3d3ve0I/AAAAAAAAHSo/gxvB-6v6jws/s400/Screenshot30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223580585358752578" border="0" /></a>It turns out that Comer infiltrated a UFO-worshiping religious cult based in North Dakota. The cult fled to Canada for reasons unknown to the agents. The FBI then concluded that Comer - turned to the dark side - and became just as crazy as the UFO worshipers he was investigating. Reyes then reveals that the rubbings Comer had in his possession do not match those of the craft found in Africa, so a second spacecraft must have been unearthed. When Scully returns home, she discovers her mother on the floor, her face bloodied. Mrs Scully warns that someone is trying to kill the baby. Scully draws her weapon and races into the nursery. Comer overpowers Scully, throws her out of the nursery and slams the door shut. He then picks up a pillow and starts to put it over the baby. Scully bursts open the door and opens fire, shooting Comer three times.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH3jPN3ve1I/AAAAAAAAHSw/8vkG0cmgEF0/s1600-h/Screenshot41.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH3jPN3ve1I/AAAAAAAAHSw/8vkG0cmgEF0/s400/Screenshot41.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223580993380645714" border="0" /></a>Doggett and Reyes race to Scully's apartment, where Comer lays dying. Despite Scully's objections, Doggett calls for an ambulance. Before Comer loses consciousness, Comer tells her that baby William must die. Later, Scully finds the alien artefact amidst Comer's possessions.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH3jld3ve2I/AAAAAAAAHS4/CjlMTqfz7rk/s1600-h/Screenshot48.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH3jld3ve2I/AAAAAAAAHS4/CjlMTqfz7rk/s400/Screenshot48.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223581375632735074" border="0" /></a>In Calgary, a woman in an overcoat reads about Comer's shooting in a newspaper. She relays the news to the excavation area, where a Lone Man tells her, "there's only one thing to do." Back at the FBI, Kersh and Follmer meet with Scully, Doggett and Skinner. Follmer explains that Comer was dispatched to infiltrate the cult based on a series of threats made on Mulder's life. The FBI intercepted a message that Mulder was already dead.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH3j-N3ve3I/AAAAAAAAHTA/Ufb7GR-GfxI/s1600-h/Screenshot55.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH3j-N3ve3I/AAAAAAAAHTA/Ufb7GR-GfxI/s400/Screenshot55.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223581800834497394" border="0" /></a>Back at home, Scully enters her bedroom when she hears a strange sound. She notices the top drawer of her dresser bouncing violently. Scully opens the drawer, releasing the alien artefact, which flies across the room and into the nursery. It stops just above baby William's face and he plucks it out of the air. Just as quickly, Scully snatches it back.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH3kPt3ve4I/AAAAAAAAHTI/fHidd-XLb0I/s1600-h/Screenshot60.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH3kPt3ve4I/AAAAAAAAHTI/fHidd-XLb0I/s400/Screenshot60.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223582101482208130" border="0" /></a>Scully packs a small suitcase and Reyes and Doggett follow her out of the apartment. On the street, Doggett spots the Overcoat Woman (from the excavation) sitting in an SUV. Reyes and Scully drive off, but Doggett remains behind. When Doggett approaches the SUV, the engine roars to life and heads toward him. Doggett draws his gun and fires a shot, but is run down.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH3km93ve5I/AAAAAAAAHTQ/06-eaKofBQ8/s1600-h/Screenshot65.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH3km93ve5I/AAAAAAAAHTQ/06-eaKofBQ8/s400/Screenshot65.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223582500914166674" border="0" /></a>Meanwhile, Scully and Reyes meet up with the Lone Gunmen, who promise to care for baby William. But as the Gunmen drive away, the Overcoat Woman pulls out a gun, and Langly loses control and crashes. When Scully and Reyes return to the apartment, they learn about Doggett. Scully realizes her baby is in jeopardy and heads off. Meanwhile, the Overcoat Woman places a gun to Byers' head, demanding the baby.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH3k4d3ve6I/AAAAAAAAHTY/YAXCf-PKjHo/s1600-h/Screenshot69.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH3k4d3ve6I/AAAAAAAAHTY/YAXCf-PKjHo/s400/Screenshot69.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223582801561877410" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Quotes:<br /></span><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b> Have a seat, please, Agent Scully...<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>May I ask what this is about?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b> You can take a seat, please.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Assistant Director Follmer:</b> Deputy Director Kersh has called you here today to ask you a few questions, Agent Scully. All right, just a few... routine questions.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b> Do you know what this is? <span style="font-style: italic;">(He holds up an evidence bag containing the charred remains of an artefact rubbing)</span><br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Should I?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Assistant Director Follmer:</b> It's a simple question, Agent Scully. Do you know what this is?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>I'm not sure.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b> But you've seen it before.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Am I under suspicion here?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Assistant Director Follmer:</b> Assistant Director Skinner led us to believe that you'd be able to identify this piece of evidence.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> And why is that?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Assistant Director Follmer:</b> Well, you once worked on the X-Files.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Well, if this is an X-File then why don't you ask somebody who's working on the X-Files?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Assistant Director Follmer:</b> Because we're asking you.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Where did you get these?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b> They were found during an illegal border crossing in North Dakota. Canada to the US.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>An illegal border crossing by whom?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Assistant Director Follmer:</b> As I said, we're asking the questions here today, Agent Scully.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b> What AD Follmer is saying is; your co-operation is important to this investigation, Agent Scully.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> I'd like to co-operate. I'd be happy to co-operate. I just wish that you would tell me who or what you are investigating.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH3mIN3ve7I/AAAAAAAAHTg/H83g_MrFumg/s1600-h/Screenshot08.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH3mIN3ve7I/AAAAAAAAHTg/H83g_MrFumg/s400/Screenshot08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223584171656444850" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> Why? What are you looking for?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> These. <span style="font-style: italic;">(She pulls a file from a filing cabinet and opens it)</span><br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> What are they?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Rubbings. Taken from the surface structure of a craft.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> A craft?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> A spacecraft. Agent Doggett, if you can wrap your brain around that. They were found by fishermen off the western coast of Africa. Two years ago, I travelled there to study it and I took these.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>What does this have to do with Follmer?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> This morning I was called into the Deputy Director's office and I was shown an exact copy of that rubbing. I was asked by senior staff to identify it for them.<br /><b>Reyes:</b> And where did they get them?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> A guy running the North Dakota border from Canada. Or so they say.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> What did you tell them about these?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Nothing.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> And what aren't you telling us?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> That they're powerful.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> We're talking about pieces of paper with marks on it.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> They're not just marks, Agent Doggett. It's writing. Words. Powerful words. And if the FBI has them and they're keeping their investigation of them a secret, then they have a sense of their power as well.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH3nLt3ve8I/AAAAAAAAHTo/H-u6anAN64U/s1600-h/Screenshot12.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH3nLt3ve8I/AAAAAAAAHTo/H-u6anAN64U/s400/Screenshot12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223585331297614786" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> What I'm reading in your field report on these rubbings, Dana — there's something I didn't understand. You say these were taken off a spacecraft. You determined they were words — writings. You didn't tell us you knew what they said.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> What little I read was through the help of an interpreter.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> But you interpreted them as text from the Bible, from the Koran... scripture from religions around the world. And science, too. The periodic table of elements.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Yes.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> And you wrote in your report they were millions of years old.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Based on radiometric readings from fossils that were encrusted on the surface of the ship.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> Agent Scully, I know you've become more open-minded about these things... but do you know what it is you're saying here? If it were true, these symbols wouldn't just be words... they'd be the very word of god on the surface of an alien spacecraft.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> It'd mean that everything mankind believes in... is in question.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>And you believe this?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> I didn't. I mean, I refused to believe it. But now I think... I think there may be answers there.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> Answers to what?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Answers about my son. I know how that sounds. I have no one else to say it to. That I was meant to find these... somehow. These were meant for me.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> But why would the FBI keep that from you? From us? And what exactly do they want with them?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Those are questions I can't answer.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH3oEN3ve9I/AAAAAAAAHTw/F_Lz7vTap0c/s1600-h/Screenshot26.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH3oEN3ve9I/AAAAAAAAHTw/F_Lz7vTap0c/s400/Screenshot26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223586301960223698" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Where did you get those?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> I got 'em... and the FBI's file on the man who was carrying them. He's one of ours — working deep undercover. Infiltrating a religious group, some kind of whacked-out UFO cult. A case they never told us about.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Where's this cult supposed to be?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> North Dakota. And at some point, they up and disappear into Canada. Agent goes right along with them. FBI loses all contact with him.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> What did they think this guy was doing running across the US border carrying these rubbings on him?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>The FBI thinks he went over to the dark side. Became whacked-out himself. And that's the secret they've been trying to keep from everybody.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> That's it? That's the big secret?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> That and... they can't seem to find him the best I can figure.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>I was questioned this morning, by the senior staff of the FBI. Not about an FBI agent, but about these rubbings. There's got to be something more. There has to be.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> There may be, Agent Scully. But I'm not sure even the FBI is aware of it. How could they be without access to your files?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>What are you talking about?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> The set of rubbings the man smuggled over the border doesn't match the rubbings you took.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Wait a second. How can that be?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>It could only be that this whacked UFO cult found a second spacecraft.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH3pcN3ve-I/AAAAAAAAHT4/asKotGkxs9c/s1600-h/Screenshot39.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH3pcN3ve-I/AAAAAAAAHT4/asKotGkxs9c/s400/Screenshot39.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223587813788711906" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>That man — that FBI agent — came here to kill my baby.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> You got to help this man.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> No, not until he tells me why.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> He's not going to tell anybody anything unless you get him to a hospital. This man is losing blood fast.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>I am not going to turn him over to the FBI! I am not going to let them cover their tracks on this one! <span style="font-style: italic;">(She grabs Agent Comer's shirt)</span> Why? Why do you want to hurt my son? Agent Doggett, put down the phone! He has to answer me!<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Comer:</b> He has to...<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>What? Say it!<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Comer:</b> Your son...<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Say it!<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Comer:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>...has to die.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Why? Who told you that? He's my son! He's my son!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH3qP93ve_I/AAAAAAAAHUA/YQvmy3VTnTg/s1600-h/Screenshot47.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH3qP93ve_I/AAAAAAAAHUA/YQvmy3VTnTg/s400/Screenshot47.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223588702846942194" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> This is just going to be another interrogation, I prefer to stand.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Agent Scully, a man was shot in your apartment. An FBI agent.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Trying to kill my son.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b> That is not in question here. There'll be an investigation.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Another secret investigation or one where I'm given advance warning that my family's life is in danger?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Assistant Director Follmer:</b> It would help us to help you if you could tell us anything this man might have communicated to you.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> I wouldn't tell him anything, not until they explain why all the hush-hush over this case, why the doublespeak — the mincing words from Mr Follmer — 'cause I want answers myself.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b> The man you shot had been undercover, which you've already found out through whatever <i>'unethical'</i> means. His assignment was to infiltrate a religious cult. A cult led by a former military officer. A very dangerous man by all accounts, and who also believed in very dangerous ideas... about aliens.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> And why wasn't I told? Why not Agent Doggett? Why not Agent Reyes? Why wasn't this an X-File?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> I asked them to put somebody else on the case because I was afraid after all that you'd been through it just might break you.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> What are you talking about?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b> Agent Comer — our undercover man — was sent to infiltrate the cult... based on a series of... threats.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> What threats? Threats to who? To me, to my child...<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Assistant Director Follmer:</b> Threats... on Agent Mulder's life.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> That's what this is about? Then why pull me in here and show me those rubbings? I don't understand.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Assistant Director Follmer:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Before losing all contact with our undercover agent, he sent us a communication. A communication we've been trying to confirm that... that Mulder was already dead.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH3rEt3vfAI/AAAAAAAAHUI/em2rmKjNdd4/s1600-h/Screenshot54.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SH3rEt3vfAI/AAAAAAAAHUI/em2rmKjNdd4/s400/Screenshot54.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223589609085041666" border="0" /></a><span class="f-bold f-666">Episode Number: 191 <br />Season Number: 9 <br />First Aired: Sunday, March 3, 2002 <br />Production Code: 9X10<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You can rate this episode below:</span></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08909082672994692941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138120172482108021.post-17291821078763116132008-07-15T16:35:00.014+02:002008-12-12T05:40:17.361+01:00Season 9: Hellbound (9X04)<div style="text-align: center;">Written by: David Amann<br />Directed by: Kim Manners<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHy2WdI908I/AAAAAAAAHQI/KR3rJz7xzOs/s1600-h/Screenshot55.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHy2WdI908I/AAAAAAAAHQI/KR3rJz7xzOs/s400/Screenshot55.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223250164738544578" border="0" /></a>Inside a church in Novi, Virginia, Dr. Lisa Holland holds a management group for ex-convicts. One of the men, Terry Pruit, tells the others that his life has turned around since he joined the group. But another man, Ed, scoffs at the idea of being able to change. A short time later, another man in the group, whose name is Victor, tells Holland that he has been experiencing bad dreams in which he sees people being skinned alive. After the session ends, Victor experiences a vision... and sees Ed completely skinned from head to toe.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHy2qNI909I/AAAAAAAAHQQ/yoF92-fVezc/s1600-h/Screenshot03.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHy2qNI909I/AAAAAAAAHQQ/yoF92-fVezc/s400/Screenshot03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223250504040960978" border="0" /></a>One night, Reyes informs Doggett about Victor Potts' murder. Doggett enters the morgue, where Scully shows him Potts' body, which has been completely skinned. Reyes then informs Doggett that Potts had a premonition about being skinned alive only hours before he was killed. Both Doggett and Scully sense that something about the case is troubling Reyes. Later, at a meat packing plant, Terry has a vision... in which he sees Ed skinned alive.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHy3E9I90-I/AAAAAAAAHQY/K90t5XSlJxM/s1600-h/Screenshot22.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHy3E9I90-I/AAAAAAAAHQY/K90t5XSlJxM/s400/Screenshot22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223250963602461666" border="0" /></a>With the assistance of Detective Van Allen, Reyes and Doggett interview Dr. Holland, who remains neutral about whether or not Ed could have killed Victor. After the meeting ends, Doggett realizes that Reyes contacted Holland about the case. Meanwhile, Scully contacts Dr. Bertram Mueller, a retired medical examiner. Scully questions Mueller about a John Doe case from 1960. The victim had been skinned alive. Mueller informs Scully that the sheriff wanted to keep the incident quiet, as the victim was a drifter. One day, the sheriff put a bullet through his own head. Before Scully leaves, Mueller informs her about other similar deaths.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHy3Z9I90_I/AAAAAAAAHQg/fFj6vkkTrvU/s1600-h/Screenshot28.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHy3Z9I90_I/AAAAAAAAHQg/fFj6vkkTrvU/s400/Screenshot28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223251324379714546" border="0" /></a>The agents are summoned to the meat packing plant when Terry's skinned body is discovered. Doggett is shocked when he realizes Terry is still alive. When Doggett asks Terry to name the perpetrator, Terry tells him is was Ed. Later, Doggett takes Ed into custody. Reyes questions Ed... and tells him that she is seeing the same visions. A short time later, Van Allen sets Ed free, as his girlfriend has vouched for his whereabouts at the time of the murder. Scully runs a background check on two of the victims murdered in 1960. Both were ex-convicts. One man died on Victor's birthday, while the other died on Terry's birthday.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHy3y9I91AI/AAAAAAAAHQo/JCgzJ_lFEac/s1600-h/Screenshot16.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHy3y9I91AI/AAAAAAAAHQo/JCgzJ_lFEac/s400/Screenshot16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223251753876444162" border="0" /></a>When Reyes instincts tell her that Ed may also be in danger, Doggett races to his house. Unfortunately, Doggett finds Ed's body, which has been stripped of skin. Reyes tells Doggett that she senses she's somehow involved in the murders, as if she possesses some kind of memory of it from long ago. She believes the perpetrator wanted to murder the victims' souls. Doggett scoffs at the notion that reincarnation is involved. Reyes then realizes that the rag found stuffed in Ed's mouth is black from coal dust from a mine.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHy4G9I91BI/AAAAAAAAHQw/Bm3bvpNd4ck/s1600-h/Screenshot39.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHy4G9I91BI/AAAAAAAAHQw/Bm3bvpNd4ck/s400/Screenshot39.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223252097473827858" border="0" /></a>She and Doggett head to the abandoned mine, where Doggett discovers the skeleton of a sheriff. Reyes makes her way deeper into the tunnel, where she discovers human skins in various stages of decay. A figure armed with a hunting knife steps out of the shadows and grabs hold of Reyes. The figure, it turns out, is Detective Van Allen. Suddenly, Van Allen runs off down a tunnel. Reyes tells Doggett that Van Allen is avenging his own murder in 1860. All the murders linked to the case have been in groups of four. Reyes believes Van Allen takes his own life so he can restart the cycle again and again.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHy4ltI91CI/AAAAAAAAHQ4/GRvXd4t0T4g/s1600-h/Screenshot73.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHy4ltI91CI/AAAAAAAAHQ4/GRvXd4t0T4g/s400/Screenshot73.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223252625754805282" border="0" /></a>She phones the church, and warns Dr. Holland that her life may be in danger. This gives Holland a slight edge when Van Allen launches his attack. She runs out of the church, with Van Allen in hot pursuit. Reyes suddenly appears and opens fire, putting a bullet through Van Allen's chest. Before he dies, Van Allen tells Reyes that, in the past, she has always failed.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHy5AtI91DI/AAAAAAAAHRA/JtsEJXMXkhI/s1600-h/Screenshot85.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHy5AtI91DI/AAAAAAAAHRA/JtsEJXMXkhI/s400/Screenshot85.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223253089611273266" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Notes:<br /></span> A doctor in the episode is named Sackheim after a producer/director on The X Files.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Quotes:<br /></span><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Damn. I've seen a bunch of these when I was a cop. It's a favourite of some of the pan-asian gangs.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>The difference is Victor Potts had a premonition of his death.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> And?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> That was my question.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> What I'm saying is, this man was skinned alive just hours after describing it in exact detail.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Maybe he could describe it because maybe somebody threatened him.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> He said it came in a dream, or a vision, according to the woman who last spoke to him.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Who's that?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> Dr Lisa Holland. She's a therapist who runs an anger management group for ex-cons.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Lifelong criminal's bound to have some bad enemies. People capable of this very thing. I mean, unless there's something here that I'm just not seeing.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Well, from what I could see from my visual exam the skin was removed with considerable skill by someone using a hunting-type knife. Arteries and veins were left intact so as to prolong the period that the victim would suffer.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Terrible way to die, for sure.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> I know.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Is there anything else... Agent Reyes? Something special that brought this case to your attention as a possible X-File?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>No. I just know I need to solve this and I'd appreciate your help.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHy6D9I91EI/AAAAAAAAHRI/5w7hCrjApCk/s1600-h/Screenshot10.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHy6D9I91EI/AAAAAAAAHRI/5w7hCrjApCk/s400/Screenshot10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223254244957475906" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Dr Mueller:</b> In all my days, I never saw anything as inhuman as this. <span style="font-style: italic;">(He's looking through the case file and autopsy photos)</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Sir, I haven't located police records from the investigation. Was there ever a suspect who was charged or arrested in this case as far as you know?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Dr Mueller:</b> No suspects, no investigation for that matter.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> I don't understand.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Dr Mueller:</b> The victim was a John Doe — a nobody. Carl Hobart, the county sheriff, figured he was a drifter. Hobart said he didn't want to stir up the community.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>And no one called him on that?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Dr Mueller:</b> I tried... the sheriff had other things on his mind, I suppose.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Why do you say that?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Dr Mueller:</b> Well, it wasn't long after that he put a bullet through his head. What are you thinking, doctor? This is some copycat murder 40-odd years later?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> If so, it's the most perfectly executed that I've ever seen. And why copy an obscure murder that nobody's ever even heard of?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Dr Mueller:</b> A string of murders.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> I'm sorry?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Dr Mueller:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>I thought you knew. John Doe... was only the first.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHy7AdI91FI/AAAAAAAAHRQ/WV3IBcdiTrg/s1600-h/Screenshot27.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHy7AdI91FI/AAAAAAAAHRQ/WV3IBcdiTrg/s400/Screenshot27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223255284339561554" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> Agent Scully?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Agent Reyes.