(High rise office building, exterior. Office with two men arguing.)
SCRUFFY GUY: Look, Ben. This is what infuriates me. Donít you see? Itís so painfully obvious. Why do you think our stockís in the toilet? Because youíre cutting research and development in half. Youíve forgotten what the adventureís all about.
SUIT GUY: (BAD dub job on the voice) Like it or not, the industryís changing. We need to make some hard choices.
SCRUFFY GUY: You save your sound bite for the press.
SUIT GUY: Letís not relive the stockholderís meeting again.
SCRUFFY GUY: Donít you get it? Youíre killing me! Youíre killing my company!
SUIT GUY: Eurisko is not your company, Brad - - not any more. And you damn well better grow up and get used to it.
SCRUFFY GUY (BRAD WILCZEK): (exiting angrily) Youíre going to regret this.
(Night. SUIT GUY typing from tape recorder in his office.)
SUIT GUY: (recorded) New paragraph. As Iím sure everyone on the Board will agree, Eurisko has to face head on the realities on an increasingly competitive world. (focus on camera overhead) Since the unfortunate departure of Brad Wilczek, I have made certain recommendations which I believe will reposition Eurisko as an industry leader.
(Focus on camera monitor filming SUIT GUY - COS SCANNING: DRAKE, BENJAMIN - DATA INTERCEPT)
At the top of this list, is the immediate termination of the COS project.
(COS computer monitor starts flashing little lights like the computers in the 1960ís Star Trek)
Itís disastrous performance over the past three quarters and projected losses well into 1994 leave us no other choice.
(COS watches SUIT GUY, DRAKE, check his watch then go into his private bathroom where he hears water running. The sink is overflowing. Drake shuts off the water and is now wet standing in a puddle. The phone rings. DRAKE answers)
DRAKE: Hello? Hello!
PHONE VOICE: At the tone, Eastern Standard Time will be 7:35 P.M.
(Suddenly, lights go out and bathroom door slams shut. DRAKE sets down phone)
DRAKE: What the hell?
(He tires the door, no luck. He swipes his card key, no luck. He puts metal manual override key in the lock and ..... WHAMMMO!!! Huge electrical shock flings him across the room, breaking the mirror. Camera focus on DRAKEíS body.)
COMPUTER VOICE: File deleted.
MULDER: (hugging him) Jerry?
JERRY: Youíre Dana Scully, right? (shakes SCULLYíS hand) Jerry Lamana.
MULDER: Jerry and I worked together in Violent Crimes.
JERRY: Worked together? What are you talking worked together. (to SCULLY) We were partners.
(MULDER looks at SCULLY)
LUNCH CART GUY: Thatís $8.50, please. (SCULLY starts to pay him)
MULDER: So, Jerry, what are you doing here?
JERRY: Looking for you. And Iím buying you two lunch.
SCULLY: No, really ...
JERRY: No, itís on me. (pays LUNCH CART GUY)
(MULDER and SCULLY listening to JERRY)
JERRY: Cause of death was electrocution.
SCULLY: And it wasnít accidental?
JERRY: It looks like some kind of elaborate booby trap, but we donít know a whole lot more. The building engineer just found him twelve hours ago.
SCULLY: Whoís running the investigation?
JERRY: Do either of you know Nancy Spiller?
SCULLY: The forensics instructor at the Academy? (to MULDER) We used to call her the Iron Maiden.
JERRY: On a good day. Well, anyway sheís putting together the squad and, well, I took the liberty of mentioning your name. (to MULDER)
MULDER: Look, Jerry. Iíd like to help you out, but weíre not on general assignment.
JERRY: Because of the X-Files? (slightly desperate, to MULDER) Look, the truth is, I could use a little help on this. I donít want to drop the ball on this one.
MULDER: You wonít drop the ball.
JERRY: Drake wasnít just a CEO of a Fortune 500 company. He was a good friend of the Attorney Generalís. Another feather in my cap would be really nice right now, because the one I gotís looking a little mangy.
MULDER: Yeah, but Jerry ...
JERRY: Look, I wouldnít ask if it wasnít important.