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> What are these?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>I showed you files of men killed in 1960, skinned alive like the current victims. Well, I had two of those bodies exhumed looking for crossover forensic details.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Are there any?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Yes, there are cuts in the bone... on the tibias and on the shoulder girdles, that matched the cutting patterns I found on Victor Potts... using the exact same knife which left a signature pattern of grooves.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> Same knife, same killer, that's what you're saying, right?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Well, it's even weirder than that. I ran bios and backgrounds from the victims from 1960.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> They're both ex-convicts like the current victims?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Mm-hmm. But look at the date that they died.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> March 8th, 1960. June 21st, 1960.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Birth dates of Victor Potts and Terry Pruit. Potts and Pruit were born on the exact same dates that the previous victims died. You knew that we'd find something like this didn't you, Agent Reyes? How?<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHy7udI91GI/AAAAAAAAHRY/HofBgWNzNIM/s1600-h/Screenshot58.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHy7udI91GI/AAAAAAAAHRY/HofBgWNzNIM/s400/Screenshot58.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223256074613544034" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> This thing with the birthdays is weird, no doubt about it. Looks to me like we're dealing with a real sick puppy here.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> I don't think so.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Choosing your victims because of their damn birth dates, it's the very definition of a serial killer. I think we should get the boys from behavioural science out on this.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> No. That's not what's happening here.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> It's the only thing that makes sense.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> To you.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Okay, what do you think it is?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> He knew he was going to die. He had a premonition of his death. Just like the first victim did.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> So how do you figure that?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>I'm involved in this some way. I have some kind of memory of it. It's all happened before and now it's happening again.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> You mean that it's a copycat and you have some kind of recall.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> These men were born to die this way. The same way they died before.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> The same way they died before?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Not the men... but their souls. Their souls are murdered over and over again from one lifetime to the next. By someone who won't let them rest.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> How's this happening... their souls coming back? Reincarnation?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> It doesn't strike you, that these men were all born on the dates of the previous victims' deaths?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Yeah, it strikes me. It strikes me that the killer is clever.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> A rag is stuffed in his mouth. A dirty rag. Black with soot. Coal dust... from a coal mine.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> How the hell did you know that?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>I don't know.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHy8itI91HI/AAAAAAAAHRg/GbC0L_nr39Q/s1600-h/Screenshot75.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHy8itI91HI/AAAAAAAAHRg/GbC0L_nr39Q/s400/Screenshot75.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223256972261708914" border="0" /></a><span class="f-bold f-666">Episode Number: 190 <br />Season Number: 9 <br />First Aired: Sunday, January 27, 2002 <br />Production Code: 9X04<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You can rate this episode below:</span></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08909082672994692941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138120172482108021.post-72257841436303750732008-07-15T11:53:00.017+02:002008-12-12T05:40:22.168+01:00Season 9: John Doe (9X07)<div style="text-align: center;">Written by: Vince Gilligan<br />Directed by: Michelle MacLaren<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHx0MNI90sI/AAAAAAAAHOA/4oxAVpSVbNE/s1600-h/Screenshot67.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHx0MNI90sI/AAAAAAAAHOA/4oxAVpSVbNE/s400/Screenshot67.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223177420877451970" border="0" /></a>Doggett awakens inside an abandoned warehouse only to discover a crack addict in the process of removing one of his shoes. Doggett chases the man outside, where the man summons two Mexican police officers and claims he was the victim of a mugging. The policemen hit Doggett with their nightsticks and demand a passport. Doggett suddenly realises he does not know his own name.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHx0kNI90tI/AAAAAAAAHOI/cuUjP_WVbw8/s1600-h/Screenshot03.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHx0kNI90tI/AAAAAAAAHOI/cuUjP_WVbw8/s400/Screenshot03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223177833194312402" border="0" /></a>Doggett is transported to jail where he strikes up a conversation with a fellow prisoner, a large man named Domingo. A short time later, Domingo's cohort, Nestor, shows up at the jail with a quantity of cash - money used to bribe the police officers and win Domingo's freedom. Domingo then offers to use his money to win Doggett's release, with the proviso Doggett return the favor by performing a job for him.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHx1WdI90uI/AAAAAAAAHOQ/dbB-lS5vWF4/s1600-h/Screenshot12.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHx1WdI90uI/AAAAAAAAHOQ/dbB-lS5vWF4/s400/Screenshot12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223178696482738914" border="0" /></a>But once Doggett wins his freedom, he refuses to perform Domingo's task. Domingo pulls out a gun, but Doggett quickly overpowers him and takes away the weapon. Doggett then returns to the abandoned warehouse in hopes of finding clues to his identity. There, he encounters the crackhead. Doggett retrieves his stolen shoe, then demands to know what else the crackhead removed from his person. The crackhead produces a tiny silver skull.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHx1r9I90vI/AAAAAAAAHOY/23YvPgtaeX8/s1600-h/Screenshot25.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHx1r9I90vI/AAAAAAAAHOY/23YvPgtaeX8/s400/Screenshot25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223179065849926386" border="0" /></a>Unfortunately, Doggett has no memory of the strange clue. With nowhere else to turn, Doggett approaches Domingo, who reveals that he smuggles illegal immigrants into the United States for profit. Domingo then fronts Doggett some spending money so he can rent a room.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHx2b9I90wI/AAAAAAAAHOg/r8QBA1xkTNE/s1600-h/Screenshot34.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHx2b9I90wI/AAAAAAAAHOg/r8QBA1xkTNE/s400/Screenshot34.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223179890483647234" border="0" /></a>Later, Doggett sees a caballero inside a cantina and a hint of recognition passes over him. But the caballero assures Doggett the two have not met. Doggett then make his way to his hotel room, where he discovers two mysterious crescent moon shapes on his temples. He also discovers a marine corps tattoo on his shoulder. Meanwhile, back at the FBI, Skinner and Scully examine a video grab from a security camera positioned at the Mexican border. It shows Doggett crossing the border bridge on foot at night. But Kersh disbands the task force hunting for Doggett, as he believes the photo is proof that Doggett entered Mexico on his own and was not abducted. It is then revealed that Doggett was investigating the disappearance of a banker named Hollis Rice.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHx22dI90xI/AAAAAAAAHOo/KVyyrAz5CKI/s1600-h/Screenshot40.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHx22dI90xI/AAAAAAAAHOo/KVyyrAz5CKI/s400/Screenshot40.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223180345750180626" border="0" /></a>In an FBI field office in Texas, Reyes interviews Mr. Molina, a drug trafficker with whom Doggett most likely interviewed around the time of his disappearance. But Molina and his lawyer refuse to cooperate with the investigation. Back in Mexico, Doggett phones a Marines public affairs office hoping his tattoo will shed some light on his true identity. But before the marine sergeant who takes his call can be of help, Doggett notices some Mexican policemen nearby. He quickly flees the area.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHx3MdI90yI/AAAAAAAAHOw/02zB6qScqrs/s1600-h/Screenshot49.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHx3MdI90yI/AAAAAAAAHOw/02zB6qScqrs/s400/Screenshot49.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223180723707302690" border="0" /></a>Meanwhile, Nestor approaches the Caballero and questions him about 'the American' in Domingo's company. It becomes apparent that the Caballero knows Doggett is an FBI agent and is somehow involved in Doggett' predicament. The Caballero tells Nestor it would be of no concern to him if Nestor wants to kill Doggett. Scully, meanwhile, receives word of Doggett's call to the Marines. She then arranges to have the call traced.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHx3itI90zI/AAAAAAAAHO4/GTqkhq2Z1JI/s1600-h/Screenshot55.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHx3itI90zI/AAAAAAAAHO4/GTqkhq2Z1JI/s400/Screenshot55.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223181105959392050" border="0" /></a>Inside a garage, Doggett sets about performing some repair work on an old bus used by Domingo and his smuggling operation. Nestor enters the garage and draws the gun. Thinking quickly, Doggett twists a jack level holding the bus off the ground, dropping the vehicle over him and blocking Nestor's line of fire... and dropping the bus's wheel onto Nestor's foot. Nestor screams in pain. Though he was almost crushed, Doggett extricates himself and gets the jump on Nestor. Doggett surprises Domingo and demands to know what he knows. Domingo tells him that he's a 'desaparecido', or one of the disappeared ones. The drug cartel Doggett had been investigating owns the town. Most people snooping around wind up dead, but those who make more trouble dead end up walking around with their memories snatched away. Doggett experiences several flashbacks involving his son, Luke.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHx34tI900I/AAAAAAAAHPA/Hfd7OPXEw5s/s1600-h/Screenshot43.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHx34tI900I/AAAAAAAAHPA/Hfd7OPXEw5s/s400/Screenshot43.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223181483916514114" border="0" /></a>Domingo tells the Caballero about his conversation with Doggett. The Caballero grows suspicious, believing Domingo may have said too much. He decides to find out for himself. He then sinks his thumbnails into Domingo's temples (explaining the crescent marks on Doggett) and proceeds to 'download' his memory. Meanwhile, Reyes tracks Doggett to the garage and tells him that she is his partner. Suddenly, three Mexican police cars pull up in front of the garage and several shotgun-toting officers disembark. As the agents prepare to do battle with the policemen, Doggett's memory - and his memories of what happened to Luke - return. The mental anguish leaves Doggett in a near catatonic state.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHx4QtI901I/AAAAAAAAHPI/rHCTYwJx7N4/s1600-h/Screenshot68.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHx4QtI901I/AAAAAAAAHPI/rHCTYwJx7N4/s400/Screenshot68.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223181896233374546" border="0" /></a>Eventually, Doggett manages to pull himself together. He climbs into the driver's seat and puts the bus in motion. But he soon loses control and the vehicle rolls over on its side. The corrupt Mexican policeman come forward, about to finish the job. But suddenly, Skinner appears at the scene, accompanied by a group of Federales. Later, Doggett confronts the Caballero. The Caballero is surprised that Doggett wanted his memory back, as there is so much pain inside him. But Doggett responds that his pain is his own.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHx4tNI902I/AAAAAAAAHPQ/jsrRNropY2w/s1600-h/Screenshot74.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHx4tNI902I/AAAAAAAAHPQ/jsrRNropY2w/s400/Screenshot74.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223182385859646306" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Notes:<br /></span>'John Doe' is generally the name given to someone with amnesia, as well as 'Jane Doe' for females, simply as something to call them until their real identities are discovered.<br /><br />This is only the second X-Files episode to be directed by a woman, co-executive producer Michele MacLaren. Gillian Anderson made her writing/directing debut with <a href="http://in-the-x-i-believe.blogspot.com/2007/09/season-7-all-things-7x17.html">''All Things''</a> in Season 7.<br /><br />Doggett's wife is played by Robert Patrick's real wife, Barbara Patrick.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Quotes:<br /></span><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Where are we? What's the name of this place?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Domingo Salmeron:</b> What, the jail?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> The town? Tell me the name of the town. Tell me where I am.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Domingo Salmeron:</b> San Gradura.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Mexico?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Domingo Salmeron:</b> Man, if you can't remember, you must have had one fine good time getting here. What's your name? Damn, you don't know that either, huh? Call you <i>'One Shoe'</i>. <span style="font-style: italic;">(to other prisoners)</span> Señor Un Zapato, huh? <span style="font-style: italic;">(to Doggett)</span> One Shoe, what do you know?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> I know I'm getting the hell out of here.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Domingo Salmeron:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>You got money to bribe the police? That's what it takes.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> I just need to get to a phone and call the US Embassy.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Domingo Salmeron:</b> Yeah, they can get you home, I guess. Where is home? You know what I think, One Shoe? Maybe getting home is not in your best interest.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> How's that?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Domingo Salmeron:</b> This isn't Tijuana or Cabo. We don't see Americans in this town unless they're on the run from something, somebody. This town... people like you come here to disappear.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> People like me? You don't know me.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Domingo Salmeron:</b> Hey, <b>you</b> don't know you.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHx6VtI903I/AAAAAAAAHPY/oM20MA16iq8/s1600-h/Screenshot15.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHx6VtI903I/AAAAAAAAHPY/oM20MA16iq8/s400/Screenshot15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223184181155976050" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b> AD Skinner, Agent Scully. What's this I'm hearing about Mexico?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Well, this came in last night from US Customs. It's a blow-up from a security camera at the border crossing in Laredo, Texas. It was taken at 12:50am on the morning of the fourth.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b> We're sure this is Doggett?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> It's been scanned to Agent Reyes. She also believes it is him.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b> I'd say this reshapes the investigation.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>It's our first solid lead. Now with your permission, I'd like to contact our Legat's office and extend our task force south of the border.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>I'm not extending the task force. I'm disbanding it.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Excuse me?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b> I see no other choice. For the past twelve days I've had 40 agents working overtime scouring the entire State of Texas, in what appears to be a waste of effort. I can't move them lock, stock and barrel into Mexico, not on the strength of this. Turn it over to the Mexican Federal Police. Doggett's in their jurisdiction, not ours.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Sir, he could be injured.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b> Whether you believe it or not I want to find him as badly as you do. But the FBI's resources are already taxed by National Security concerns. There are political realities I have to account for.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> Sir, Agent Reyes is still in San Antonio. She was raised in Mexico. She could offer the Federal Police some onsite help.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>She can help them all she wants. But from <b>this</b> side of the border.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHx6-dI904I/AAAAAAAAHPg/T3fHNPP3CXg/s1600-h/Screenshot37.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHx6-dI904I/AAAAAAAAHPg/T3fHNPP3CXg/s400/Screenshot37.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223184881235645314" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Monica.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> Dana.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Surprise, surprise.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>How did you escape Kersh's cost-cutting regimen? Did you see? He shut us down.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Well, actually he doesn't know that I'm here. Nor does he know that Skinner is headed to Mexico to consult with the Federal Police. Perfect timing, I hope. Look what just got handed to me. This says that someone in Mexico is trying to track down a former Marine matching Doggett's description. It says that he was in an accident and possibly suffering from amnesia.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> Wait... Detective Ladatel?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Yeah, that's who placed the call. Does that sound familiar to you?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> Ladatel is a Mexican telephone calling card.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>We'll trace the call.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHx7h9I905I/AAAAAAAAHPo/lqAr4emhGm0/s1600-h/Screenshot52.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHx7h9I905I/AAAAAAAAHPo/lqAr4emhGm0/s400/Screenshot52.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223185491121001362" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> They're telling us to come out.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Sure, they want us to make it easy for them. Cartel owns the cops in this town. They're going to kill us.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> They're going to try.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Take cover. It won't be long before they get tired of waiting. So, we're partners, huh? How long we been working together?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> Not long. But we've known each other for years. They're giving us one minute.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> What's the name of my son? Think it's weird. It's the only thing I can remember is I have a son. I can see his face, but I can't remember his name.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> Luke.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Luke. How old is Luke? I can't even remember that. Oh god. Oh god, no. He's dead. He was murdered. Is that right? Is that right? He was kidnapped. He was just a little boy. He was... Oh!<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> The FBI got involved. I was assigned to the case. That's when you and I met.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Oh god!<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> Oh god, John, they're smoking us out. John, I need you here. I need you to focus here, John. John! JOHN! If we're going to die here you're going to die on your feet! You hear me? Do you hear me?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Get in the bus. Hang on!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHx8ZNI906I/AAAAAAAAHPw/hXaCegFlBD0/s1600-h/Screenshot75.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHx8ZNI906I/AAAAAAAAHPw/hXaCegFlBD0/s400/Screenshot75.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223186440308773794" border="0" /></a><span class="f-bold f-666">Episode Number: 189 <br />Season Number: 9 <br />First Aired: Sunday, January 13, 2002 <br />Production Code: 9X07<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You can rate this episode below:</span></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08909082672994692941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138120172482108021.post-65939372343958605182008-07-14T23:11:00.021+02:002008-12-12T05:40:27.166+01:00Season 9: Trust No 1 (9X08)<div style="text-align: center;">Written by: Chris Carter & Frank Spotnitz<br />Directed by: Tony Wharmby<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHvCQdI90YI/AAAAAAAAHLY/z78uBp-sreM/s1600-h/Screenshot19.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHvCQdI90YI/AAAAAAAAHLY/z78uBp-sreM/s400/Screenshot19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222981780822151554" border="0" /></a>In Washington, D.C., Scully pushes baby William in his stroller down a sidewalk. She makes her way to an Internet cafe, where she logs on to a server and checks her e-mail. She opens a posting addressed 'Trust No 1.' The message is from Mulder, who speaks of his longing for Scully and William.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHvCltI90ZI/AAAAAAAAHLg/faQpuqbAVx4/s1600-h/Screenshot35.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHvCltI90ZI/AAAAAAAAHLg/faQpuqbAVx4/s400/Screenshot35.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222982145894371730" border="0" /></a>Scully's attention shifts to a young woman, who leaves her baby unattended while arguing with a man on the street. The young woman makes her way back to the Internet cafe, where she apologizes to Scully.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHvC2tI90aI/AAAAAAAAHLo/sJffP75bio4/s1600-h/Screenshot40.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHvC2tI90aI/AAAAAAAAHLo/sJffP75bio4/s400/Screenshot40.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222982437952147874" border="0" /></a>At Quantico, Doggett and Reyes approach Scully with word of an individual contacting the X-Files through intelligence channels who wishes to speak with Mulder because he possesses classified military files on bio-engineered soldiers. But the source will only deal with Mulder personally. But Scully believes it would be a mistake to make contact with Mulder because doing so might endanger him.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHvDRtI90bI/AAAAAAAAHLw/NoL5ktI_8rk/s1600-h/Screenshot45.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHvDRtI90bI/AAAAAAAAHLw/NoL5ktI_8rk/s400/Screenshot45.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222982901808615858" border="0" /></a>As Scully parks her car near her apartment building, she observes the young woman having an argument with a driver. The driver grabs the woman's baby and speeds off in his car. Scully invites the woman into her apartment, where the woman introduces herself as Patti.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHvDjNI90cI/AAAAAAAAHL4/k2u1TRaNW_8/s1600-h/Screenshot48.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHvDjNI90cI/AAAAAAAAHL4/k2u1TRaNW_8/s400/Screenshot48.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222983202456326594" border="0" /></a>Meanwhile, Doggett summons Reyes to a warehouse. Doggett explains how he successfully traced a phone call from the mysterious source to the building. A short time later, the young woman's husband parks in front of the building, exits his vehicle and makes his way inside. The husband speaks with an operative named Shadow Man.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHvD89I90dI/AAAAAAAAHMA/TPykglxDu7g/s1600-h/Screenshot55.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHvD89I90dI/AAAAAAAAHMA/TPykglxDu7g/s400/Screenshot55.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222983644837958098" border="0" /></a>Unbeknownst to Reyes or Doggett, their movements outside the warehouse are being monitored by electronic surveillance. Doggett and Reyes tail the husband from afar. He drives to Scully's building and makes his way inside. Doggett phones Scully and briefs her on the situation. Scully suddenly grows alarmed. She draws her weapon and confronts Patti, who took baby William out of his crib. Moments later, Doggett observes Patti's husband attempting to jimmy the lock on Scully's door. Doggett places the man under arrest.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHvERNI90eI/AAAAAAAAHMI/_q3sAxQWW2A/s1600-h/Screenshot58.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHvERNI90eI/AAAAAAAAHMI/_q3sAxQWW2A/s400/Screenshot58.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222983992730309090" border="0" /></a>Patti's husband explains that he works for the National Security Agency. The couple's daughter believes there's something different about their baby, just as there's something different about William. As Scully's apartment is secretly wired with surveillance equipment, Patti's husband witnessed baby William spin a mobile over his crib with the power of his mind. The couple's baby has performed the same feat. Patti's husband told his supervisor about his suspicions. According to the supervisor, Mulder is the only person who can put the pieces of the puzzle together.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHvEl9I90fI/AAAAAAAAHMQ/FJSU5DrBzIY/s1600-h/Screenshot60.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHvEl9I90fI/AAAAAAAAHMQ/FJSU5DrBzIY/s400/Screenshot60.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222984349212594674" border="0" /></a>Moments later, the telephone rings. Scully answers... and speaks with the supervisor, Shadow Man. Shadow Man arranges to meet Scully at the Internet cafe in twenty minutes. The Shadow Man makes Scully take elaborate measures to ensure that she's alone and not being followed. He makes her drive to a remote location and change clothes. When they meet face-to-face, the Shadow Man threatens to disappear with his information unless Scully makes contact with Mulder.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHvFI9I90gI/AAAAAAAAHMY/3bCcbXJx9rQ/s1600-h/Screenshot73.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHvFI9I90gI/AAAAAAAAHMY/3bCcbXJx9rQ/s400/Screenshot73.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222984950508016130" border="0" /></a>Doggett tells Scully that the Shadow Man's demands may be for the purpose of luring Mulder out of hiding so he can be killed. But Scully informs him that Mulder's return has already been set in motion... and he is arriving by train. Later, Doggett contacts a forensics technician, Edie Boal, and asks her to examine the change of clothes the Shadow Man gave Scully. Doggett tells Boals he's looking to identify a man. Agent Boal eventually finds a single gray hair on the clothing and sends it to a lab for analysis. As Mulder's train approaches the station, Patti's husband pulls out a gun and appears to aim it at Scully's head. Reyes alerts Scully.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHvFh9I90hI/AAAAAAAAHMg/dvrCHK_OZlE/s1600-h/Screenshot80.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHvFh9I90hI/AAAAAAAAHMg/dvrCHK_OZlE/s400/Screenshot80.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222985380004745746" border="0" /></a>Scully then sees the Shadow Man at the other end of the platform. He, too, is wielding a gun and pointing it in her direction. Reyes knocks Scully to the ground. It soon becomes apparent that Patti's husband is aiming at the Shadow Man, not Scully. The Shadow Man opens fire, hitting Patti's husband. Doggett opens fire, hitting the Shadow Man and knocking him onto the tracks. The train station manager orders the engineer not to stop at the station because of the shootout. The train continues on its way. Scully can only watch, grief-stricken.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHvF5NI90iI/AAAAAAAAHMo/7DA0X9icMFg/s1600-h/Screenshot86.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHvF5NI90iI/AAAAAAAAHMo/7DA0X9icMFg/s400/Screenshot86.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222985779436704290" border="0" /></a>Doggett informs Scully and Reyes that the body of the man he shot cannot be found. The lab results of the hair sample taken from the Shadow Man show that his DNA makeup is part iron, leading Doggett to believe that Shadow Man is also a super soldier. Scully instructs the station manager to stop Mulder's train, as she's convinced Shadow Man boarded it to kill Mulder. The agents receive word that someone jumped off the train and ran toward a nearby rock quarry. Scully and Doggett make their way to the quarry in hopes of locating Mulder. Instead, Scully runs into Shadow Man. The Shadow Man tells her that either Mulder or baby William must die. Before he can elaborate, his body is suddenly jerked into a red wall of rock, where it disintegrates into a cloud of dust. Later, dust particles at the quarry reform into the Shadow Man's body.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHvGTNI90jI/AAAAAAAAHMw/vWNvzMTf4E0/s1600-h/Screenshot93.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHvGTNI90jI/AAAAAAAAHMw/vWNvzMTf4E0/s400/Screenshot93.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222986226113303090" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Notes:<br /></span>Terry O'Quinn (Shadow Man) is credited with "Special Guest Star" as well as being credited by his real name of Terrance Quinn. This is the third guest appearance Terry O'Quinn has made on ''The X-Files''. He previously appeared in the season two episode <a href="http://in-the-x-i-believe.blogspot.com/2007/03/season-2-aubrey-2x12.html">''Aubrey''</a>, and in the feature film <a href="http://in-the-x-i-believe.blogspot.com/2007/07/fight-future-movie.html">''Fight the Future''</a>. He plays a different character in each appearance.<br /><br />The way the title of the episode is written - Trust No 1 also has a double meaning - Trust No One, and Trust Number 1, i.e. yourself above everything else. Given that everyone in the episode has to work out what's happening for themselves, this seems very fitting.<br /><br />Scully's screen-name is QUEEQUEG0925. Queequeq was Scully's dog in season 3, which was eaten in <a href="http://in-the-x-i-believe.blogspot.com/2007/04/season-3-quagmire-3x22.html">''Quagmire''</a>. 09/25 is the birthdate of Gillian Anderson's daughter, Piper.<br /><br />'Trust No One' were the last words of Deep Throat in season 1's <a href="http://in-the-x-i-believe.blogspot.com/2007/03/season-1-erlenmeyer-flask-1x23.html">''The Erlenmeyer Flask''</a> and also Mulder's computer password in <a href="http://in-the-x-i-believe.blogspot.com/2007/03/season-2-little-green-men-2x01.html">''Little Green Men''</a>. During this episode Scully receives emails from Mulder with the address "Trust No 1".<br /><br />This episode's tag line is changed to 'They're Watching'.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHvIhdI90kI/AAAAAAAAHM4/8Mc9oLiwHWk/s1600-h/Screenshot32.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHvIhdI90kI/AAAAAAAAHM4/8Mc9oLiwHWk/s400/Screenshot32.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222988669949694530" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Quotes:<br /></span><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> <span style="font-style: italic;">(voiceover)</span> 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 endangerer. 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.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHvJH9I90lI/AAAAAAAAHNA/ZJU2INqsEM0/s1600-h/Screenshot16.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHvJH9I90lI/AAAAAAAAHNA/ZJU2INqsEM0/s400/Screenshot16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222989331374658130" border="0" /></a>Subject: Lose 25 lbs in TWO WEEKS — Guaranteed! From: tracy1893@dieters<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="indent"> Subject: Travel Bargains-Airfare Discounts! From: HotTravelBargains<br />Subject: Tired Of Your Old Job??? From: Sue185@RRS<br />Subject: Requested Research Link From: drstanton@fbi.gov<br />Subject: Dearest Dana From: trust_no1@mail.com</div> She opens the email and reads the message; <div class="indent">From: Trust_No1@mail.com<br />To: Queequeg0925@hotmail.com<br />Date: 07 Jan 2002</div> <b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> (voiceover) 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. 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.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHvJyNI90mI/AAAAAAAAHNI/12O4Hh9Zk4g/s1600-h/Screenshot38.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHvJyNI90mI/AAAAAAAAHNI/12O4Hh9Zk4g/s400/Screenshot38.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222990057224131170" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> I'm sorry about that. I believe that last class we were covering petechia and evidence of death by —<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Agent Scully. What the hell are you doing?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> I'm trying to teach a class.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> 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.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> That's the operative word here — somebody. Somebody that we don't know.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> You don't want to check it out.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>What I don't want is Agent Mulder's life to be endangered any more than it already is.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> How long are you going to do this?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Do what, Agent Doggett?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Refuse to trust me... or anybody. How else you going to get him home?<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHvKYdI90nI/AAAAAAAAHNQ/WKQsDgW8xPo/s1600-h/Screenshot43.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHvKYdI90nI/AAAAAAAAHNQ/WKQsDgW8xPo/s400/Screenshot43.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222990714354127474" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Shadow Man:</b> That's far enough. Get out of the car. Leave it running.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Where are you?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Shadow Man:</b> Move around to the trunk. You'll see a change of clothes inside for you. Put them on.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Look... we're in the middle of nowhere.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Shadow Man:</b> There is no middle of nowhere any more, Agent Scully. Put the gun in the trunk. Your clothes, too. <span style="font-style: italic;">(He takes a remote control device out of his pocket and turns it on. The car starts moving away from them, then explodes)</span> Your watch. Give it to me.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> This is ridiculous. This has gone far enough.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Shadow Man:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Do you want to see Mulder again?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>These clothes that I'm wearing ... they're my size. How the hell do you know my size?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Shadow Man:</b> Your size? I know your blood type, your resting heart rate, your childhood fear of clowns. I know the name of your college boyfriend, your true hair colour, your ATM pin number, favourite charities, pet peeves. I know you spend too much time alone. And I know... that on one lonely night you invited Mulder to your bed.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Oh my god.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Shadow Man:</b> I was as surprised as you were.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Who authorises you? I mean, what gives you the right? Who are you?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Shadow Man:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>I'm the future, Agent Scully. And I risked my life being here.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Well, then why do it? I mean, why meet me?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Shadow Man:</b> Because you can reach Mulder. Mulder needs to know what I know or he may have no future. Perhaps no one will. Another car is parked on the main road, half a mile out. If I see that you haven't contacted Mulder in the next 24 hours, I disappear and you never see me again. Do you understand, lady?<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHvLRdI90oI/AAAAAAAAHNY/U4ljazcb6fE/s1600-h/Screenshot68.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHvLRdI90oI/AAAAAAAAHNY/U4ljazcb6fE/s400/Screenshot68.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222991693606670978" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> (voiceover) </span>I hold no hope you can respond to this. Or that it reaches you. I only hope that you are alive. I cannot help believing that you jumped off that train because you knew what I now know — that these 'Super Soldiers', if that's what they are, can in fact be destroyed. That the key to their destruction lies in the iron compound at that quarry. I am scared for you, Mulder. And for William. The forces against us are unrelenting. But so is my determination. To see you again. To regain the comfort and safety that we shared for so brief a time. Until then, I remain forever yours — Dana.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHvLv9I90pI/AAAAAAAAHNg/oHDcvp75mtA/s1600-h/Screenshot96.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHvLv9I90pI/AAAAAAAAHNg/oHDcvp75mtA/s400/Screenshot96.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222992217592681106" border="0" /></a><span class="f-bold f-666">Episode Number: 188 <br />Season Number: 9 <br />First Aired: Sunday, January 6, 2002 <br />Production Code: 9X08<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You can rate this episode below:</span></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08909082672994692941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138120172482108021.post-25803353158600566462008-07-14T12:09:00.018+02:002008-12-12T05:40:30.962+01:00Season 9: Lord of the Flies (9X06)<div style="text-align: center;">Written by: Thomas Schnauz<br />Directed by: Kim Manners<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHsmgdI90II/AAAAAAAAHJM/bstluIcIygI/s1600-h/Screenshot38.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHsmgdI90II/AAAAAAAAHJM/bstluIcIygI/s400/Screenshot38.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222810531886125186" border="0" /></a>With a gaggle of onlookers, teenagers Sky Commander Winky and Cap'n Dare are videotaping their latest stunts for the cable access Dumb Ass show. Cap'n Dare (otherwise known as Bill) slips on a helmet, as Winky (David Winkle) pelts him with balls from a pitching machine. Cap'n Dare's girlfriend, Natalie Gordon, watches unhappily. So does another boy, Dylan Lokensgard. The boys move on to their next feat, and Cap'n Dare sits inside a portable toilet that is pulled by a car across a parking lot at a high speed. The car skids to a stop, and Cap'n Dare and the toilet roll down an embankment. Cap'n Dare emerges unharmed, and the crowd laughs. Natalie is again, not amused. They move onto their third stunt, where Cap'n Dare will roll down a hill in a shopping cart, onto a ramp that will sail him over Natalie, who waits on the ground. When the stunt goes awry, Cap'n Dare is thrown to the ground. Natalie and Winky are horrified to see that Cap'n Dare's head has collapsed inside his undamaged helmet.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHsoa9I90JI/AAAAAAAAHJU/TLd2A1KcGKM/s1600-h/Screenshot03.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHsoa9I90JI/AAAAAAAAHJU/TLd2A1KcGKM/s400/Screenshot03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222812636420100242" border="0" /></a>Doggett and Reyes arrive at the Medical Examiner's Office in Ocean County, New Jersey. Dr. Fountain has requested help because he is unable to explain Bill's cause of death. Suddenly, the corpse's eyelid flutters. Reyes gently opens the eye with forceps, revealing a hollow socket from which a swarm of flies emerge. They immediately call Scully in to make an assessment, and she concludes that the flies fed at such a furious rate that it caused the boy's head to collapse from within. The helmet actually protected his head in the crash. Yet Scully pronounces that no fly would act so aggressively. Dr. Rocky Bronzino, an entomologist who appears in the doorway, quickly refutes her conclusion. He informs the agents that the Australian bush fly and the New Zealand screwworm fly are both aggressive insects. However, these varieties are not the flies that apparently killed Bill. Reyes says that they are not investigating a murder by an insect, but a human.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHsozdI90KI/AAAAAAAAHJc/wjFVpiEAsns/s1600-h/Screenshot08.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHsozdI90KI/AAAAAAAAHJc/wjFVpiEAsns/s400/Screenshot08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222813057326895266" border="0" /></a>At Garfield High School in nearby Manahawkin, New Jersey, Natalie sits in the cafeteria, saddened by her boyfriend's death. Dylan watches her from afar, as Winky approaches Natalie with a camera. He wants her to speak on the Cap'n Dare Memorial Video, but she refuses, blaming him for making Bill do the stunts. Winky notices that Dylan has stood up to defend Natalie. He threatens Dylan, and spreads food on his head. Dylan's mother, an Administrator at the school, sees this and summons Winky to her office. Waiting for him are Reyes and Doggett, who believe that Winky may have killed his friend in order to sell the video to television networks. Winky denies the claim, and jumps out of his chair while violently scratching his back. Reyes and Doggett see that on his back is written DUMB ASS in red, bloody welts.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHspIdI90LI/AAAAAAAAHJk/xq9D6LZ4dG4/s1600-h/Screenshot20.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHspIdI90LI/AAAAAAAAHJk/xq9D6LZ4dG4/s400/Screenshot20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222813418104148146" border="0" /></a>Dylan returns home, ignoring his mother to retreat to his bedroom. He lies on his bed, listening to Syd Barrett and looking longingly at a picture of Natalie. Mrs. Lokensgard knocks on his locked door, which makes him only raise his music louder. As he shuts his eyes to cry, bugs swarm over his window and begin to fill up his room.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHspdNI90MI/AAAAAAAAHJs/ZPtCECmX_wA/s1600-h/Screenshot21.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHspdNI90MI/AAAAAAAAHJs/ZPtCECmX_wA/s400/Screenshot21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222813774586433730" border="0" /></a>The next morning, Dr. Bronzino informs the agents that the flies that ate Bill's brain and skull happened to all be female. This suggests that something chemical or hormonal might have triggered the attack. Yet since lice had also caused Winky's wounds, they wonder whether someone was somehow directing the bugs to act. They decide to question Dylan Lokensgard, who was present for every stunt and had a run-in with Winky just before the lice injured his back.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHsp69I90NI/AAAAAAAAHJ0/Va_OxSJZ2kc/s1600-h/Screenshot25.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHsp69I90NI/AAAAAAAAHJ0/Va_OxSJZ2kc/s400/Screenshot25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222814285687541970" border="0" /></a>Dylan sees Natalie leave his front door. He rushes out the window, but his mother intercepts him and warns Dylan to stay away from Natalie. She tries to talk to him about the changes his body is going through, but Dylan brushes her off and heads for school. Meanwhile, Dr. Bronzino and Scully revisit the scene of Cap'n Dare's death, tracking the atmosphere with an electroantennogram device. While not-so-subtly hitting on Scully, Bronzino surmises that the bugs are somehow being driven crazy with desire. Suddenly, the device's signal loudly blares. They don't see Dylan, the cause of the device's alarm, peddling past them on his bike.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHsqRNI90OI/AAAAAAAAHJ8/bY2KV2iBjPM/s1600-h/Screenshot29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHsqRNI90OI/AAAAAAAAHJ8/bY2KV2iBjPM/s400/Screenshot29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222814667939631330" border="0" /></a>Dylan finds Natalie at school, and she apologizes for Winky's behavior in the cafeteria the day before. They reminisce about their childhood. Feeling uncomfortable, Natalie leaves abruptly. Reyes and Doggett accost Dylan, and question him in his mother's office. They show him the Dumb Ass video, and he nervously begins to perspire. Doggett hands him a tissue to wipe his sweat. Mrs. Lokensgard enters, refusing to let their interrogation continue, when flies begin to gather on the office ceiling. Dylan's entire body is suddenly and mysteriously covered in flies.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHsqhtI90PI/AAAAAAAAHKE/FrY-IRzhrFk/s1600-h/Screenshot37.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHsqhtI90PI/AAAAAAAAHKE/FrY-IRzhrFk/s400/Screenshot37.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222814951407472882" border="0" /></a>A Vector Control team evacuates the school, but all the bugs have disappeared. The paramedics examine Dylan, who is unharmed with no bites on him. Reyes believes that Dylan staged the attack to make himself look like a victim instead of a perpetrator. Mrs. Lokensgard drags Dylan to the car, while Winky eyes him suspiciously. Dr. Bronzino examines the tissue that Dylan used to wipe his sweat, finding that the boy is actually secreting bug pheromones. Although that notion is preposterous, Reyes theorizes that Dylan is using the bugs to act out against anyone who might harm Natalie. Later that night, Dylan is surprised to see Natalie climb up to his bedroom window. She hasn't been there since they were in the fourth grade. She apologizes for not being a friend to him over the years, realizing only now how important he really is to her. He is ecstatic that his dream girl has opened her heart to him. They kiss, but she pulls away when Dylan's tongue causes her mouth to bleed. Natalie cries and quickly leaves, as Dylan tries to explain. He runs after her into the street, when another car stops behind him. It is Winky with a group of friends, who capture Dylan. They ask how he killed Cap'n Dare. Dylan responds angrily, I just have to open my mouth. And when he does, a set of bug mandibles appears between his lips, spraying an opaque mist. The car loses control, turning upside down before it rolls to a stop.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHsq5dI90QI/AAAAAAAAHKM/pB9plhytWu0/s1600-h/Screenshot48.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHsq5dI90QI/AAAAAAAAHKM/pB9plhytWu0/s400/Screenshot48.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222815359429366018" border="0" /></a>Doggett and Reyes come upon the car wreck, where Winky and his friends are stuck under a thick spider web. He tells them that Dylan is the one responsible, and that he chewed his way out the back window. Reyes finds Natalie at home, curled up on her bed and crying. Reyes asks Natalie to talk to Dylan and convince him not to hurt anyone else. Yet Dylan is already standing in Natalie's bedroom. At the Lokensgard home, Scully and Dr. Bronzino arrive to question Dylan, but the house is empty and dark. They enter through the open front door, and Bronzino finds high readings of pheromone levels. After Scully leaves to join Doggett at the crime scene, Bronzino continues to scan the Lokensgard home with his electroantennogram. Mrs. Lokensgard surprises him, and she shoots a stream of webbing at Bronzino from the insect mandibles in her mouth. Dylan returns to his house with Natalie, and Mrs. Lokensgard confronts her son. He is upset when she tells him that he is not like the other kids and never will be.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHsrNNI90RI/AAAAAAAAHKU/1u_2KWUdvGk/s1600-h/Screenshot54.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHsrNNI90RI/AAAAAAAAHKU/1u_2KWUdvGk/s400/Screenshot54.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222815698731782418" border="0" /></a>Doggett arrives at Natalie's to find Reyes completely wrapped in layers of webbing, barely able to breathe. She tells Doggett that Dylan took Natalie to his house, which is where Scully is headed when she lost contact with Dr. Bronzino. Scully creeps in the Lokensgard home and sees Natalie sobbing. Scully cautiously goes into the attic with her weapon ready. Her flashlight beam locates a cocoon, from which comes the voice of Dr. Bronzino. Scully frees him. Paramedics arrive soon after, followed by Doggett and Reyes.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHsrf9I90SI/AAAAAAAAHKc/SsWXojEaHmU/s1600-h/Screenshot56.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHsrf9I90SI/AAAAAAAAHKc/SsWXojEaHmU/s400/Screenshot56.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222816020854329634" border="0" /></a>The agents discover that the other cocoon in the attic was a crude coffin for four bodies, one of whom was Dylan's father, long reported missing. Mrs. Lokensgard had killed her husband for not being what she and Dylan were -- neither human nor insect, but an anomaly in between. Although Dylan had tried to fit in with his peers and was in love with Natalie, he could not hide from his true nature. Mrs. Lokensgard escapes with her saddened son. Natalie lies awake in her bed, when her attention is drawn to a light in the night sky. She goes to her window and sees a swarm of fireflies, their lights twinkling and forming a message that reads, I Love You.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHsry9I90TI/AAAAAAAAHKk/dwo9OhVSEk8/s1600-h/Screenshot58.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHsry9I90TI/AAAAAAAAHKk/dwo9OhVSEk8/s400/Screenshot58.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222816347271844146" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Notes:<br /></span>The reality show is called 'Dumbass', a spin-off of MTV's 'Jackass' which is also a reality show where the cast performs dangerous and weird stunts.<br /><br />Winky tries to sell the tape to FOX Network. This is a slight at FOX who ran the X-Files show and at the time were showing programs entitled "Worlds Wildest/Dumbest/Dangerous/etc. Videos".<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Quotes:<br /></span><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Well, judging from the amount of insect faeces in the ear and nasal cavities it appears that they fed at such a furious rate that it caused the boy's skull to collapse from the inside. His helmet protected his head during the crash; there is no impact trauma here whatsoever. None.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> You're saying flies killed him.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> All the kids at the scene... the flies choose to attack this boy? Why?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> Maybe they were attracted for reasons we're not seeing.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>What if somebody put something in his helmet? Insect pheromone. You know, <i>'Spanish Fly'</i> — that stuff you see advertised in the back of magazines that guys use to attract girls? I glance at them for amusement.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>I may have to brush up on my <i>'Spanish Fly'</i> but I don't think the science works that way. Anyway, before we start looking for MO, I want to find out what kind of fly would act that aggressively.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Dr Bronzino:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>The musca vetustissima walker. The Australian Bush Fly. It craves protein so much it will actually crawl into your open nose, mouth, ears even your eyes to feed on nutritious blood and moisture. Though, the New Zealand screw-worm fly often kills its victims in mere moments by burrowing into an open wound or cut. I'm sorry. I'm Dr Rocky Bronzino. Hi. Rocky Bronzino. Hello there. Rocky Bronzino, field entomological expert, Rutgers University, at your service.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Dr Bronzino...<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Dr Bronzino:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Rocky.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> These flies you mentioned neither of them are indigenous to North America. Are you suggesting that we've got a virulent foreign vector here?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Dr Bronzino:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>No. The specimens you collected are your garden-variety calliphorid. Harmless as, well... flies.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> What are you suggesting then?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Dr Bronzino:</b> Nothing. Dr Fountain brought me in for my scientific expertise. And I must say... I'm glad he did.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> Dr Bronzino, you should know we may be looking at a murder.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Dr Bronzino:</b> A murder? Are there any suspects?<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> (Reyes hands him a bottle of flies)<br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHsvENI90UI/AAAAAAAAHKw/ZXziltzqgFE/s1600-h/Screenshot12.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHsvENI90UI/AAAAAAAAHKw/ZXziltzqgFE/s400/Screenshot12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222819942159470914" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> I'm glad you're here. I think we just got our first real break.<br /></div> <b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>What did you find?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Well, it's what the entomologist Rocky Bronzino found. The flies that ate at the brain and skull of the victim are all female. Every last one of them.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Exactly how is that a break?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Well, what are the chances of that?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>You mean that the absence of males suggests there's a reason for the attack. Behaviourally.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Well, something biological is going on. Whether it's hormonal or chemical, something has caused these bugs to attack.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Or a need to express themselves.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> To what?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>This is a kid that calls himself <i>'Sky Commander Winky'</i>. Agent Reyes and I were interviewing him as a suspect, when this happened. The paramedics arrived and treated him for an aggressive attack of body lice.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Hmm. Lice are not altogether uncommon in a school environment.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Except that these are better spellers than most of the kids.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> So what are you saying? That this is just another <i>'Dumb Ass'</i> stunt?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> Well, that was my first thought. But the victim here was just too freaked out by this incident to make me believe he'd staged this. Which leads me to think, that while you may be right about this being a matter of biology, someone is directing the biology.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> How does one direct bugs?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> I don't know how, but we've been running down a long list of witnesses. <span style="font-style: italic;">(She hands Scully a series of photographs of the crowd on the video)</span> A loner who was present at every <i>'Dumb Ass'</i> stunt and who had a run-in with this kid Winky at school just prior to the lice attacking. His name is Dylan Lokensgard. We're going to want to talk to him.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHszwdI90VI/AAAAAAAAHK8/PxCWv2XFXss/s1600-h/Screenshot26.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHszwdI90VI/AAAAAAAAHK8/PxCWv2XFXss/s400/Screenshot26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222825100415193426" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Dr Bronzino:</b> So many flowers... so little time.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Excuse me?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Dr Bronzino:</b> Pheromones, Dr Scully. Heavy in the air. Nature's natural attractants. Driving the insect world to go forth and pollinate.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> I'm aware of how pheromones work. But according to this device there isn't a single pheromone to be found out here.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Dr Bronzino:</b> 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.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> But I'm still not sure why you think that pheromones might cause an otherwise harmless fly to attack a human so violently, Doctor...<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Dr Bronzino:</b> Rocky.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Rocky.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Dr Bronzino:</b> 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.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> So what do you suppose they're reacting to out here?