SCULLY: How come you two went your separate ways?
MULDER: Iím a pain in the ass to work with.
MULDER: Iím not a pain in the ass? We had different career goals. Jerry wanted the fifth floor.
SCULLY: And you?
MULDER: I was gunning for a basement office with no heat or windows.
(Security camera follows them inside the building.)
SCULLY: I know where you ended up. What about Jerry?
MULDER: He ran into a little bad luck in Atlanta working hate crimes.
SCULLY: What kind of bad luck?
MULDER: He misplaced a piece of evidence, bagged and everything. Sent it to the cleaners. By the time he got it back, a federal judge had lost both his hands and his right eye.
(Elevator dings and they enter. Security camera watches them.)
SCULLY: (pushing button) Twenty-nine?
ELEVATOR: Going up.
SCULLY: Must be for the visually impaired.
MULDER: How do you like that? A politically correct elevator.
ELEVATOR: Third floor....Fourth floor....
(Elevator slams to a stop. SCULLY falls. MULDER helps her up.)
MULDER: You okay?
SCULLY: Yeah. What was that?
(MULDER tries buttons. SCULLY picks up phone. As she does, it rings. She looks surprised.)
MANíS VOICE: Yes?
MANíS VOICE: Security. Whoís this?
SCULLY: This is Agent Dana Scully.
MANíS VOICE: Agent Scully, do you have a problem? (Elevator begins going up again, announcing floors.)
SCULLY: Uh, actually, I think everythingís okay.
(Security camera monitor reads - DISTRICT OF COLUMBIA PHONE SEARCH
SCULLY, DANA 202-555-6431)
(JERRY, MULDER, and SCULLY looking at door computer controls.)
JERRY: Someone has tampered with the servo. They switched the ground to the negative so that when he put the key in the lock...
SCULLY: ...he completed the circuit.
JERRY: Itís fused. It takes a lot of juice to melt a steel key.
SCULLY: And to throw a 180 pound man ten feet. (Looks at cracked mirror)
MULDER: The, uh, servo switch. Could it have been moved manually?
JERRY: We didnít find any prints in the surrounding area.
(PETERSON enters the bathroom.)
PETERSON: Sure it could have been switched manually. But whoever did it would have had to override the COS.
MULDR: Whatís the COS?
PETERSON: The central operating system. It runs the building. It regulates everything from energy output to the volume of water in each toilet flush.
JERRY: This is Claude Peterson. Heís the building systems engineer. He discovered the body.
MULDER: If somebody wanted to override the COS, what would they ...?
PETERSON: Well, first heíd have to break the access codes which, well letís just say it wouldnít be easy.
(Camera watches them)
MULDER: Well, weíre going to need a list of all the people with that kind of know how.
PETERSON: Well, I can tell you right now itíll be a pretty short list.
MULDER: Would you be on it?
PETERSON: Me? Hey, look. Iím just a glorified building super. All I do is monitor the system. Make sure itís functioning properly. Like when I saw the overload in Mr. Drakeís office.
MULDER: What about the phone lines? Does the COS monitor all phone calls?
PETERSON: Yes it does. Why?
MULDER: I was just wondering.
PETERSON: Okay, um, look. Can I go now?
JERRY: Yeah. (Camera watches PETERSON leave. To MULDER) Whyíd you ask him about the phones?
MULDER: Phoneís off the hook. (hangs it up) Maybe Drake was talking to someone right before he did his Ben Franklin impersonation.
JERRY: (to SCULLY) Taught him everything he knows. (he exits)
(MULDER nods and smiles tightly at SCULLY who looks a bit over it.)
(X-Files office. MULDER is looking around on his messy desk. Knock at door.)
MULDER: Come in.
SCULLY: (entering) Itís past three.
MULDER: Iím just looking for my profile notes.
SCULLY: Maybe if you cleaned your desk more than once a year.
MULDER: They were right here. Iím telling you.
SCULLY: Come on. Weíre late.
(MULDER looks around one more time. SCULLY hands him his jacket and they exit.)
(Investigative team meeting. MULDER stares at the wall as JERRY reads notes)
JERRY: Now, there are a couple of elements for us to consider, here. Both the statistical rarity of homicidal electrocution and the complexity of the crime indicate a certain devious premeditation. After all, there are much simpler ways of killing someone. All of which leads me to believe that our guy was some kind of sociopathic game player - - maybe even a recluse since he designed a trap not only to avoid detection, but to avoid contact with the victim.
SCULLY: (whisper to MULDER) Is that your profile?
MULDER: (whisper) Forget it, huh?
JERRY: Drakeís final phone call supports this theory. (plays tape)
COMPUTER VOICE: At the tone, Eastern Standard Time will be 7:35 P.M.
JERRY: Drake's estimated time of death.
AGENT SPILLER: Why would Drake call for the correct time just before he died?
JERRY: It was an incoming call. From somewhere in the Eurisko building itself. Whoever set the trap wanted to make sure that Drake took the bait.
AGENT SPILLER: Excellent work, Agent Lamana.
JERRY: Thank you.
(MULDER looks not happy)
(MULDER approaches JERRY in the FBI bullpen)
MULDER: Jerry, what the hell are you doing?
JERRY: Hey, donít get all bent out of shape.
MULDER: Jerry, that was my profile.
JERRY: Look, I didnít think youíd mind. (Starts to leave, MULDER stops him) Anyway, they were just notes. I filled in the blanks.
MULDER: Jerry, you went into my office and you stole my work.
JERRY: Look, youíre on this case Ďcause I asked you to help me out, and you helped me out. What is the big deal. (exits as SCULLY enters)
SCULLY: What did he say?
MULDER: He apologized - in his own way.
SCULLY: I just got off the phone with Peterson, the systems engineer. (hands MULDER a piece of paper)
MULDER: One name? Brad Wilczek?
SCULLY: He said it would be a short list. And itís headline news how much this guy despised Drake.
MULDER: That just seems too obvious. To kill Drake would be so brazenly egomaniacal.
SCULLY: And fully consistent with Jerryís excellent behavioral profile.
MULDER: Fully. (as they exit)
(MULDER and SCULLY drive up. As they walk to the front door, a camera follows them)
MULDER: So this is what a 220 IQ and a $400 million severance settlement buys you.
(SCULLY knocks. WILCZEK opens door immediately)
SCULLY: (surprised) Brad Wilczek? (MULDER shows badge) Weíre with the FBI.
WILCZEK: What took you guys so long. Oh, do you mind taking off your shoes?
(WILCZEK leads MULDER and Short!SCULLY barefoot through the house)
WILCZEK: You can divide the computer science industry into two types of people - - neat and scruffy.
SCULLY: I take it Benjamin Drake fit into the first category.
WILCZEK: Neat people like things neat. They wear nicely pressed suits and work on surface phenomena. Things they can understand. Market shares, and third quarter profits.
SCULLY: And you had a different vision for the company?
WILCZEK: I started Eurisko out of my parentsí garage. I was 22 years old. Iíd just spent a year following around the Grateful Dead. You know what Eurisko means?
MULDER: Thatís from the Greek, isnít it? Um, "I learn things."
WILCZEK: Not exactly. It means "I discover things." (MULDER shrugs) Unfortunately, Ben Drake wasnít interested in discovery. He was a short-sighted, power-hungry opportunist. (Goes to computer) Let me show you something - Smart Home. From this prototype, I have access to every square foot of my house. This place is as safe as Fort Knox and as energy efficient as your average igloo. We were two years ahead of Microsoft and Cebus when Drake, in his infinite wisdom, killed the program.
MULDER: Mr. Wilczek, is this system related to the one in your corporate building?
WILCZEK: Variation on a theme.
MULDER: In your opinion, how many people know the system well enough to override it?
WILCZEK: Finally the bonus question. Not many is the answer.
MULDER: Could someone have hacked into the system?
WILCZEK: Well, not your average phone freak, thatís for sure. But thereís plenty of kooks out there. Data travelers, Electro wizards, techno anarchists. Anythingís possible.
SCULLY: Could you have done it?
WILCZEK: Of course. I designed the system. Thatís why you guys are here, isnít it? Iím your logical suspect.