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Dr Bronzino:</b> It may be the bugs are being somehow driven crazy with desire. You know, they say we humans respond to pheromones, too.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Yeah, I tend to agree with that, yeah.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Dr Bronzino:</b> <i>'Women's dormitory syndrome'</i>. It's believed that pheromones are the reason that women who live together share the same menstrual cycle.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Fascinating.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Dr Bronzino:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>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.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>You know, Rocky... I'm a mother.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Dr Bronzino:</b> Mothers are women, too. Big hit!<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> What is it?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Dr Bronzino:</b> A high concentration of C-13 calliphorone... Incoming.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHs2NNI90XI/AAAAAAAAHLI/bkNOtsTS9Ys/s1600-h/Screenshot34.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHs2NNI90XI/AAAAAAAAHLI/bkNOtsTS9Ys/s400/Screenshot34.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222827793359688050" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> <span style="font-style: italic;">(voiceover)</span> Four more bodies were found in the Lokensgard attic including that of Michael Lokensgard, Dylan's father, long reported missing. It now appears that he, like the others, fell victim to Dylan's mother who, in Dr Rocky Bronzino's expert opinion, was neither human nor insect but something in between. A biological anomaly, whose difference from the rest of humanity could be hidden only for so long. However strong Dylan Lokensgard's yearning to fit in, to win acceptance, to love and to be loved, he could not defeat the unseen forces which direct behaviour. In the struggle between our desire to determine who and what we will be and the identity which biology defines for us, there can only be one outcome. But even in victory, there are forces biology can not defeat — the stirrings of the soul, the mysteries of desire, the simple truth that the heart wants... what the heart wants.<br /><br /><span class="f-bold f-666">Episode Number: 187 <br />Season Number: 9 <br />First Aired: Sunday, December 16, 2001 <br />Production Code: 9X06<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You can rate this episode below:</span></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08909082672994692941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138120172482108021.post-70498554209677047152008-07-11T18:38:00.020+02:002008-12-12T05:40:37.396+01:00Season 9: 4-D (9X05)<div style="text-align: center;">Written by: Steven Maeda<br />Directed by: Tony Wharmby<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHeNFdI9z0I/AAAAAAAAHF8/cCDXZycVi_E/s1600-h/Screenshot69.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHeNFdI9z0I/AAAAAAAAHF8/cCDXZycVi_E/s400/Screenshot69.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221797417820475202" border="0" /></a>Erwin Lukesh enters his apartment building foyer, while Reyes fiddles with the derailleur of a bicycle in the hallway. This is a stakeout being recorded by a hidden camera, as Doggett and Follmer watch from a surveillance van nearby. Lukesh is a wanted killer who removes women's tongues. This makes Doggett nervous for Reyes' safety. In order to positively ID Lukesh, the agents wait for him to open the mailbox for Apartment 4-D. Doggett, however, is eager to nab him sooner. Lukesh senses that something is not right, and he moves away from the mailboxes. Reyes takes out her gun and begins to follow him, talking to the agents in the van as she heads into a stairwell. Suddenly, Lukesh appears and slashes a straight razor at her.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHeNwtI9z1I/AAAAAAAAHGE/pysvxO7pi6s/s1600-h/Screenshot05.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHeNwtI9z1I/AAAAAAAAHGE/pysvxO7pi6s/s400/Screenshot05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221798160849817426" border="0" /></a>Doggett and Follmer bolt out of the van when they hear Reyes' screams. They find her throat cut, and Doggett goes to apprehend Lukesh. Follmer warns him that the killer has Reyes' gun. Doggett goes outside into a dead-end alley and corners Lukesh, who calmly raises his bloody hands in surrender. Police cars approach from behind, and Doggett turns slightly to let them know his location. When he turns back, Lukesh has disappeared. Doggett walks forward into the dead-end alley. The police cars have vanished, and Lukesh is now behind him. He holds Reyes' gun pointed at Doggett's head. When Doggett swerves around, Lukesh fires.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHeOC9I9z2I/AAAAAAAAHGM/wPApfA8sHz0/s1600-h/Screenshot09.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHeOC9I9z2I/AAAAAAAAHGM/wPApfA8sHz0/s400/Screenshot09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221798474382430050" border="0" /></a>Reyes, unharmed, unpacks boxes as she moves into her new apartment. Doggett pays her a visit. He is also unharmed, and he has brought her a housewarming gift - polish sausage sandwiches from a nearby stand. Reyes goes into the kitchen to get plates, and her phone rings. It is Skinner, with news that Doggett has been shot in an alley. Reyes is confused when she sees that Doggett is no longer in her apartment.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHeOotI9z3I/AAAAAAAAHGU/OSeXW1UUlws/s1600-h/Screenshot19.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHeOotI9z3I/AAAAAAAAHGU/OSeXW1UUlws/s400/Screenshot19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221799122922491762" border="0" /></a>Follmer and Scully meet Reyes at the hospital. She is convinced they are mistaken about Doggett, since she knows he was just at her apartment. However, she sees for herself that Doggett lies paralyzed in a coma. Reyes tries to make sense of this impossible situation, and Scully recounts her own story of her father's visitation to her after his death. Reyes is certain that this is not what happened to her.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHeO-NI9z4I/AAAAAAAAHGc/5mkDPWUxv-4/s1600-h/Screenshot30.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHeO-NI9z4I/AAAAAAAAHGc/5mkDPWUxv-4/s400/Screenshot30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221799492289679234" border="0" /></a>Skinner learns from ballistics that the bullets came from Reyes' weapon, and he has Scully bring Reyes to the police station. Follmer questions Reyes. As he brings up the evidence against her, she stands by her story. From the observation room, an eyewitness to the crime identifies Reyes as the shooter. The eyewitness is Lukesh.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHePRNI9z5I/AAAAAAAAHGk/0EulLLZQVS0/s1600-h/Screenshot35.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHePRNI9z5I/AAAAAAAAHGk/0EulLLZQVS0/s400/Screenshot35.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221799818707193746" border="0" /></a>At the hospital, Scully and Skinner explain to Reyes that the case against her has some weaknesses. When Skinner called earlier, Reyes was at home, putting her fourteen miles from the crime scene. However, while her gun was never fired, the bullets do match her weapon. Doggett awakes from his coma, tapping on the bed rail. Skinner recognizes the tapping as Morse code. Doggett spells out Lukesh. Reyes, however, has no idea what the word means.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHeP0NI9z6I/AAAAAAAAHGs/1aGZnonWbC0/s1600-h/Screenshot38.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHeP0NI9z6I/AAAAAAAAHGs/1aGZnonWbC0/s400/Screenshot38.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221800420002615202" border="0" /></a>Back at his home, Lukesh tends to his bed-ridden mother. When she's not looking, he fingers the Sig Sauer pistol he grabbed from Reyes. Mrs. Lukesh asks for her favorite sandwich, and Lukesh pulls the secret ingredient from the refrigerator - a human tongue. Later that night, Lukesh slips out of the house, but his mother hears him leave. He walks into the alley with a straight razor in his hand. He mysteriously vanishes into thin air.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHeQKtI9z7I/AAAAAAAAHG0/2Ojmz5eLhGU/s1600-h/Screenshot44.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHeQKtI9z7I/AAAAAAAAHG0/2Ojmz5eLhGU/s400/Screenshot44.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221800806549671858" border="0" /></a>At Reyes' apartment, Skinner shows her a file on Erwin Lukesh. Lukesh claims to have seen Reyes exit the alley after Doggett was shot. She believes that Lukesh might somehow be involved. Follmer has Skinner bring Reyes to the hospital, because she is the only one Doggett will speak to. As Doggett maneuvers a joystick attached to a communicator, he asks how Reyes is actually alive when he saw her throat cut. Doggett tells Reyes and Follmer that Lukesh not only tried to kill him, but Lukesh also murdered Reyes.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHeQoNI9z8I/AAAAAAAAHG8/WxqB43WzBW8/s1600-h/Screenshot49.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHeQoNI9z8I/AAAAAAAAHG8/WxqB43WzBW8/s400/Screenshot49.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221801313355812802" border="0" /></a>The next day, Reyes asks Doggett if he knows of a food stand near her new apartment. He immediately recognizes it as the best polish sausages in the city. With renewed hope in his answer, she proposes a theory to him. Perhaps Lukesh can move freely between parallel universes, and somehow Doggett followed him through that door. In this other world, Reyes was killed while investigating Lukesh. Yet here, she doesn't even know the man's name. Follmer and Skinner interrogate Lukesh, informing him that Doggett named him as the shooter. They ask to speak to Lukesh's mother in order to corroborate his alibi. Lukesh refuses the request, which alerts Skinner and Follmer that he is hiding something. As Lukesh walks out, he passes Reyes in the police station hallway. She boldly asks how he moves between worlds to act out his fantasies. He inches close to her face, calmly saying, God, I enjoyed you. You bled just like a pig.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHeRCtI9z9I/AAAAAAAAHHE/VUIKrfwEWhQ/s1600-h/Screenshot62.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHeRCtI9z9I/AAAAAAAAHHE/VUIKrfwEWhQ/s400/Screenshot62.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221801768622346194" border="0" /></a>Lukesh returns home to find that Reyes' gun is missing from a drawer. His mother confronts him about the gun, as well as his sneaking out of the house. She tells him that the FBI has left messages for her, and that she intends to speak to them. Lukesh begins crying, and pulls out his razor. He approaches his mother's bed and strikes her. At the hospital, Doggett types out the message 2 Doggetts cant be in 1 world U can fix. He begs Reyes to pull his life support plug, believing in her theory about the parallel universes. If one of him is removed, the other Doggett will enter this world. Their conversation is interrupted by Skinner, calling to tell her that Lukesh killed his mother and then disappeared.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHeR3tI9z-I/AAAAAAAAHHM/hJJLin87OY0/s1600-h/Screenshot68.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHeR3tI9z-I/AAAAAAAAHHM/hJJLin87OY0/s400/Screenshot68.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221802679155412962" border="0" /></a>Reyes returns to her apartment with a radio wired to Scully, Follmer, and Skinner in a surveillance van outside. They are watching everything in her apartment over video monitors. Suddenly, Lukesh appears from nowhere and grabs Reyes from behind. He pulls the earwig radio from her ear and holds his razor to her throat, fully aware that a van is outside. When the agents lose Reyes on the video, Scully is sure that Lukesh is inside the apartment. Lukesh blames Reyes for making him kill his mother. He is about to slit her throat, when Follmer storms in and shoots him, saving Reyes.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHeSN9I9z_I/AAAAAAAAHHU/KWhDYk3AVvg/s1600-h/Screenshot79.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHeSN9I9z_I/AAAAAAAAHHU/KWhDYk3AVvg/s400/Screenshot79.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221803061407502322" border="0" /></a>Late that night, Reyes goes to the hospital with her decision made. She turns off Doggett's respirator, and he takes his last breath. Crying, she closes her eyes. When she opens them again, she is no longer in the hospital. She is in her unpacked apartment, as she was before, and Doggett tells her to forget the plates for the polish sausages. She is stunned and overwhelmed at the sight of him. He wonders what is wrong with her, as she tearfully hugs him. I'm good, she happily cries.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHeShNI90AI/AAAAAAAAHHc/tWyX11ndJr4/s1600-h/Screenshot89.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHeShNI90AI/AAAAAAAAHHc/tWyX11ndJr4/s400/Screenshot89.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221803392119984130" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Notes:<br /></span>4-D is the abbreviated form of 'fourth dimension' which is generally accepted as Time. Length, Breadth, and Depth make up the other 3 dimensions.<br /><br />4-D is also the apartment unit where Lukesh and his mother live.<br /><br />The tag line for this episode wasn't really changed, just flipped backwards (erehT tuO sI hturT ehT) - which is in keeping with the entire "teaser". The film in the teaser was flipped so that right-handed people became left-handed, hair was parted on the other side, etc.<br /><br />At the end of the episode, it says:<br />In Loving Memory of<br />Ricky Lold Arreguin<br />January 24, 1985 - September 13, 2001<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Quotes:<br /></span><b style="font-style: italic;">Assistant Director Follmer:</b> Monica?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> Brad? Skinner called you, too?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Assistant Director Follmer:</b> He's staying at the crime scene. I'm sorry. I've been put in charge of the investigation. I promise you, it's my top priority. I will find the person who did this. I just need to find out why your partner was in that alley this morning.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> He wasn't. He was with me, at my apartment. He was with me when Skinner called me.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Assistant Director Follmer:</b> I'm not sure I'm following.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Monica, I'm so sorry. Agent Doggett is just coming out of surgery, they're moving him to the ICU.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Assistant Director Follmer:</b> How's it look?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>If he pulls through this, it's likely that he'll be paralysed for life.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> I haven't understood one single word I've heard since I got here. Whoever you're talking about, it's not John Doggett.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHeWddI90BI/AAAAAAAAHHo/nYa3GYdW7Gw/s1600-h/Screenshot25.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHeWddI90BI/AAAAAAAAHHo/nYa3GYdW7Gw/s400/Screenshot25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221807725741985810" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> Smart touch. Posting a guard to make sure I don't finish the job. Do you really believe I did this?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> No, but it doesn't matter what I believe. You may still be arrested.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> So what are they waiting for?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Follmer's case has a couple potential holes. For starters, there's the fact that when I called you, you were at home. Fourteen miles from the crime scene. Plus there's the condition of your gun.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> It hadn't been fired.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> However, the bullet does match your gun. Perfectly.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> It doesn't make any sense. None of it. What about the eyewitness? What can you tell me about him?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> You know we can't discuss that. Look...<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> My god, John.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> Is he conscious?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> I don't know. It could just be a muscle spasm. It's not uncommon with this type of spinal injury.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(Doggett's fingers continue to twitch, but with a familiar regularity)</span><br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> That's not a spasm.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> What is it?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>It's Morse code.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> What'd he say?<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(Skinner holds up his notepad)</span><br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> (reading)</span> <i>'Lukesh'</i>.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> What? What does that mean?<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHeXv9I90CI/AAAAAAAAHHw/NpbycgJF63M/s1600-h/Screenshot36.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHeXv9I90CI/AAAAAAAAHHw/NpbycgJF63M/s400/Screenshot36.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221809143081193506" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> 1ST TIME EVER HOPED FOR A LITTLE PRICK.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>You kiss your mother with that mouth?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>HOWS CASE?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>It's coming along. It's nowhere, basically. There's so much that's impossible to reconcile. You say I was on the 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?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> POLISH SAUSAGE. BEST IN CITY.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>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?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> WE BOTH HAD TWINS WHICH WE DONT<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> Except maybe we do. Maybe all of us do. 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?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> TOO MUCH STAR TREK.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>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.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>WOW.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>My Doggett would have called that crazy, too... but give me another theory that fits.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHeYj9I90DI/AAAAAAAAHH4/cXD2IXm64xI/s1600-h/Screenshot55.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHeYj9I90DI/AAAAAAAAHH4/cXD2IXm64xI/s400/Screenshot55.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221810036434391090" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Erwin Lukesh:</b> Agent Reyes, right? What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>How do you do it? You know what I'm talking about, don't you? There's this world, and there's the world where you live out your sick fantasies. When did it start? Was it after your breakdown in 1995? All that anger, it's buttoned up so tight, it had nowhere else to go. It had to get released. Not here. But in a world just like this one.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Erwin Lukesh:</b> God, I enjoyed you. You bled just like a pig.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(Assistant Director Follmer and Skinner walk into the hall)</span><br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> Reyes?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Assistant Director Follmer:</b> You all right?<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHeZC9I90EI/AAAAAAAAHIA/CTF2CI5sFQ0/s1600-h/Screenshot61.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHeZC9I90EI/AAAAAAAAHIA/CTF2CI5sFQ0/s400/Screenshot61.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221810569010335810" border="0" /></a><span class="f-bold f-666">Episode Number: 186 <br />Season Number: 9 <br />First Aired: Sunday, December 9, 2001 <br />Production Code: 9X05<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You can rate this episode below:</span></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08909082672994692941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138120172482108021.post-46142955516148526172008-07-10T22:32:00.021+02:002008-12-12T05:40:42.404+01:00Season 9: Dæmonicus (9X03)<div style="text-align: center;">Written by: Frank Spotnitz<br />Directed by: Frank Spotnitz<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHZySdI9zeI/AAAAAAAAHDA/p7R3ncL8ksY/s1600-h/Screenshot05.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHZySdI9zeI/AAAAAAAAHDA/p7R3ncL8ksY/s400/Screenshot05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221486479368113634" border="0" /></a>A pickup truck parks unnoticed outside Evelyn and Darren Mountjoy's house, while the couple plays Scrabble inside. When the Mountjoy's dog barks at the front door, Evelyn lets it out to run into the woods. They hear the dog's yelping outside, and the lights mysteriously go out. Darren orders his wife to hide in the basement while he loads his revolver. From the stairs, he sees the intruder approaching, and he fires. However, Darren soon realizes that the person he shot is his wife. Her hands and mouth are bound with duct tape. Suddenly, strange sounds rise behind him. They are voices, whispering backwards. Darren turns to see two men with demonic-looking faces coming towards him.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHZyp9I9zfI/AAAAAAAAHDI/ozwLWE_VvOA/s1600-h/Screenshot04.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHZyp9I9zfI/AAAAAAAAHDI/ozwLWE_VvOA/s400/Screenshot04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221486883095039474" border="0" /></a>The next morning, Agents Reyes and Doggett look over the crime scene at the Mountjoy home in Weston, West Virginia. The couple's bodies are sitting upright at the kitchen table, and Evelyn has a gun posed in her hand. The Scrabble board is laid out in front of them, blank, except for DAEMONICUS spelled out in the center. The word means Satan or demon possession.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHZzBtI9zgI/AAAAAAAAHDQ/EtHWHZ1HgXM/s1600-h/Screenshot11.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHZzBtI9zgI/AAAAAAAAHDQ/EtHWHZ1HgXM/s400/Screenshot11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221487291116932610" border="0" /></a>Doggett tries to fend the case off as merely some kind of Satanic ritual, but Reyes has other ideas beyond those based in reality. Her theories are confounded when three blood-slicked snakes squirm out of the bullet holes in Evelyn's chest. Although Scully is on leave and serving as an instructor at Quantico, the agents ask her to perform the autopsies. Evidence proves that Darren was most likely tricked into shooting his wife, and that he was held down and shot in a chair. The snakes were sewn into the body post-mortem.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHZzZtI9zhI/AAAAAAAAHDY/JCd1c2jvGfM/s1600-h/Screenshot22.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHZzZtI9zhI/AAAAAAAAHDY/JCd1c2jvGfM/s400/Screenshot22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221487703433793042" border="0" /></a>The facts show that the murders were man-made, but Reyes still believes that she felt the presence of evil in the house. With a lead about an escapee from a nearby mental institution, Reyes and Doggett question Dr. Monique Sampson about her patient, Kenneth Richman. Richman was a doctor who brutally murdered his own patients, but he had no prior knowledge of Satanic ritual. Dr. Sampson tips them off to a possible accomplice - Paul Gerlach, a hospital guard who has recently gone missing.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHZz3dI9ziI/AAAAAAAAHDg/PbdVXoScGJk/s1600-h/Screenshot34.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHZz3dI9ziI/AAAAAAAAHDg/PbdVXoScGJk/s400/Screenshot34.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221488214534901282" border="0" /></a>Reyes and Doggett question Josef Kobold, a former professor who is now an inmate in the cell next to Richman's. Kobold's cryptic answers lead the agents to believe that he knows more than he is letting on. Meanwhile, the two demonic-appearing men from the Mountjoy attacks get out of their pickup truck in the woods. One shoots the other with a gun, then wipes the blood from his hands. The backwards whispers echo once more, but seem to be coming instead from Kobold.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHZ0QNI9zjI/AAAAAAAAHDo/e69duPyS_tc/s1600-h/Screenshot40.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHZ0QNI9zjI/AAAAAAAAHDo/e69duPyS_tc/s400/Screenshot40.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221488639736663602" border="0" /></a>Dr. Sampson summons the agents back to the institution when Kobold asks for Doggett. The professor was also repeating the phrase, Prince of the Apostles. Kobold tells them that He is speaking and has killed again. He leads the agents to the woods, where Paul Gerlach's body is found hanging upside down from a tree. He is wearing the demon mask and is staged in a mock-crucifixion pose, presumably put into such post-mortem. The Prince of the Apostles phrase refers to St. Peter, who was crucified upside down. This is known as the symbol marking the power of the anti-Christ.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHZ0ldI9zkI/AAAAAAAAHDw/mWy4cE2qvW8/s1600-h/Screenshot45.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHZ0ldI9zkI/AAAAAAAAHDw/mWy4cE2qvW8/s400/Screenshot45.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221489004808883778" border="0" /></a>Although Doggett believes Kobold is a master manipulator toying with them, Reyes is convinced that Kobold can somehow help them find the real perpetrator - Richman. They turn to Kobold again, and he requests a larger cell with windows. Doggett is frustrated that Reyes wants to give in to the psychopath's every whim, but Kobold is moved to another room, and Officer Custer is assigned to guard him. Kobold confronts Doggett with personal intimations about his own life that no one else would know. Doggett is uncomfortable, but before he can leave the cell room, Kobold's eyes roll back and a strange sound emanates from his mouth - voices, whispering backwards. Doggett calls for Reyes, who translates the word as medicus, or physician. The agents rush to the home of Dr. Sampson, who unbeknownst to anyone, has been followed home by the looming pickup truck. However, they are too late to save her, finding her body with a dozen hypodermic needles jammed into her face.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHZ2hNI9zlI/AAAAAAAAHD4/lk6hDvI0unA/s1600-h/Screenshot55.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHZ2hNI9zlI/AAAAAAAAHD4/lk6hDvI0unA/s400/Screenshot55.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221491130817695314" border="0" /></a>Scully reports that the needles contained the same medication that Dr. Sampson had treated Richman with, and he is determined to still be a suspect. Doggett furiously looks over at Kobold, held in restraints, knowing that he is really the one responsible for the crimes. Kobold watches as Scully tries to calm Doggett. The backwards whispers swell once more. Back at the mental institution, Doggett attempts to interrogate Kobold about his past knowledge of Satanism. Kobold lobs back insinuations that Doggett is competing with the long-lost Agent Mulder for Scully's affection. Angrily, Doggett grabs hold of Kobold, but a thick orange goo violently spews from Kobold's mouth. It keeps gushing uncontrollably as Doggett calls for a medic.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHZ219I9zmI/AAAAAAAAHEA/8cWoagYFqz0/s1600-h/Screenshot70.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHZ219I9zmI/AAAAAAAAHEA/8cWoagYFqz0/s400/Screenshot70.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221491487299980898" border="0" /></a>After an examination, Scully concludes that Kobold is completely normal. Reyes suspects that the orange bile is spiritual ectoplasm, but Doggett won't be swayed by any more unexplainable theories. He is convinced that Kobold is a liar who is playing games with them. As Officer Custer guards Kobold's room, a lightning storm competes with the ever-present whispers. Custer is drawn to the source of those whispers, and looks in Kobold's room. Kobold's face suddenly changes into the demonic mask.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHZ3KdI9znI/AAAAAAAAHEI/GraCxSV3xIk/s1600-h/Screenshot81.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHZ3KdI9znI/AAAAAAAAHEI/GraCxSV3xIk/s400/Screenshot81.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221491839487299186" border="0" /></a>Doggett calls Scully in her car. Kobold has identified something called Happy Landing as the place to find Richman. Scully recognizes it as an old marina she passes on her commute to Quantico, and she heads there alone. At the marina, Scully is attacked by a demon mask-wearing man. When Doggett and Reyes arrive with a pack of troopers, Scully is nowhere to be found. Kobold is held in shackles in a police car, and Doggett threatens him to tell where she is being hidden. All the professor can say is Game's over, Mr. Doggett. You've lost. A gunshot rings out over the marina, and the agents find Scully unharmed, in an abandoned warehouse. Richman, having held her at gunpoint until Doggett arrived, shot himself. Reyes can't figure out why he would do that, but Doggett quickly understands, and he runs after Kobold, who is escaping from the police car. Doggett shoots at the fleeing prisoner, and Kobold, hit, falls into the water.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHZ3hNI9zoI/AAAAAAAAHEQ/mm97feie60w/s1600-h/Screenshot85.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHZ3hNI9zoI/AAAAAAAAHEQ/mm97feie60w/s400/Screenshot85.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221492230329323138" border="0" /></a>Back at Quantico, Reyes and Doggett tell Scully that their case is not completely solved. It is understood that Kobold designed the crimes so that they would be on the case, and then researched all of their backgrounds on the internet. However, Kobold's body has not been found, even though they saw him get shot. The body in the water is actually Officer Custer, the guard assigned to his cell. Kobold had selected his victims so that parts of their names spelled out the word Damonicus. He wanted the agents to see how brilliantly he could beat them at his game. By the time they realized it, Kobold would be too far away to get caught. Reyes is still unsettled. She did feel the presence of evil and believes that Doggett had the same premonition as well.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHZ30tI9zpI/AAAAAAAAHEY/diQE12CG1cM/s1600-h/Screenshot94.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHZ30tI9zpI/AAAAAAAAHEY/diQE12CG1cM/s400/Screenshot94.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221492565336772242" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Notes:<br /></span> The title of this episode is Latin for Satan.<br /><br />Custer (the guard assigned to watch Cobalt's cell) at one point is seen reading a magazine during a thunderstorm. The magazine he is reading is 'American Ronin,' which is the magazine that Modell, the psychic murderer, placed ads in on the episode <a href="http://in-the-x-i-believe.blogspot.com/2007/04/season-3-pusher-3x17.html">''Pusher'' from Season 3</a>.<br /><br />Mitch Pileggi did not appear in this episode and was not featured in the opening credits.<br /><br />In the end of the episode, John Doggett is writing the word Daemonicus on the blackboard. We can see, that he's left-handed.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Quotes:</span><b><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</span></b> Darren and Evelyn Mountjoy, married thirty-two years, three kids, five grand-kids. Not an enemy in the world. That's their dog out front. Neck's broken. And the footprints in the mud, best guess is; we're looking for two perps.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Nothing stolen from the house, nothing at all to suggest motive.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Well, it all fits the profile, right? This thing is staged to look like some kind of Satanic ritual.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> Placing victims in a murder-suicide posture is ritualistic. And this word <span style="font-style: italic;">(on the Scrabble board)</span> is undoubtedly Satanic.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Dæmonicus.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> It means Satan in Latin, or Dæmonicus — demon possession.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> And it's worth 50 extra points. That's why they were posed like this, so we'd think that these folks were possessed, right?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>That would be the textbook explanation.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Then I'll let them know.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> This may be something else.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Which is what? Hey, you say anything you want about Satanic ritual, but don't tell me you think the devil did this, 'cause we've got prints on the gun over there. This case ain't even close to being an X-File.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHZ5X9I9zqI/AAAAAAAAHEg/GmNl67dc7EI/s1600-h/Screenshot10.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHZ5X9I9zqI/AAAAAAAAHEg/GmNl67dc7EI/s400/Screenshot10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221494270438788770" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Dr Dana Scully. I have just been assigned to the Academy as a forensic investigator. For the past eight years I was part of a unit known as the X-Files. Some of you may have heard of it.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">First FBI Cadet:</b> You ever slay a vampire?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Sorry to disappoint you, but this is a course in forensic pathology. Hard science. An X-File is a case that has been deemed unsolvable by the Bureau, because such a case cannot be solved it may beg other explanations... a vampire, perhaps. Science, however, tells us that evil comes not from monsters, but from men. It offers us the methodology to catch these men, and only after we have exhausted these methods should we leave science behind to consider more... extreme possibilities.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHZ5xtI9zrI/AAAAAAAAHEo/EdCQJFJ3zUQ/s1600-h/Screenshot17.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHZ5xtI9zrI/AAAAAAAAHEo/EdCQJFJ3zUQ/s400/Screenshot17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221494712820420274" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> The husband shot her. He was tricked into it.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>That's what we were thinking. Some kind of sick game.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Well, there's also evidence of fingerprint bruising along his collarbone.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>They held him down. Shot him in his chair.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Again, we're looking for two guys.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Snakes appear to be purely symbolic. They're a non-venomous species collected locally. They were sewn post-mortem into the body cavity with household thread, by someone who appears to have surgical skill.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>You've made a lot of headway.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>But there's something else. There's something that you're not saying.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> When I was alone in that house this morning... I had the strong feeling I was in the presence of evil.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Look, Monica, the only reason we were called in on this thing is you've investigated hundreds of these kinds of cases.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> And not once did I find anything to support evidence of genuine Satanic activity.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> I'm saying...<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> I've never felt this before.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Excuse me. <span style="font-style: italic;">(answering mobile)</span> John Doggett.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Agent Scully, have you ever sensed what I'm talking about?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> I've felt things that I couldn't understand. Things I was afraid to admit even to myself.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> And what did you do?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>I learned not to ignore it... to trust my instincts.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> What is it?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Mental hospital, 100 miles from here. They think one of their patients did this.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHZ6pNI9zsI/AAAAAAAAHEw/96zii8WlGX4/s1600-h/Screenshot27.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHZ6pNI9zsI/AAAAAAAAHEw/96zii8WlGX4/s400/Screenshot27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221495666303160002" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Mr Kobold? My name is John Doggett, this is Monica Reyes. We're with the FBI.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> The patient in the cell next to yours escaped last night. Did you see or hear anything? You shared the same guard, Mr Kobold. Do you know anything about their relationship? Why he would have helped him to escape?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Professor Kobold:</b> You mean did the guard force the patient to escape, or did the patient force the guard? Or are they both of one mind, like a snake, eating its own tail?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> You know something about this, Mr Kobold? If you do, we need your help. To stop them before they hurt more people.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Professor Kobold:</b> You're too late for that.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>If you're afraid to help us, Mr Kobold, we can protect you. No harm will come to you.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Professor Kobold:</b> Do you believe in the power of the devil, Mr Doggett?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> I believe that the devil's a story made up to scare people.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Professor Kobold:</b> Then how can you possibly protect me?<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHZ7NdI9ztI/AAAAAAAAHE4/bLAT4nLbgwo/s1600-h/Screenshot41.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHZ7NdI9ztI/AAAAAAAAHE4/bLAT4nLbgwo/s400/Screenshot41.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221496289073417938" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> It's the security guard, Paul Gerlach.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> It appears he was shot in the chest. His body was staged post-mortem, just like the others.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Someone likes to play games.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> Or not. Prince of the Apostles. Kobold kept repeating it in his cell.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Saint Peter. He was said to have been crucified upside down.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>A symbol later adopted by the Satanists to mark the power of the antichrist.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Which you take as proof, the devil possessed the surgeon and somehow put him in contact with Kobold.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> It's part of the literature. He could be a medium. A willing host for Satan. Communicating with Kobold.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Well, that's convenient.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> He brought up the devil and the snakes. No one told him the details of the crime and yet he knew.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> That's 'cause he planned it. I pulled his file. This guy's a master manipulator. He was a history professor at the University of Miami, committed for grinding up six co-eds, that he tricked into his basement. He used their flesh as fertiliser in his garden.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> If Kobold's part of this, then why is he still behind bars? Why not escape when he had the chance?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> I don't know yet. You believe this guy, Agent Scully?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>I haven't formed an opinion about it yet, actually.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> That's great. Just great. Where are you going, Monica?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> This man Kobold can help us, John. I'm going to prove it to you.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHZ79tI9zuI/AAAAAAAAHFA/CvMIFQiPr5c/s1600-h/Screenshot49.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHZ79tI9zuI/AAAAAAAAHFA/CvMIFQiPr5c/s400/Screenshot49.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221497118002106082" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> I brought you something, Professor. Something to read. It's a monograph you wrote six years ago. You know the one I'm talking about, Professor? About the influence of Satan in Renaissance thinking.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Professor Kobold:</b> So, you found your proof. Circumstantial though it may be.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> You planned this whole thing. I want to know why.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Professor Kobold:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>I've been thinking a lot about you, Agent Doggett.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> You're not answering my question, Professor.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Professor Kobold:</b> About why someone so ill-suited would draw this duty. Clearly, you have feelings for her.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> You ordered Dr Richmond to kill these people, didn't you?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Professor Kobold:</b> But you can't compete with the long-lost Agent Mulder. His easy good looks, his Oxford education.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> This is about you, Professor.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Professor Kobold:</b> Mulder has what you can't have. What you stumble forward, the flat-footed cop, thinking he could put handcuffs on a demon.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Answer the question!<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Professor Kobold:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>You want her, but she feels sorry for you. They both do.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> (Doggett grabs Professor Kobold by the shoulders, when a viscous orange substance gushes from the man's mouth, covering Doggett's jacket and shirt)</span><br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Guard! Guard, we need a medic! Guard! We need a medic! Guard!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHZ8ttI9zvI/AAAAAAAAHFI/KLx9tIjJQcc/s1600-h/Screenshot72.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHZ8ttI9zvI/AAAAAAAAHFI/KLx9tIjJQcc/s400/Screenshot72.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221497942635826930" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> What brought this on?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> The guy's an expert on Satanic history, I confronted him on it.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Which proves what?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Come on, Monica, you wanted to know who could stage a textbook example. This guy wrote the damn book!<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> I can't explain those voices we heard in his room... or this.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> It's a trick.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>What if it's ectoplasm?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Ectoplasm?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>You've heard of it, Agent Scully?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Agent Mulder used to refer to it as psychic plasma — a residual by-product of telepathic communication. In theory it would have inorganic properties that couldn't be explained otherwise.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> So what are we talking now? <i>'The Ghostbusters'</i>?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> If I'm right an analysis of this sample could prove whether he's telling the truth or faking it.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Well, you can throw that crap away because I can tell you right now that this guy's liar. He's playing a game.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Well, then let's just see how well he plays that game.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Why? So you can get suckered in even more? Listen to you two!<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Agent Doggett.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Listen, I'm telling you, this guy threw this stuff up for our benefit. He knew exactly what you'd say, he knew exactly what I'd say. He even knew that the two of you would be so blinded by this hocus pocus, that you wouldn't see what's in front of your faces.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Agent Reyes is just trying to get to the truth, okay? What are you doing?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> Maybe this is a hoax. Maybe you're right. But now you're saying we should turn away from evidence? It's not like you, John. I don't understand why.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> I already told you why.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHZ9jNI9zwI/AAAAAAAAHFQ/UZ9clgE12fI/s1600-h/Screenshot78.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SHZ9jNI9zwI/AAAAAAAAHFQ/UZ9clgE12fI/s400/Screenshot78.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221498861758828290" border="0" /></a><span class="f-bold f-666">Episode Number: 185 <br />Season Number: 9 <br />First Aired: Sunday, December 2, 2001 <br />Production Code: 9X03<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You can rate this episode below:</span></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08909082672994692941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138120172482108021.post-50690554463179708812008-07-02T15:12:00.015+02:002008-12-12T05:40:44.242+01:00Season 9: Nothing Important Happened Today (2) (9X02)<div style="text-align: center;">Written by: Chris Carter & Frank Spotnitz<br />Directed by: Tony Wharmby<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SGuBFdI9zPI/AAAAAAAAHAo/hZJhET0gmIU/s1600-h/Screenshot16.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SGuBFdI9zPI/AAAAAAAAHAo/hZJhET0gmIU/s400/Screenshot16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218406523960413426" border="0" /></a>A ship captain delivers a message to Dr. Nordlinger, who upon reading the contents instructs the captain to return the vintage World War ll merchant marine craft to its base. Follmer leaves the reclamation plant when he sees no sign of Doggett. Shannon McMahon has held him underwater but passes air into his lungs to help him breathe.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SGuBd9I9zQI/AAAAAAAAHAw/LB9njx7Tnh0/s1600-h/Screenshot05.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SGuBd9I9zQI/AAAAAAAAHAw/LB9njx7Tnh0/s400/Screenshot05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218406944867208450" border="0" /></a>Doggett regains consciousness at his house to find McMahon there. She tells him she is a bioengineered soldier and that Knowle Rohrer was part of the same programme. Doggett thinks Rohrer is dead but she tells him that his kind cannot be killed. Meanwhile Rohrer approaches the captain aboard the ship and informs him that he is the new second in command. He quizzes the captain about the vessel's mission. Later, the body of the original younger officer is found in the water.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SGuCVdI9zRI/AAAAAAAAHA4/CcWINQiqDQQ/s1600-h/Screenshot22.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SGuCVdI9zRI/AAAAAAAAHA4/CcWINQiqDQQ/s400/Screenshot22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218407898349948178" border="0" /></a>Reyes, Doggett and McMahon meet with Scully. McMahon tells her that the US government has changed the molecular structure of chloramine to breed a generation of super soldiers. She is a Stage One prototype.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SGuCnNI9zSI/AAAAAAAAHBA/onV-DI4AhSM/s1600-h/Screenshot30.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SGuCnNI9zSI/AAAAAAAAHBA/onV-DI4AhSM/s400/Screenshot30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218408203292626210" border="0" /></a>The Lone Gunmen break into the X-Files office after Reyes requests their help. As they access a phone system, they happen upon someone dialing Carl Wormus' phone number. The caller turns out to be the captain, warning that the FBI must be contacted so the lab aboard his ship can be exposed. Rohrer is nearby, eavesdropping. The call is traced to a phone booth.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SGuC6dI9zTI/AAAAAAAAHBI/b_vRi8gkSgM/s1600-h/Screenshot49.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SGuC6dI9zTI/AAAAAAAAHBI/b_vRi8gkSgM/s400/Screenshot49.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218408534005108018" border="0" /></a>The Captain gets the jump on a Navy SEAL guarding the lab aboard the ship. He orders Nordlinger to hand over every scrap of data on the project. He doesn't see Rohrer creeping up behind him. Doggett, Scully and Reyes arrive at the phone booth to find Rohrer. Doggett tries to shoot him but bullets don't work. As Rohrer is about to kill him, McMahon appears and decapitates him. Rohrer's headless body rises and stabs McMahon with its arm. They both fall into the water.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SGuDN9I9zUI/AAAAAAAAHBQ/Hh3cMjQtkdI/s1600-h/Screenshot64.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SGuDN9I9zUI/AAAAAAAAHBQ/Hh3cMjQtkdI/s400/Screenshot64.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218408869012557122" border="0" /></a>Scully discovers an electronic filing system on board the boat. She realises the scientists were manipulating human ova in the lab for transplantation. Doggett finds a bomb and urges them to leave. They take cover as the ship explodes.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SGuDftI9zVI/AAAAAAAAHBY/Uf9WmAlS0KI/s1600-h/Screenshot71.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SGuDftI9zVI/AAAAAAAAHBY/Uf9WmAlS0KI/s400/Screenshot71.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218409173955235154" border="0" /></a>Deep beneath the water, Shannon McMahon's eyes suddenly pop open. And later, after Scully tucks William in for the night, the child's mobile begins to turn, seemingly by itself.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Notes:<br /></span> The first tag line change for season nine is the title, 'Nothing Important Happened Today'.<br /><br />This episode is dedicated to the memory of Chad Keller, who was killed in the terrorist attacks of 11 September 2001. Chad Keller, a rocket scientist, was a family friend of Chris Carter and his wife, Dori.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Quotes:<br /></span><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> Agent Reyes. You probably want to zip it and try to co-operate.<br /><b><span style="font-style: italic;">Assistant Director Follmer</span>:</b> Like it or not, I'm charged with the task of reining you in.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Reining us in? For what?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Assistant Director Follmer:</b> Unauthorised autopsies. Breaking and entering into a state water facility. Wilful misuse of your positions.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> I really don't want to go into any of this without my partner here.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Assistant Director Follmer:</b> Your partner. Your so called partner, who's running this circus, is right now nowhere to be found.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>What are you doing, Brad?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Assistant Director Follmer:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Giving you and Mr Skinner the opportunity to put a nice spin on this mess that Doggett's making.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> Agent Reyes. If you're not going to zip it, at least recognise that he's trying to help you.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> We were given a tip we believe lead us to a larger conspiracy.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Assistant Director Follmer:</b> A conspiracy? Involving the FBI?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> John Doggett and I are running a legitimate investigation into the FBI. Neither one of us feels...<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Assistant Director Follmer:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Agent Reyes, I'm trying to help you keep your job. But that's not going to happen, if you insist on chasing shadows, chasing conspiracies.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>How do you know there isn't one?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Assistant Director Follmer:</b> You're taking on the entire FBI here, Monica. This witch hunt... isn't going to expose... anything... but you. That is, unless you distance yourself from John Doggett. What are you doing?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>I'm distancing myself, Brad. From you, from your political games. You just want to get John Doggett.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Assistant Director Follmer:</b> You're making a big mistake here.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> Yeah, I seem to make one every time I walk in your door.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SGuEsdI9zWI/AAAAAAAAHBg/UWFNApv42ZY/s1600-h/Screenshot08.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SGuEsdI9zWI/AAAAAAAAHBg/UWFNApv42ZY/s400/Screenshot08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218410492510195042" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> Dana, this is Shannon McMahon.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Shannon McMahon:</b> Hi.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Let's start with the water.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Shannon McMahon:</b> Well, you're a scientist, you'll appreciate the science involved. A new additive is being put in the water supply. It's called chloramine, it's not news, well let me say it's been reported but no one's asking questions yet.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> And what should they be asking?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Shannon McMahon:</b> If you want to deliver something to everyone's home in America, what better way than through what's what's most taken for granted, water.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Look, I've had my fair share of outrageous conspiracy theories, okay, so cut the mystery crap and get to the science. Chloramine is just a substitute for chlorine, you can drink it and it's harmless.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Shannon McMahon:</b> Unless someone were to quietly go and change its molecular make-up.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Who? And how?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Shannon McMahon:</b> I think you'd be more interested in why.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>All right then, why?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Shannon McMahon:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>To prime a population to breed a generation of Super Soldiers.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> By adding something to our water?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Shannon McMahon:</b> Something which promotes the mutation of offspring. And fertilisation. And pregnancy.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> What you're saying is absurd.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Shannon McMahon:</b> Is it? No more absurd than I am. I am a first generation prototype. Now they're seven stages advanced on the science that created me, to the point where now they have successfully given birth to a Super Soldier from a mutated egg.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Huh. How can we trust any of this? Or you? What you say you are?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Shannon McMahon:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>We all have a standard mutation...<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(She pulls her hair aside to reveal a lump on the back of her neck)<br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SGuFitI9zXI/AAAAAAAAHBo/GKT_IVxvI0Y/s1600-h/Screenshot34.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SGuFitI9zXI/AAAAAAAAHBo/GKT_IVxvI0Y/s400/Screenshot34.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218411424518098290" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> You want to turf me now? You going to take my badge and gun?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Agent Doggett, you can't just burst in here.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> How's it going to look, Deputy Director, you suspending me right before I nail you up against a wall as a co-conspirator.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Assistant Director Follmer:</b> Glad you dropped in, Mr Doggett. Assistant Director Follmer.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> You're Brad Follmer.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Assistant Director Follmer:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>I was just explaining to the Deputy Director the reasons why you were being suspended, but I think your actions here speak for themselves.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>I see what this is, this is just a little bureaucratic pimp job.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b> I'd watch your mouth, John.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Assistant Director Follmer:</b> What this is, is a testament to your gross subordination and reckless disregard for the FBI.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>The orders start here and then they come out your wishy-washy mouth.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Assistant Director Follmer:</b> Paranoia must go with the job. You're starting to sound just like Fox Mulder, Mr Doggett.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Don't you Mr Doggett me. I don't answer to you, I answer to AD Skinner.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Assistant Director Follmer:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>The job suspension stands, Mr Doggett.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Try and stop me.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SGuGTtI9zYI/AAAAAAAAHBw/faOHbO8k9CI/s1600-h/Screenshot41.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SGuGTtI9zYI/AAAAAAAAHBw/faOHbO8k9CI/s400/Screenshot41.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218412266331688322" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b> My sources tell me you've wrapped up your investigation, John.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>I have my report ready, Sir, yes.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b> How do I come out? 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 US Government. Not a mention of my name, John?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> No, Sir. I found nothing on you, nothing damning I can honestly include in my report, let me say. And 'cause I got nothing to lose, let me say that I know that your hands are dirty on this thing, Sir, filthy.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b> That's why you're here? Take a last wild push before the bell.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> There's one thing I can't figure, and then I'll be on my way. Is why you slipped that obituary under my door?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b> You think I did that?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Over and over in my mind, it had to be you. You're the only one that had a reason.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>What's my reason?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> You tell me. Are you looking just to get me fired or to get me killed?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>You ever hear of King George III?<br /><b><span style="font-style: italic;">Doggett</span>:</b> You answer my question!<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b> 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: <i>'Nothing important happened today'</i>.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>What the hell has that got to do with me?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b> Revolutions start, things that change the world forever, and even kings can miss them if they're not paying attention.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Are you saying that you left that obituary to help me? To help me find the things that I found? Nah, why would I believe that you'd help me?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b> Agent Mulder believed me.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Mulder? What the hell are you talking about? Mulder's long gone.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b> Say I told Mulder that he would be killed if he stayed. The same people who threatened to kill me if I didn't go along. Would you believe that, John?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> No. Mulder wouldn't hear it, not from you, not from anybody.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b> I said I <b>told</b> him to go. I didn't say I persuaded him.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Holy god. It was Scully. Scully made him go. That's it isn't it?<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SGuJGtI9zZI/AAAAAAAAHB8/zTTx6qgy520/s1600-h/Screenshot73.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SGuJGtI9zZI/AAAAAAAAHB8/zTTx6qgy520/s400/Screenshot73.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218415341528272274" border="0" /></a><span class="f-bold f-666">Episode Number: 184 <br />Season Number: 9 <br />First Aired: Sunday, November 18, 2001 <br />Production Code: 9X02<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You can rate this episode below:</span><br /></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08909082672994692941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138120172482108021.post-35794274456272364062008-06-25T18:43:00.016+02:002008-12-12T05:40:46.746+01:00Season 9: Nothing Important Happened Today (1) (9X01)<div style="text-align: center;">Written by: Chris Carter & Frank Spotnitz<br />Directed by: Kim Manners<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SGJ3VdI9y5I/AAAAAAAAG9E/rxU4Df18Vss/s1600-h/Screenshot81.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SGJ3VdI9y5I/AAAAAAAAG9E/rxU4Df18Vss/s400/Screenshot81.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215862528931646354" border="0" /></a>A man, Carl Wormus, intrigues a woman in a bar by mentioning that the government is adding chloramine to the water supply. They go for a drive together but as they near a drawbridge the woman grabs the steering wheel sending them plunging into the water. She grabs his ankle to stop him escaping.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SGJ3kNI9y6I/AAAAAAAAG9M/ZqgAdJGodHk/s1600-h/Screenshot04.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SGJ3kNI9y6I/AAAAAAAAG9M/ZqgAdJGodHk/s400/Screenshot04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215862782334716834" border="0" /></a>Monica Reyes meets up with Assistant Director Follmer in his office. Follmer hands Reyes two videos which contain footage of the underground garage where Doggett and Skinner fought off "super soldier" FBI agents. But the video shows nothing out of the ordinary. Meanwhile, at a water reclamation facility, a worker is pulled underwater by the woman from the bar.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SGJ3-NI9y7I/AAAAAAAAG9U/55AV6iY9kTI/s1600-h/Screenshot37.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SGJ3-NI9y7I/AAAAAAAAG9U/55AV6iY9kTI/s400/Screenshot37.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215863229011315634" border="0" /></a>Doggett shows up at Scully's apartment to tell her that Mulder isn't living in his apartment anymore. Scully already knows but refuses to elaborate further. Skinner urges Doggett to drop his investigations. Scully agrees but Doggett tells her his supposed friend, Knowle Rohrer, had tried to kill him and Skinner in the garage.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SGJ4XNI9y8I/AAAAAAAAG9c/LlPjKZ3ymR4/s1600-h/Screenshot51.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SGJ4XNI9y8I/AAAAAAAAG9c/LlPjKZ3ymR4/s400/Screenshot51.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215863658508045250" border="0" /></a>Doggett gets home and finds a photograph of him and Rohrer in the marines so decides to find out about Rohrer. Coincidentally, the woman from the bar, Shannon McMahon, is also in the photo. McMahon sneaks into the FBI and leaves an envelope containing Wormus' obituary. Doggett pursues the lead by calling Scully into the morgue where she determines that Wormus drowned but notes the bruising on his ankle.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SGJ4sNI9y9I/AAAAAAAAG9k/Y4M4d15QdMA/s1600-h/Screenshot75.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SGJ4sNI9y9I/AAAAAAAAG9k/Y4M4d15QdMA/s400/Screenshot75.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215864019285298130" border="0" /></a>The Lone Gunmen tell Reyes that Doggett and Skinner left to investigate emails sent to Carl Wormus from a worker at the water plant named Roland McFarland - the man Shannon McMahon drowned. Doggett and Skinner sneak into the main control room where Doggett finds files relating to chloramine. Follmer tracks the men but Doggett slips into a filtration tank to get away. Suddenly Shannon McMahon surfaces and grabs hold of Doggett and pulls him under the water......<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SGJ5HdI9y_I/AAAAAAAAG90/s6DAJ8_Py-Q/s1600-h/Screenshot88.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SGJ5HdI9y_I/AAAAAAAAG90/s6DAJ8_Py-Q/s400/Screenshot88.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215864487436733426" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Notes:<br /></span>The opening titles get a major revamp for this last season. The basic concept is still there, but some images are added. One shot shows a list of "FBI Contacts, Witnesses, and Contributors." The names on this list are actually the screen names of posters on the official "X-Files" message board and changed with each new episode that season. Other names on the list were anagrams of characters on the show.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SGJ5etI9zAI/AAAAAAAAG98/MjqyMnEFQlw/s1600-h/Screenshot15.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SGJ5etI9zAI/AAAAAAAAG98/MjqyMnEFQlw/s400/Screenshot15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215864886868691970" border="0" /></a>The character of Brad Follmer is named after creator Chris Carter's writing assistant.<br /><br />When Doggett meets with the Lone Gunmen, their faces are blue. This is a reference to an incident in the series finale of "The Lone Gunmen", "All About Yves".<br /><br /><i>"Nothing important happened today"</i> (or words to that effect) was the entry King George III of England made in his personal diary on 4 July 1776. (Since he could not have known about the events occurring in the colonies for several weeks, his comment is often cited as a bit of historical irony.)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Quotes:<br /></span><b style="font-style: italic;">Assistant Director Follmer:</b> Monica?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Hi.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Assistant Director Follmer:</b> What are you doing?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> I was leaving you a note. Your assistant was out and I didn't want to knock. I was going to call you... Hi, Brad.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Assistant Director Follmer:</b> Come on in. <span style="font-style: italic;">(As Reyes enters the office, Assistant Director Follmer kisses her)</span> What?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> We're at work.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Assistant Director Follmer:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>You used to ask me to close the door at work back in New York.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> Is that all you called me here for, Assistant Director?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Assistant Director Follmer:</b> I probably shouldn't tell you how hot you look either, because you do. How long's it been? Two years?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> Yeah. We should catch up, Brad. Really. I've got to get downstairs.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Assistant Director Follmer:</b> I've got something for you. <span style="font-style: italic;">(He takes a pair of video tapes out of his desk drawer)</span> Forgive me, but... it didn't take a whole lot of digging to figure out why you're here in DC, Monica.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> What are those?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Assistant Director Follmer:</b> Something you're going to see, but... I wanted to show you first. They were taken from the security cameras in the FBI parking garage. One of them... shows you arriving in a cab meeting John Doggett.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> Yeah, I'm working with him. He called me up here on a case.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Assistant Director Follmer:</b> I heard. Believe me, this whole thing about a... chase and a crash and a fire. And now Doggett's internal investigation of Deputy Director Kersh, it's... big news"<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> What's so important to show me? What's on the other tape?<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SGJ64dI9zBI/AAAAAAAAG-E/T78-tbbQsf0/s1600-h/Screenshot28.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SGJ64dI9zBI/AAAAAAAAG-E/T78-tbbQsf0/s400/Screenshot28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215866428761951250" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>I don't know where Mulder is. I don't know that I'd tell you if I did.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> (to Doggett)</span> I checked with movers, airlines, car rental agencies... No Mulder.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Somebody get to him, that it? Doesn't seem possible, does it? <span style="font-style: italic;">(to Skinner)</span> Okay, so where's that leave us? It's just me and you, our word against Kersh and the FBI.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> You'd better sit down, John. It's more complicated than that.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> What's more complicated?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> This investigation.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> What about it?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> I want to ask you to drop it.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>No, not from you. Not from you. Not after what we've been through. I mean, we barely escaped with our lives.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> That's something worth thinking about.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> I'm sorry, you're not that reasonable. What, did they get to you, too?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> No one got to me, John, they didn't have to. That's the point.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> You're afraid of them.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> I'm not afraid of them.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Well, you're afraid of something. What? The real tape showing up? Them calling you a killer for you having to shoot Alex Krycek?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>No, I'll stand by my actions, Agent Doggett, but I won't stand by yours if you're going to continue to push and push until you get somebody killed. You want to know what I fear? I fear for Mulder and Scully. I fear for the life of that child if you don't stop pushing, John.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> You don't think I fear for those things, same as you?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> If you did, you'd let it go.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>So what I'm hearing is... if I don't drop it, I'm alone on this.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> John. You're not.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SGJ7wdI9zCI/AAAAAAAAG-M/5JVXQfRkgoQ/s1600-h/Screenshot47.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SGJ7wdI9zCI/AAAAAAAAG-M/5JVXQfRkgoQ/s400/Screenshot47.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215867390834625570" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>I'm really sorry. I... Dana, I need your help.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> I don't know how to find him.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> It just doesn't make any sense. Mulder leaving you here all alone. Just walking out on you, not telling you where and why.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> It makes sense in its own way. That's all I can tell you.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Then tell me why you can't trust me. Everything I did to try to protect you when you thought your baby was in danger. What changed? Why is it suddenly I'm now the enemy?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Let it go, John. Drop it. Please.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> These people tried to kill me. They tried to kill AD Skinner. They would have killed Mulder, too. They're still out there, Dana.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Exactly right, and they are unstoppable, and they are inside the FBI.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> You know something you're not telling me. Mulder knows something. How long can you hide from it? Knowle Rohrer, this old military buddy of mine, he told me your pregnancy was a result of a Government cloning experiment to try to create what he called a Super Soldier.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> I don't want to hear this. Look, there is nothing to any of this.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Knowle Rohrer, my buddy, was one of the men that tried to kill us in the FBI garage.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> My baby... my son... is fine.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> I hope to god that's true. I just don't want to pretend.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> I'm going to ask you to leave. I'm going to ask you to leave and not come back here.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SGJ8ZtI9zDI/AAAAAAAAG-U/-oyZJGga6hk/s1600-h/Screenshot55.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SGJ8ZtI9zDI/AAAAAAAAG-U/-oyZJGga6hk/s400/Screenshot55.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215868099504229426" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Water. Asphyxiation induced by the inhalation of water. There's contusions on the forehead and on the chest but the impact isn't what killed him. This man drowned. You're looking at me like you hope that there's something more, but there isn't.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>I'm sorry, that's not it. I'm just impressed that you can do this.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>This is what I do, Agent Reyes.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> But you're here doing it now. Something did happen, didn't it. I know what you're afraid of. That there's something wrong with your baby.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> We can let our fears get the better of us. We can... imagine things, make connections with things that aren't there. Like with this man.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> If you ever feel the need to talk to someone, Dana, I'm here. I'd never betray a confidence.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> There is something.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> What?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Right here on the ankle.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> Are those... fingerprints?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Yeah, that's what they look like.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Reyes:</b> From someone holding him down?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>I don't know how, or who.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SGJ9KdI9zEI/AAAAAAAAG-c/HNtWmwuWTYs/s1600-h/Screenshot74.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SGJ9KdI9zEI/AAAAAAAAG-c/HNtWmwuWTYs/s400/Screenshot74.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215868937022852162" border="0" /></a><span class="f-bold f-666">Episode Number: 183 <br />Season Number: 9 <br />First Aired: Sunday, November 11, 2001 <br />Production Code: 9A01<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">You can rate this episode below</span><br /></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08909082672994692941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138120172482108021.post-1324627826627396362008-06-20T15:30:00.021+02:002008-12-12T05:40:51.686+01:00Season 8: Existence (8X21)<div style="text-align: center;">Written by: Chris Carter<br />Directed by: Kim Manners<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFuxXNI9ycI/AAAAAAAAG4w/lgmb-FyxUZA/s1600-h/existence615.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFuxXNI9ycI/AAAAAAAAG4w/lgmb-FyxUZA/s400/existence615.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213956005833853378" border="0" /></a>A pathologist is called in late at night to examine the gnarled body of Billy Miles (crushed in the garbage truck in <a href="http://in-the-x-i-believe.blogspot.com/2008/06/season-8-essence-8x20.html">8X20</a>). The doctor pulls from the remains a piece of metallic vertebrae and, thinking it is most likely trash, places it on a nearby lab tray. He leaves the office with plans to continue the autopsy in the morning. The metal magically spins on the tray and reproduces itself, progressively growing larger.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFuxzdI9ydI/AAAAAAAAG44/nO0W6i18Bfc/s1600-h/existence015.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFuxzdI9ydI/AAAAAAAAG44/nO0W6i18Bfc/s400/existence015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213956491165157842" border="0" /></a>At the FBI, Mulder produces a video grab of a healthy and re-formed Billy Miles walking out of the morgue the previous night. Krycek explains to Skinner and Doggett that Billy is a human replacement -- a new kind of alien created to repopulate the planet. Although Billy may not find the hiding Scully, Krycek warns that others like him will.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFuyItI9yeI/AAAAAAAAG5A/zwYiFK39fTc/s1600-h/existence050.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFuyItI9yeI/AAAAAAAAG5A/zwYiFK39fTc/s400/existence050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213956856237378018" border="0" /></a>Agent Crane interrupts to tell Doggett that Knowle Rohrer is in the building to see him. Rohrer fabricates a story to Doggett that his investigation is military in nature and stemmed from a plan to create a super soldier. He explains that Billy is a prototype who is now after Scully because she was abducted by the military and impregnated with such a prototype.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFuye9I9yfI/AAAAAAAAG5I/w5Yi5C6EQo0/s1600-h/existence061.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFuye9I9yfI/AAAAAAAAG5I/w5Yi5C6EQo0/s400/existence061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213957238489467378" border="0" /></a>The chip in her neck was used to monitor her. When Rohrer asks where Scully is, Doggett claims ignorance. Meanwhile, Billy Miles enters the FBI hallway, unnoticed by everyone but Krycek. When Krycek bolts out of Skinner's office, Skinner follows him into an elevator to flee Billy. As the doors shut out Billy, his hand penetrates the metal and goes straight into the elevator chamber. Billy swings his arm and cuts into the top of Skinner's head, which knocks out the A.D. While Skinner later recuperates in the hospital with a concussion, Doggett tells Mulder that his informant Rohrer tipped him off that this would happen. Doggett is concerned that his knowledge of Scully's whereabouts may eventually catch up with him.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFuy29I9ygI/AAAAAAAAG5Q/iRn8gTazL1g/s1600-h/existence124.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFuy29I9ygI/AAAAAAAAG5Q/iRn8gTazL1g/s400/existence124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213957650806327810" border="0" /></a>Scully and Reyes drive through the night into Democrat Hot Springs, Georgia. Although it was once the city where Doggett was born, it is now a deserted ghost town. They set up camp in an abandoned house of worship that has no running water. That evening, Reyes goes outside to have a nerve-settling cigarette, when a light in the sky catches her eye. While too low and bright to be a star, it is unidentifiable. She ignores it and goes back inside.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFuzXtI9yhI/AAAAAAAAG5Y/QrPosFaFbPA/s1600-h/existence088.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFuzXtI9yhI/AAAAAAAAG5Y/QrPosFaFbPA/s400/existence088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213958213447043602" border="0" /></a>Seeing the newly cleaned building, Scully thanks Reyes for her kindness and tells the agent that she reminds her of her late sister, Melissa. Reyes sees someone lurking outside and draws her gun. A truck driven by a female game warden comes barreling toward her. The agents explain that Scully's life is in danger and that they are in hiding. The warden kindly gives them her first aid kit and a camp stove before leaving. Reyes admits to Scully that her vibrations are inclining that something feels off about the abandoned place.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFuzutI9yiI/AAAAAAAAG5g/qZXi02lSSes/s1600-h/existence209.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFuzutI9yiI/AAAAAAAAG5g/qZXi02lSSes/s400/existence209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213958608584034850" border="0" /></a>When she goes outside to get more water, she again sees the light in the distant sky. While she is watching it, Billy Miles appears and throws her against a wall. Before he can attack her, a gunshot blows a hole through his chest. The game warden stands aside, her rifle still smoking. Reyes sees the alien vertebrae on Billy's neck, and she and the warden carry his limp body to show Scully that he's dead. Scully, still worried that he can never be killed, announces that she is going into labor.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFu0INI9yjI/AAAAAAAAG5o/xQm0NN-ugzg/s1600-h/existence276.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFu0INI9yjI/AAAAAAAAG5o/xQm0NN-ugzg/s400/existence276.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213959046670699058" border="0" /></a>Sitting in the FBI garage, Doggett asks Mulder when his quest is going to end. Mulder responds that perhaps it never will. They see Krycek pulling into the garage. His passenger is the ubiquitous Knowle Rohrer. Doggett follows Rohrer into the FBI building, finding him surreptitiously meeting with Agent Crane. Hiding from them, he meets up with Skinner, and they call Mulder with news about Crane. Mulder, still in the garage watching Krycek, says that Krycek, Rohrer and Crane are all in it together, fooling the agents into believing that they are protecting Scully.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFu0vtI9ykI/AAAAAAAAG5w/41FSjlH17b4/s1600-h/existence296.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFu0vtI9ykI/AAAAAAAAG5w/41FSjlH17b4/s400/existence296.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213959725275531842" border="0" /></a>Mulder tells Doggett to get out of there and asks him to reveal where Reyes took Scully. Suddenly, the car window smashes and Krycek holds Mulder at gunpoint. Krycek says that he tried to stop the aliens but it is now too late. Although he has protected Mulder's life in the past, Krycek explains that he is forced to kill him now because the conspiracy goes deep into the FBI. Krycek cocks his gun trigger and aims at Mulder, but Skinner shoots him in the arm. Krycek pleads with the A.D. to kill Mulder, insisting that he can save more lives that way. Skinner listens, but then shoots Krycek squarely between the eyes, killing him.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFu1T9I9ylI/AAAAAAAAG54/HBf-_vKfxYk/s1600-h/existence382.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFu1T9I9ylI/AAAAAAAAG54/HBf-_vKfxYk/s400/existence382.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213960348045789778" border="0" /></a>Mulder takes off to the airport in pursuit of Scully. Upstairs in the building, Doggett pulls his gun on Rohrer and Crane, and they chase him. Doggett runs into Skinner, and the two break for their car. They run over Crane, but he is still alive, hanging onto the side of the vehicle. Crane smashes through the window, while Rohrer follows in another car. Skinner sideswipes a concrete pole, ridding him of Crane. When Crane gets up, Rohrer's car hits him and swerves out of control. Rohrer crashes into a wall, and his car explodes.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFu2TtI9ymI/AAAAAAAAG6A/KN-GDnuifaY/s1600-h/existence454.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFu2TtI9ymI/AAAAAAAAG6A/KN-GDnuifaY/s400/existence454.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213961443262450274" border="0" /></a>Reyes is preparing for Scully's birth when she notices the alien vertebrae on the game warden's neck. She throws boiling water on the warden, screaming Who are you? Suddenly, a number of cars pull up to the abandoned town and a perfectly healthy Billy Miles gets up off the ground. This baby will be born, the replicant game warden says. Scully screams in pain, watching as a crowd of aliens walk into the building and surround her.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFu2p9I9ynI/AAAAAAAAG6I/HunuOA0_EzY/s1600-h/existence461.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFu2p9I9ynI/AAAAAAAAG6I/HunuOA0_EzY/s400/existence461.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213961825514539634" border="0" /></a>This is my baby! Please don't let them take it, she pleads to Reyes. The aliens watch silently as Scully gives birth with Reyes' assistance. Mulder flies overhead in a helicopter and the aliens pull away in their cars. He lands, and runs toward the building, calling out for Scully. Reyes orders him to take Scully to the hospital.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFu29tI9yoI/AAAAAAAAG6Q/wIsQaheVEu0/s1600-h/existence477.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFu29tI9yoI/AAAAAAAAG6Q/wIsQaheVEu0/s400/existence477.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213962164816956034" border="0" /></a>The Gunmen depart, and Scully shows Mulder the baby, whom she named William, after Mulder's father. Although the baby is completely human, they comment that he is still a miracle. Mulder believes that the aliens did not take him because they thought he would be otherwise. I think we feared the possibility, he tells Scully. The truth we both know. And as he cradles their son, he leans in and kisses her.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFu6MtI9ypI/AAAAAAAAG6c/ZpoBhsS1dl8/s1600-h/existence537.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFu6MtI9ypI/AAAAAAAAG6c/ZpoBhsS1dl8/s400/existence537.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213965721049877138" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Notes:<br /></span> This episode marks the time that Mulder and Scully finally become a couple.<br /><br />This episode marks the death of recurring villain Alex Krycek, although he appears in a hallucination during the finale.<br /><br />This episode was not supposed to end with a passionate or more-than-friendly kiss between Fox Mulder and Dana Scully, however David Duchovny and the episode's director, Kim Manners, told Chris Carter that they felt this kiss was absolutely necessary, so the episode uses that. It subsequently is used to (more or less) justify that Mulder is in fact the father of William.<br /><br />After taping the last scene of the episode, the one in Scully's apartment, David and Gillian stayed on the set crying for 5 minutes. It was their way of saying goodbye to the relationship that they built, as characters and actors.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Quotes:<br /></span><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>This is a video grab from a DC morgue. It's Billy Miles.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> How can that be?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> It can't be. It's impossible.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> Yeah. It can't be, but it is. Walking out of the morgue looking like a new man.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> His body was taken to the morgue in a little box, for god's sake.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Krycek:</b> Like I told you. You can't stop him.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> Yeah, you know, you keep saying that, Krycek. So why don't you explain it to us, because I'm having a little bit of a hard time understanding it myself. Billy Miles was scraped out of the back of a garbage truck. I saw him go in, I saw him come out.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Krycek:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Well, I don't know if I can explain it in any technical sense, but... that's Billy Miles, without a doubt.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>You're sitting there for one reason, Krycek. Because you can explain it.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Krycek:</b> I told you — he's a human replacement. Some new kind of alien... created to aid in the repopulation of the planet.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> Which Scully is a threat to.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Krycek:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>If she has that baby.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Well, I don't care who he is, or what you think he's made of, there's no way he's going to find her. No way.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Krycek:</b> Well maybe he's not, but there are others out there just like him. And it's only a matter of time before they will.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFu7sNI9yqI/AAAAAAAAG6k/roSxPMB9Qmw/s1600-h/existence045.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFu7sNI9yqI/AAAAAAAAG6k/roSxPMB9Qmw/s400/existence045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213967361727384226" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>It's not like you, Knowle coming to see me when you make me work so hard to see you.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Knowle Rohrer:</b> This couldn't wait, John. It's about this thing you're pursuing.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> This thing?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Knowle Rohrer:</b> This man you're after. I think you know what I'm talking about.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> I think I'm confused, Knowle — if it's a man or if it's a thing.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Knowle Rohrer:</b> It's military, John. It goes all the way to the top. I can't overstate the sensitivity. Let me say there was a rumoured program out of the cold war. A plan to create a super soldier.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Well, this kid I'm talking about was pretty damn super. Got right up out of a gut bucket and hit the ground running. Kid wasn't exactly what I'd call military material. In fact, they say he was an alien abductee.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Knowle Rohrer:</b> You got it half right, John.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Which half?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Knowle Rohrer:</b> What you're chasing... is a prototype.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Uh huh. And this so called prototype... what is he after?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Knowle Rohrer:</b> Oh, I think you know that, too, John. He's after your partner, Scully. You may not be aware that she was part of a program herself. Six years ago, Agent Scully was taken in a military operation staged as an abduction. They put a chip in the back of her neck to monitor her. It was also used to make her pregnant with the first organic version of that same super soldier.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Huh. What do you want from me?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Knowle Rohrer:</b> Help us catch him so we can put him down... before he finds her.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> You assume I know where she is.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Knowle Rohrer:</b> Who does? Your superior? Whoever knows, his life's in danger, too. I want you to know.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFu8WdI9yrI/AAAAAAAAG6s/bludMxN1KQA/s1600-h/existence100.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFu8WdI9yrI/AAAAAAAAG6s/bludMxN1KQA/s400/existence100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213968087576857266" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> Hey. You know, how is it that this friend of yours is so desperate for your help? And then when we want to reach him, all of a sudden he's unreachable, nowhere to be found?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> I don't know, maybe he got wind. Maybe he got spooked. But I'm beginning to think it doesn't make a damn bit of difference.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> 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?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>He is or he isn't. What the hell difference does it really make?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> It doesn't make any difference at all. Unless you want to protect Scully and that baby.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> 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? All the sacrifice, the blood spilled — you've given nearly a decade of your life. Where the hell is it all going to end?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>I don't know. Maybe it doesn't. Start the car.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> What?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> Alex Krycek just pulled in.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> (Doggett starts the engine and follows Krycek's car through the garage. Krycek parks and Doggett stops nearby)</span><br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> What the hell is he doing here? How did he get security clearance?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> You recognise his passenger?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Yeah. It's Knowle Rohrer.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFu9EdI9ysI/AAAAAAAAG60/Q5dnDzxGvfk/s1600-h/existence244.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFu9EdI9ysI/AAAAAAAAG60/Q5dnDzxGvfk/s400/existence244.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213968877850839746" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Krycek:</b> Get out of the car. Doesn't seem fair now. Doesn't seem right. Coming down to this.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> What do you know about fair or right, Krycek? You're a coward.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Krycek:</b> 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.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> Then there really is no god.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Krycek:</b> You think I'm bad. That I'm a killer. We wanted the same thing, brother. That's what you don't understand.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> I wanted to stop them. All you wanted was to save your own ass.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Krycek:</b> 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.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> You want to kill me, Alex, kill me. Like you killed my father. Just don't insult me trying to make me understand.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> (Krycek's finger slowly tightens on the trigger. A gun is fired, Krycek gasps in pain and falls. There is a bullet wound in his right arm. He looks up and sees Skinner, gun in hand. Krycek reaches down to pick up his dropped gun, screams in pain and falls to the ground again as Skinner shoots him in the arm again)</span><br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Krycek:</b> It's going to take more bullets than you can... ever fire to win this game. But one bullet... and I can give you a thousand lives. Shoot Mulder.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> (Skinner fires again and Krycek falls to the ground, a bullet hole between his eyes)</span><br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> I'm going to go to the airport. I need that location from Agent Doggett. Skinner, are you with me?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> You just go. I'll get him.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFu93tI9ytI/AAAAAAAAG68/XpGuTbQLH80/s1600-h/existence383.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFu93tI9ytI/AAAAAAAAG68/XpGuTbQLH80/s400/existence383.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213969758319135442" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b> I'm to take this story seriously? These incidents at the FBI. This account of Agent Scully's birth. I'm to submit this report as quality investigative work? As representative of actual fact?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>I signed the report there, sir.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b> Yeah, I see it, John. And I see her signature here, too. On an X-File. I'd like to know when you assigned yourself, Agent Reyes.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Reyes:</b> Agent Doggett assigned me, sir.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Agent Doggett cannot just assume the authority of this office.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> I assume it, because this office is under investigation. For the late night meeting between you, Agent Crane, and an intelligence operative named Knowle Rohrer.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Reyes:</b> Both men were presumed dead, but are now missing. In actual fact.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Deputy Director Kersh:</b> You investigate what <b>I</b> tell you.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> And you put me on the X-Files. That's what I'm investigating.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFu-ZdI9yuI/AAAAAAAAG7E/OD9tJ53ymRw/s1600-h/existence497.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFu-ZdI9yuI/AAAAAAAAG7E/OD9tJ53ymRw/s400/existence497.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213970338139720418" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> How's everybody doing?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>We're doing just fine. <span style="font-style: italic;">(She gets up and carries the baby to Mulder)</span><br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> Hey, now. What are you going to call him?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>William. After your father.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> Well, I don't know. He's... he's got your colouring and your eyes. But he looks suspiciously like Assistant Director Skinner.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> I don't understand, Mulder — they came to take him from us — why they didn't.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> 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?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> From the moment I became pregnant, I feared the truth... about how... and why. And I know that you feared it, too.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> I think what we feared were the possibilities. The truth we both know.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Which is what?<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> (Still holding the baby between them, Mulder leans down and kisses Scully)<br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFu_F9I9yvI/AAAAAAAAG7M/Vw2MZe1Xyh8/s1600-h/existence618.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFu_F9I9yvI/AAAAAAAAG7M/Vw2MZe1Xyh8/s400/existence618.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213971102643899122" border="0" /></a><span class="f-bold f-666">Episode Number: 182 <br />Season Number: 8 <br />First Aired: Sunday, May 20, 2001 <br />Production Code: 8X21<br /><br /></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08909082672994692941noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138120172482108021.post-69946598750250089512008-06-17T08:51:00.016+02:002008-12-12T05:40:55.997+01:00Season 8: Essence (8X20)<div style="text-align: center;">Written by: Chris Carter<br />Directed by: Kim Manners<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFdldZZMWJI/AAAAAAAAG2M/jWANm6Jl9rQ/s1600-h/essence001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFdldZZMWJI/AAAAAAAAG2M/jWANm6Jl9rQ/s400/essence001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212746649411803282" border="0" /></a>Mrs. Scully sets up decorations in Scully's apartment in preparation for a baby shower. She pesters her secretive daughter about whether the baby is a boy or a girl. Yet Mrs. Scully has a surprise of her own - she has hired Lizzy Gill, a baby nurse, to tend to the reluctant Scully. During the party, Lizzy goes into the bathroom undetected. She opens one of Scully's prescription bottles and dumps its contents down the toilet. Then she removes a packet of pills from her pocket and pours them into the bottle.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFdl0pZMWKI/AAAAAAAAG2U/NTtN4aylP9w/s1600-h/essence029.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFdl0pZMWKI/AAAAAAAAG2U/NTtN4aylP9w/s400/essence029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212747048843761826" border="0" /></a>Dr. Lev (last seen in <a href="http://in-the-x-i-believe.blogspot.com/2008/04/season-8-per-manum-8x08.html">8X08 ''Per Manum''</a>) is working late at night in the Zeus Genetics lab, clutching an alien baby when Billy Miles (last seen in <a href="http://in-the-x-i-believe.blogspot.com/2008/06/seasnon-8-deadalive-8x15.html">8X15 ''Deadalive''</a>) enters. Your work here is done, Billy says. He beheads the doctor with his hand and sets fire to the body. The next day, Doggett is home when Mulder pays him a surprise visit. He shows Doggett a news report on television of a fire at Zeus Genetics. Mulder believes that somebody is covering up whatever was going on in that lab, and Doggett sends Agent Crane to sift through the ashes at the crime scene. The only person not accounted for is Dr. Lev, a partner in Zeus with Dr. Parenti, Scully's former obstetrician. Mulder and Doggett break into Parenti's office and are surprised to see the doctor there. When Doggett finds racks of specimen jars with abnormal fetuses, Mulder accuses the doctor of experimenting with alien embryos.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFdm45ZMWLI/AAAAAAAAG2c/vA3F-s16z5I/s1600-h/essence098.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFdm45ZMWLI/AAAAAAAAG2c/vA3F-s16z5I/s400/essence098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212748221369833650" border="0" /></a>Lizzy Gill leaves Scully's apartment and is picked up by Duffy Haskell. I think she trusts me, Lizzy tells him. In his office, Dr. Parenti packs up the specimen jars when he hears someone come in. It is Billy Miles. Parenti tells him that the office is closed. Mulder and Doggett sneak into Parenti's office in the middle of the night, suspecting foul play when the doctor does not answer their calls. Amid the fetuses, Doggett finds the head of Dr. Parenti in a specimen jar.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFdngJZMWMI/AAAAAAAAG2k/hYsrsMt3JgM/s1600-h/essence182.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFdngJZMWMI/AAAAAAAAG2k/hYsrsMt3JgM/s400/essence182.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212748895679699138" border="0" /></a>Suddenly, Billy Miles surprises Mulder and throws him through a glass window. Doggett, seeing the alien vertebrae on Billy, shoots at him but Billy escapes. Later, Scully tends to Mulder's injured head at her apartment. He tries to explain that Billy has transformed into an alien, but that he himself was somehow prevented from this through Scully's procedure in the hospital. Yet Billy is no ordinary alien, because Doggett saw red blood when he shot at him. Mulder determines that Billy is now a hybrid, and fears for the safety of Scully's baby. Lizzy, overhearing their conversation, phones Duffy. Duffy, however, is face-to-face with Billy Miles, and the alien slices off Duffy's head with one clean chop of his hand.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFdoBZZMWNI/AAAAAAAAG2s/gYP15UPhp58/s1600-h/essence278.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFdoBZZMWNI/AAAAAAAAG2s/gYP15UPhp58/s400/essence278.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212749466910349522" border="0" /></a>Duffy's body is found in an illegal medical facility used for cloning. There, Skinner locates prenatal records on Scully, as monitored by Dr. Lev and Dr. Parenti. Skinner takes Mulder aside and asks about the nature of Scully's conception, but Mulder, surprisingly, doesn't have any answers. Mulder calls Scully and says it is important that he immediately see her regarding interference with her pregnancy. Yet she hears a noise in her apartment and catches Lizzy tampering with her prescription bottle. Who are you? she demands. Later, after a checkup, the doctor assures Scully that the pills she had been taking were only harmless vitamin supplements.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFdobpZMWOI/AAAAAAAAG20/x6WOR6NdTVQ/s1600-h/essence340.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFdobpZMWOI/AAAAAAAAG20/x6WOR6NdTVQ/s400/essence340.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212749917881915618" border="0" /></a>Doggett interrogates Lizzy, who recounts how she worked as a research scientist on human cloning. Her research team had been successful at birthing an alien egg in a human mother. Mulder is outraged. What did you do to Scully? he screams. Lizzy tells them that there is nothing wrong with Scully's child. In fact, it is perfectly human, and she had tried to protect it. Agent Crane informs Doggett that Billy Miles phoned in and offered to give himself up.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFdu2pZMWPI/AAAAAAAAG3A/BMYIWajC3JA/s1600-h/essence379.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFdu2pZMWPI/AAAAAAAAG3A/BMYIWajC3JA/s400/essence379.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212756978808150258" border="0" /></a>A SWAT team storms Dr. Parenti's office, but Billy is not there. Sensing danger, Mulder orders Scully to quickly pack and leave her apartment. Doggett calls with news of Billy's disappearance, and mysteriously, the lights go off in Scully's apartment. Billy misses Mulder and Scully as they escape outside. Their car, however, is blocked in, and the approaching Billy Miles traps them like sitting ducks.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFdvTpZMWQI/AAAAAAAAG3I/6EKvFYTtXjA/s1600-h/essence471.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFdvTpZMWQI/AAAAAAAAG3I/6EKvFYTtXjA/s400/essence471.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212757477024356610" border="0" /></a>Suddenly, another car screeches from out of nowhere and plows over Billy. Mulder and Scully watch in shock as its driver - Krycek - orders them to get in. Billy Miles gets up, unhurt, and watches the car speed off. At the FBI, Krycek informs the assembled agents that the aliens are afraid of Scully's child because it is greater than they are. Doggett is suspicious of Krycek and calls Agent Monica Reyes, who has flown into Washington, for help.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFdvyZZMWRI/AAAAAAAAG3Q/wW-60Cb1GAg/s1600-h/essence540.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFdvyZZMWRI/AAAAAAAAG3Q/wW-60Cb1GAg/s400/essence540.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212758005305334034" border="0" /></a>Skinner and Mulder take Scully into the elevator, but as they approach the garage, Doggett calls to say that Billy Miles is down there. They put Scully back in the elevator, and Billy goes up the stairs. Krycek takes Scully while Skinner and Mulder proceed in the elevator, with Billy in pursuit. Doggett puts Scully in a car with Reyes. On the roof, Billy is about to strike Skinner when Mulder comes up from behind to push Billy off the roof. He lands in a garbage truck and its compactor crushes him. As Scully and Reyes speed out of the garage, Agent Crane blocks their path. He watches as the garbage truck rids of Billy, and then waves the women safely by. They do not see that Agent Crane too has the alien vertebrae on his neck.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFdwL5ZMWSI/AAAAAAAAG3Y/Koio9uYRr38/s1600-h/essence596.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFdwL5ZMWSI/AAAAAAAAG3Y/Koio9uYRr38/s400/essence596.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212758443391998242" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Quotes:<br /></span><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> (voiceover)</span> 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? And what do I tell myself?<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFdw6pZMWTI/AAAAAAAAG3g/gl3a9rNIxFM/s1600-h/essence033.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFdw6pZMWTI/AAAAAAAAG3g/gl3a9rNIxFM/s400/essence033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212759246550882610" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Margaret Scully:</b> You know, it would be a whole lot easier for everyone if you would just tell us the sex, Dana. Did you hear me?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Yes, I heard you, Mom — for about the thousandth time, you can wait. Didn't you have to wait with us?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Margaret Scully:</b> Well, I know it's a boy. I can just tell by the way you're carrying. It's a boy.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Well, see, you obviously don't need me to tell you because you already know.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Margaret Scully:</b> Then it's a boy? Oh, it's the least you could tell your mother considering everything else you're keeping a secret. <span style="font-style: italic;">(There is a knock at the door)</span><br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>We told people noon, right?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Margaret Scully:</b> Mm-hmm.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> (Scully opens the door. Lizzy Gill enters, carrying two bouquets of flowers, one pink one blue)</span><br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Lizzy Gill:</b> Hi. Your mom said to cover all the bases. I'm Lizzy Gill.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Margaret Scully:</b> Hi, Lizzy. Let me give you a hand with that. I asked Lizzy to help out today.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Oh. Hi.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Lizzy Gill:</b> These are going to need some water. Congratulations, by the way.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Mom... what do we need help with?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Margaret Scully:</b> I don't know. It's just, well you shouldn't have to worry. You have to let people do for you. She's a very highly recommended baby nurse, by the way.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Oh, Mom.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFdxypZMWUI/AAAAAAAAG3o/8gGtI2240kc/s1600-h/essence010.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFdxypZMWUI/AAAAAAAAG3o/8gGtI2240kc/s400/essence010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212760208623556930" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> Knock, knock.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Right. We get caught in here, what are you going to say then?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> I'll just say I'm with you, Agent Doggett. It's Saturday anyway, right? We're just having a look around.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> (Doggett enters a room lined with jars of foetuses)</span><br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Hey, Mulder.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> (Mulder goes to join Doggett, but is intercepted by Dr Parenti)</span><br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Dr Parenti:</b> Who are you?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> Me?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Dr Parenti:</b> Yes, you, sir. What do you think you're doing in this office?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> I'm with an FBI agent who would like to ask you the exact same question. Dr Parenti, isn't it?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Dr Parenti:</b> I'm in the middle of a very delicate medical procedure. Whatever you want, you don't just come barging in here. I don't care who you are.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> This medical procedure... it have anything to do with this?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Dr Parenti:</b> Please...<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Why don't you tell us what we're looking at here, Dr Parenti?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Dr Parenti:</b> You people have no right to be here. I want you to leave.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> What is this? Some kind of showroom?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Dr Parenti:</b> Do you know what I've been through in the past 24 hours? Close friend and colleague is missing. Much of my life's work has been destroyed.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> How about you explain what you are doing? What these things are.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Dr Parenti:</b> They are what we are all working so hard to prevent — children with non-survivable birth defects.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> Does that work include experimentation with alien embryos? Work that you would destroy to cover up such allegations?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Dr Parenti:</b> Where do you get these ideas?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> From a friend of mine — a former patient of yours — Dana Scully.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Dr Parenti:</b> If I'm such a Dr Frankenstein how is it that Ms Scully is carrying a perfectly healthy child? In her own medical opinion.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> Is she?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> I'd say this man's suitably pissed off. Why don't we let him get back to work. Let's go, Mulder.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFdzJJZMWVI/AAAAAAAAG3w/97jOlc6RHAY/s1600-h/essence134.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFdzJJZMWVI/AAAAAAAAG3w/97jOlc6RHAY/s400/essence134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212761694682241362" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> Ahh! Scully.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Sorry.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> I see why you gave up a career in medicine for the FBI, Scully. You've got manos de piedra.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Sorry.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> Imagine if he'd really connected.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Who?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> Billy Miles.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Billy Miles? He did this?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Ask Agent Doggett. He saw him.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> If you ask me, the kid was whacked out on something. Whatever it was, he's feeling no pain.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> Ask me, the kid isn't a kid.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Oh, don't tell me he's an alien.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> He is a <b>type</b> of alien. A human replacement. One who looks human. Look at his strength. The way he took those slugs.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> I've seen plenty of guys whacked out on chemicals, keep on coming.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> Well, then, you're ignoring who Billy Miles is. You, of all people, Agent Doggett who's supposedly running the X-Files.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> You're ignoring the fact that he bled red blood. Now, every single X-File I read — and I read them all, Mulder — what you call <i>'aliens'</i> bleed green, right?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> Well, Billy Miles is a whole new deal. He's an alien abductee who was returned after hideous procedures were performed on him. And who miraculously returns to so-called perfect health when his body completely sheds its skin.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Same thing happened to you.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> Same thing <b>would</b> have happened to me if I'd been left alone. If Scully hadn't treated me.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> What I want to know is what Billy Miles was doing at that medical office.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> Same as when he torched Zeus Genetics and destroyed their experiments with alien biology and the doctors performing them.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> And what were you doing there... Mulder?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Looking for answers.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> To what?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> One of those doctors was your doctor.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Mulder...<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> Listen, Scully, I'm sorry, but I just need to know that this baby of yours is going to be all right.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> My baby is fine, Mulder. I've had it checked over and over again with my new doctor that I trust implicitly.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFd0TZZMWWI/AAAAAAAAG34/JqjMbYBRg4I/s1600-h/essence209.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFd0TZZMWWI/AAAAAAAAG34/JqjMbYBRg4I/s400/essence209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212762970287528290" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Lizzy Gill:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>I knew people would kill for what I know but... not like this.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Not going to let that happen. Just what you told me and Agent Crane.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Lizzy Gill:</b> For the past ten years I've been working as a research scientist trying to produce human clones — long before the media circus with sheep and cows. The work was painstaking, largely unsuccessful, but there was a lot of interest and a lot of money.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> Money from who?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Lizzy Gill:</b> Orders came from government men. But they're all dead now.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> But the work continued.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Lizzy Gill:</b> We were surprisingly successful with a clone from a human egg and alien DNA. DNA that the government had since 1947.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> What do you mean by success?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Lizzy Gill:</b> Alien babies. Birthed by human mothers desperate to conceive. They didn't live more than a couple of days, but tissue and stem cells is what we were after for other experiments.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> What other experiments?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Lizzy Gill:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>I don't know anything about that. But I know it was something good.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> What did you do to Scully?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Lizzy Gill:</b> We were trying to protect her.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> What did you do to her?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Lizzy Gill:</b> No, you don't understand.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> Tell me what's wrong with her! Tell me what's wrong with her baby!<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Listen to her. What she's saying.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Lizzy Gill:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>There's nothing wrong with her. That's what I'm trying to tell you. The child she is carrying is very special. One could only hope to create that in a lab. A perfect human child, but with no human frailties.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFd-p5ZMWXI/AAAAAAAAG4I/uv00RHnfV_0/s1600-h/essence394.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFd-p5ZMWXI/AAAAAAAAG4I/uv00RHnfV_0/s400/essence394.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212774351950862706" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Krycek:</b> You should all know exactly what it is you're up against... what Agent Scully's up against.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>You realise you're all listening to someone who tried to kill me. He left you for dead.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> Tell us about Billy Miles.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Krycek:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>There are others just like him. You can call them what you want. They're human replacements, alien replicants. They're virtually unstoppable.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> What do they want?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Krycek:</b> They want to knock out any and all attempts by us to survive the final days — when they come back to retake the planet.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>So, what, they're wandering around among us... looking for trouble? Some kind of alien lawmen?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Krycek:</b> You saw what they did to those doctors. They're fearless. And they answer to no one, except their own biological imperative... to survive.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> What about Scully? What do they want with her?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> They want my baby. Why?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Krycek:</b> They didn't even know about it. I don't know exactly how they could have found out just how... how important it is... how special.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> My baby is normal.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Krycek:</b> Your baby was a miracle. Born of a barren mother's barren womb.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> Are you saying that they're afraid of it?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Krycek:</b> They're afraid of its implications. That it could somehow be greater than them. Something... more human than human.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> I don't believe this.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Skinner:</b> You wanted to destroy her child.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Krycek:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>I wanted to destroy the truth before they learn the truth.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> That there's a god... a higher power.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> I don't believe this crap; I don't believe you're all sitting around here listening to it even when you know this man's a liar. Worse than that.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Krycek:</b> You can believe what you want, but I don't think you can take the chance that I'm wrong. There isn't hospital that's safe enough. She may never even make it out of this building.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Why don't you just shut up?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> Agent Doggett. Get on the phone. If we're going to get Scully out of here we're going to need some help.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFd_kJZMWYI/AAAAAAAAG4Q/Fqa8eayuBDc/s1600-h/essence505.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFd_kJZMWYI/AAAAAAAAG4Q/Fqa8eayuBDc/s400/essence505.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212775352678242690" border="0" /></a><span class="f-bold f-666">Episode Number: 181 <br />Season Number: 8 <br />First Aired: Sunday, May 13, 2001 <br />Production Code: 8X20</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08909082672994692941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138120172482108021.post-16562485703852757732008-06-13T15:35:00.015+02:002008-12-12T05:41:05.499+01:00Season 8: Alone (8X19)<div style="text-align: center;">Written by: Frank Spotnitz<br />Directed by: Frank Spotnitz<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFJ5KWe5JHI/AAAAAAAAG0A/24Q39hGRFrA/s1600-h/alone412.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFJ5KWe5JHI/AAAAAAAAG0A/24Q39hGRFrA/s400/alone412.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211360937561891954" border="0" /></a>In a small house in Ellicot, NY, Gary Sacks tends to his ailing father, Arlen. Gary goes into the kitchen, and Arlen panics when he sees something on the ceiling. Gary hears the heart monitor flatline in the other room and sees that his father has disappeared from his wheelchair. Gary looks for him and hears a hissing sound. Suddenly, a huge reptilian face lunges at him, and he is sprayed with venom.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFJ5gGe5JII/AAAAAAAAG0I/eXVPBMG1KoI/s1600-h/alone031.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFJ5gGe5JII/AAAAAAAAG0I/eXVPBMG1KoI/s400/alone031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211361311224046722" border="0" /></a>At the FBI, Scully cleans out her desk in preparation for maternity leave. She finds memorabilia from past cases, and gives Doggett an Apollo 11 key chain that was given to her by Mulder (in <a href="http://in-the-x-i-believe.blogspot.com/2007/05/season-4-tempus-fugit-4x17.html">4X17 Tempus Fugit</a>). The medallion symbolizes teamwork and partnership, and she thanks Doggett for his help over the past year. She exits the office. Moments later, Agent Leyla Harrison enters, having been assigned to partner with Doggett on the X-files during Scully's leave. Harrison, a fan of Mulder and Scully's work, is excited about being on an actual X-file and accompanies Doggett in examining the crime scene at the Sacks' home. There are some remnants of slime in the home and near where Arlen's body was found. Based on her study of Mulder and Scully's past cases, Harrison immediately jumps to otherworldly conclusions about the nature of the slime. Doggett shoots down her theories.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFJ6PWe5JJI/AAAAAAAAG0Q/cb9qmejEzaY/s1600-h/alone103.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFJ6PWe5JJI/AAAAAAAAG0Q/cb9qmejEzaY/s400/alone103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211362122972865682" border="0" /></a>Doggett wanders alone toward a deserted mansion near the crime scene, and after entering, finds a book on the Sixth Extinction on a desk. He hears a noise and pulls out his gun, only to find Agent Harrison. He tells her that it is here and orders her to wait outside. Gunshots ring outside, and he looks for Agent Harrison, but she has disappeared. He goes into the nearby woods and accidentally falls through a trap door on the ground. He finds himself in some sort of underground wine cellar.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFJ6qGe5JKI/AAAAAAAAG0Y/QSz4yxWcTiU/s1600-h/alone297.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFJ6qGe5JKI/AAAAAAAAG0Y/QSz4yxWcTiU/s400/alone297.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211362582534366370" border="0" /></a>Mulder assists Scully in going to her Lamaze class. She admits to feeling like she has deserted her work. Mulder assures her that Doggett can take care of himself. Skinner, meanwhile, leads a pack of agents to search for Doggett. Scully is worried, and expresses a desire to go back to work to help the search. She performs an autopsy on Arlen Sacks' body and discovers that the slime on his body is actually venom that has been excreted by a reptile. Mulder tries to convince her to stop working as he steps in to conduct his own investigation.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFJ7F2e5JLI/AAAAAAAAG0g/RvypPX3pKic/s1600-h/alone210.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFJ7F2e5JLI/AAAAAAAAG0g/RvypPX3pKic/s400/alone210.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211363059275736242" border="0" /></a>In the underground lair, Doggett is wondering what to make of an amber-colored shell of a dog when he sees something quickly move past him. A giant, snake-like creature attacks him and sprays venom in his eyes. With his sight impaired, Doggett shoots blindly at the creature, and it manages to get away. Harrison hears his gunshots and finds Doggett. Her eyes are also affected, but she brings him to the sickly body of Gary Sacks.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFJ7i2e5JMI/AAAAAAAAG0o/AFyHAmID56g/s1600-h/alone387.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFJ7i2e5JMI/AAAAAAAAG0o/AFyHAmID56g/s400/alone387.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211363557491942594" border="0" /></a>Mulder arrives at the crime scene where Skinner is redirecting the search farther away. Mulder, no longer an FBI agent, takes off into the woods on his own and comes upon the mansion. He sees something in the brush and picks it up, but is startled by Herman Stites who claims to own the property. Mulder asks him if he has seen a reptile and the man bristles at any accusations. Mulder walks away and misses Doggett, who has climbed up to a grating and is calling out to Stites from below. I need a hand, he begs Stites, who ignores the plea. Stites steps on Doggett's outstretched hand, and the agent falls back down in the cellar. Doggett and Harrison hear Stites seal the trap door closed. They then realize that Gary Sacks' body is gone.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFJ77We5JNI/AAAAAAAAG0w/r-Sqg2PVa_k/s1600-h/alone425.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFJ77We5JNI/AAAAAAAAG0w/r-Sqg2PVa_k/s400/alone425.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211363978398737618" border="0" /></a>Scully calls Mulder to tell him that Skinner is angry that he is tampering with a federal investigation. Mulder believes that it may be a man and not a reptile that they are looking for. He found the Apollo medallion and believes that Doggett is probably still nearby and that Stites is somehow involved. Doggett and Harrison blindly walk through the tunnel in the cellar. She fears that she is afflicted with the same thing as Sacks, because she has become completely blind. The creature appears once again and Doggett wildly shoots at it, but it gets away. Harrison finds Sacks' body. It has deteriorated even more.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFJ8h2e5JOI/AAAAAAAAG04/9wp1bUUAWlQ/s1600-h/alone650.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFJ8h2e5JOI/AAAAAAAAG04/9wp1bUUAWlQ/s400/alone650.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211364639823701218" border="0" /></a>Mulder sits in his car near the mansion, waiting. Scully discovers that the venom hardens the body's skin to form a shell. Then, its organs liquefy. She tells Mulder that Stites had been working on creating a new species of reptile. Mulder takes off after something moving in the woods. He watches as a human-sized reptile climbs up the house and into the window of the mansion. As Mulder bangs on the front door, he does not see the creature morph into Stites. Mulder confronts Stites, and Stites brings him into the underground wine cellar. There, Mulder sees Doggett and Harrison, who senses that Stites is really the creature. Suddenly, Stites disappears and the creature crawls along the ceiling. Without an issued gun, Mulder orders a blinded Doggett to shoot at the monster, but Doggett can't see what he's shooting at. Mulder demands that Doggett aim for the sound of his own voice. Although Doggett is hesitant about firing towards Mulder, he shoots and hits the creature. It transforms into Herman Stites, who lies there dead.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFJ9Ame5JPI/AAAAAAAAG1A/1mhI4_r2cl0/s1600-h/alone658.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFJ9Ame5JPI/AAAAAAAAG1A/1mhI4_r2cl0/s400/alone658.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211365168104678642" border="0" /></a>At the hospital, a healed Doggett checks in on Harrison. She will not return to the X-files. Mulder hands Doggett the Apollo medallion, but he asks that they give it to Agent Harrison. Mulder and Scully visit with Harrison, who asks them about a past investigation. As they reminisce with the agent, Doggett walks away down the long hallway, heading back to work - alone.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFJ9U2e5JQI/AAAAAAAAG1I/iybQCKiMFBU/s1600-h/alone728.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFJ9U2e5JQI/AAAAAAAAG1I/iybQCKiMFBU/s400/alone728.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211365515997029634" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Notes:<br /></span>Agent Leyla Harrison was named for X-Files fan Leyla Harrison, whose life was tragically cut short in February 2001 when she lost her battle with skin cancer.<br /><br />Much like a real fan of the show, Leyla is full of information about the X-Files and makes references to several cases including <a href="http://in-the-x-i-believe.blogspot.com/2007/02/sason-1-squeeze-1x02.html">''Squeeze</a>''/<a href="http://in-the-x-i-believe.blogspot.com/2007/03/season-1-tooms-1x20.html">''Tooms''</a> <i>(the liver eating mutant)</i>, <a href="http://in-the-x-i-believe.blogspot.com/2007/07/season-6-beginning-6x01.html">''The Beginning''</a> <i>(an alien who sheds its skin)</i>, and <a href="http://in-the-x-i-believe.blogspot.com/2007/05/season-5-detour-5x04.html">''Detour''</a> <i>(the subterranean men)</i>. In the end she asks Mulder about how he saved Scully from the spaceship, referring to the feature movie <a href="http://in-the-x-i-believe.blogspot.com/2007/07/fight-future-movie.html">''Fight the Future''</a>.<br /><br />When Scully is cleaning out her desk, the penny & dime was from "<a href="http://in-the-x-i-believe.blogspot.com/2007/07/season-6-dreamland-6x04.html">Dreamland I</a> & <a href="http://in-the-x-i-believe.blogspot.com/2007/07/season-6-dreamland-ii-6x05.html">II</a>", the dog tag was from her dog she got in <a href="http://in-the-x-i-believe.blogspot.com/2007/04/season-3-clyde-bruckmans-final-repose.html">"Clyde Bruckman's Final Repose"</a>.<br /><br />Dr. Stites had been reading <i>''The Sixth Extinction: Patterns of Life and the Future of Mankind''</i> by Richard Leakey and Roger Lewin. The title of the book provides a reference to the title of the <a href="http://in-the-x-i-believe.blogspot.com/2007/08/season-7-sixth-extinction-7x03.html">first episode</a> of the seventh season.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Quotes:<br /></span><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Agent Scully. Can I take your coat?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>I'm not staying, Agent Doggett. My doctor told me to take my maternity leave, in fact, she insisted on it.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> That's not bad, Agent Scully, you could use some time for yourself. What is it?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> It's a medallion commemorating the Apollo 11 space flight. I'd like to give this to you, Agent Doggett.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Thanks. Because?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Agent Mulder gave it to me a few years back. It symbolises teamwork, partnership... it means no one gets there alone. And after this past year and... everything that we've been through, I just... I wouldn't be here without you. <span style="font-style: italic;">(She hugs Doggett)</span><br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Agent Scully, this pregnancy leave, it is just a leave right? I mean, you are coming back eventually? <span style="font-style: italic;">(She smiles and leaves the office. Doggett looks around the office shaking his head, he smiles as he hears the sound of woman's shoes in the hallway)</span> You're not gone five minutes, Agent Scully and I already I'm starting to feel like a stranger in my own off ..." <span style="font-style: italic;">(It isn't Scully standing in the doorway)</span><br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Harrison:</b> I'm sorry?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Can I help you?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Harrison:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>I'm here to help you, actually. I'm Leyla Harrison. I've been looking forward to meeting you.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Uh huh.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Harrison:</b> I've got a case here, an X-File, I think. At least the local PD can't explain it. A murder last night in upstate New York. I booked us on a flight to Buffalo Niagara. Here's the crime report.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> I'm sorry, Miss Harrison, who are you?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Harrison:</b> Oh gosh, they didn't tell you? This is so embarrassing — I'm... I'm your new partner.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFKAWWe5JRI/AAAAAAAAG1U/uSM4TxYfxVo/s1600-h/alone082.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFKAWWe5JRI/AAAAAAAAG1U/uSM4TxYfxVo/s400/alone082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211368840301716754" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Harrison:</b> I gave the slime to the Buffalo PD. I told them we wanted to see the results right away.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> How much field experience do you have, Agent Harrison?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Harrison:</b> Um, actually this is my first time in the field.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Let me guess, Deputy Director Kersh handed you this job, filling in for Agent Scully.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Harrison:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Yes. Yes he did.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> I don't know how to tell you this, Agent Harrison, but you're being used. Deputy Director Kersh is no friend to the X-Files.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Harrison:</b> I don't think you understand something, Agent Doggett. I begged for this assignment.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> You begged for it?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Harrison:</b> I was in accounting. I processed Agents Mulder and Scully's travel expenses.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Then you are qualified.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Harrison:</b> Maybe I'm not. But I know the X-Files, Agent Doggett, inside and out. Other people don't even want to admit these questions exist, but you face them every day. I am just so excited to be a part of this. Aren't you? Mr Sacks' body was found here, but they found no foot prints leading to it. Oh my god. There's more of it.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Looks like it.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Harrison:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>You know what that could be? It could be bile.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> Bile?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Harrison:</b> From a liver-eating mutant. Mulder and Scully chased one into an escalator once. It died, but there was...<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> This is not a liver-eating mutant, Agent Harrison.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Harrison:</b> It could be an alien who send its skin. According to Agent Mulder's case reports they leave behind a mucous-like residue when they... You don't think it's that either. I'll take a sample of this, have it sent to the lab for comparison.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Doggett:</b> That's good thinking, Agent Harrison.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFKBUWe5JSI/AAAAAAAAG1c/RGF37RuW67s/s1600-h/alone144.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFKBUWe5JSI/AAAAAAAAG1c/RGF37RuW67s/s400/alone144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211369905453606178" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> Seems like old times. You in scrubs, slicing and dicing.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> What are you doing here, Mulder?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> Actually, I wandered away from my tour. A better question is; what are you doing here?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> I found something that may prove helpful in locating Agent Doggett. This is Arlen Sacks, the murder victim Doggett was investigating. This old man was not murdered, Mulder. He died of heart failure, evidently after he was blinded by a chemical substance of some kind. The orbits have residual traces of a slimy substance, known as hydrolytic enzymes.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> Venom. Produced by reptiles.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> How'd you know that?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> Before Agent Doggett and his partner went missing, they send in samples to be analysed — hydrolytic enzymes. Skinner told me.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>I also found some bacteria in the venom, which I'm going to do a culture on.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> Let someone else do it. There are other concerns right now.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> I know. But this is an X-File, Mulder and you are out of the Bureau. And now If I go home, where is Skinner going to find someone qualified to look into this?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> I know where he could find somebody.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFKB_me5JTI/AAAAAAAAG1k/Tpi9tgN9ZwY/s1600-h/alone308.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFKB_me5JTI/AAAAAAAAG1k/Tpi9tgN9ZwY/s400/alone308.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211370648482948402" border="0" /></a><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Harrison:</b> This means... I can't tell you what this means to me. Can I ask you something?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> Sure.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Agent Harrison:</b> When you went to Antarctica, to save Agent Scully from being taken by that spaceship, and you ran out of gas in your snowcat, how did you get back?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Um, well first of all it was never... actually proven that it was a spaceship.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>It wasn't?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Well, no, what...<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Proven?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> What happened was that we fell off of something that...<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> Something?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> ...rose out of the ice.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> Well, what do you think that was?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Well, I don't know what it was, but we never, we didn't actually see...<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> Was it a spaceship?<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> ...a spaceship.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> I can't believe you're saying it's not a spaceship, when you saw it.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Ah, I mean, it could have been a spaceship. Mulder, but you don't...<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> Of course it was a spaceship.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> Look, we don't know that it was, but you don't have a picture of it or anything.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> You know it was a spaceship, you saw it!<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> No, I did, no no no no no. Remember, I was unconscious. And when I woke up there was no spaceship.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Mulder:</b> You saw the spaceship.<br /><b style="font-style: italic;">Scully:</b> No no no.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFKDI2e5JUI/AAAAAAAAG1s/gz2JKXaDBAo/s1600-h/alone724.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJJ83zflnak/SFKDI2e5JUI/AAAAAAAAG1s/gz2JKXaDBAo/s400/alone724.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211371906908366146" border="0" /></a><span class="f-bold f-666">Episode Number: 180 <br />Season Number: 8 <br />First Aired: Sunday, May 6, 2001 <br />Production Code: 8X19<br /><br /></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08909082672994692941noreply@blogger.com0