SCULLY: You donít seem too worried.
WILCZEK: Itís a puzzle, Miss Scully, and scruffy minds like me like puzzles. We enjoy walking down unpredictable avenues of thought, turning new corners - - but as a general rule, scruffy minds donít commit murder.
(MULDER and SCULLY share a look under ominous music)
(SCULLY working at computer)
SCULLY VOICE OVER: Some see genius as the ability to connect the unconnected -- to make juxtapositions, to see relationships where others cannot. Is Brad Wilczek a genius? I donít know. But I do know this for certain. He has a predilection for elaborate game playing. He has an intimate knowledge of the Eurisko building and he has a demonstrable motive for killing Benjamin Drake. The question remains. But if he is so clever how do we nail him? End of field journal, October 24, 1993.
(SCULLY turns off monitor, turns off light, goes into bedroom removing earrings, jacket and shoes. Computer beeps, monitor turns back on (?!) modem connects. SCULLYíS report comes up along with message "COS SCANNING: Scully, Dana --- Data Intercept." Camera shows that screen is now that of the COS inside the Eurisko building that we saw in the teaser.)
COS COMPUTER: File opened.
(MULDER and SCULLY listening to tapes of WILCZEK. SCULLY isolates the word "eastern." JERRY enters.)
MULDER: (to SCULLY) Will you give me a second? (SCULLY nods. MULDER steps outside the office with JERRY.)
JERRY: Look, Iím here with my hat in my hand. I screwed up - - Iím sorry. (Grins) What more can I say?
MULDER: All you had to do was ask. I wouldíve helped you with the profile.
JERRY: You donít know what itís like, Mulder.
MULDER: What *whatís* like?
JERRY: You heard about Atlanta?
MULDER: Yea ...
JERRY: They got me on six monthís probation. I got to file daily reports like some cherry new agent.
MULDER: That was bad luck. That could have happened to anybody.
JERRY: Not to you.
MULDER: Donít run yourself down, Jerry. Youíre a good agent. We did some good work together.
JERRY: Letís face it. I was tagging along.
MULDER: Thatís not how it was.
JERRY: How would you know, Mulder? You were too busy dazzling them up there on the high wire.
SCULLY: (from the office) Mulder, take a look. (MULDER nods for JERRY to follow, then goes to SCULLY) We borrowed this from the voice biometrics lab at Georgetown. (Indicates voice analyzer.) Itís a computer spectrogram capable of identifying individual speech patterns. Now this is the recording the Central Operating System made of the phone call Drake received just before he died.
RECORDING: At the tone, Eastern Standard Time will be 7:35 p.m.
SCULLY: And this we spliced together from a series of lectures Brad Wilczek gave at the Smithsonian last year.
RECORDING 2: At the tone, Eastern Standard Time will be 7:35 p.m.
SCULLY: Now weíll stack them. (plays them together)
JERRY: Your saying this is the same person?
MULDER: Iím saying that both voices are Brad Wilczekís. He may have disguised his voice electronically, but he couldnít alter the form that is unique to his own speech patterns.
SCULLY: Which means that he was the one that killed Drake. He had the motive and the means. And now we have the physical evidence. (Draws circles on the computer screen with a *hopefully* dry erase marker.) Judge Benson lives in Washington Heights. I can get a warrant in less than an hour.
JERRY: Someone has to make sure Wilczek stays put.
MULDER: Iíll go with you.
JERRY: No. Let me bring him in alone. I need this one, Mulder.
MULDER: All right.
(JERRY leaves, smiling)
(WILCZEK typing at computer.)
WILCZEK: Come on, come on. Let me in. (Screen says "Access Denied.") Damn!
(WILCZEK leaves his house and drives off in his early 60ís ? Corvette. On the street, JERRY starts his car and follows.)
(WILCZEK runs in past security cameras to elevators.)
GUARD: Mr. Wilczek!
(In elevator camera watches WILCZEK)
ELEVATOR: Going up. Second floor...Third floor...Fourth floor...
(JERRY enters building and shows badge to GUARD.)
GUARD: Can I help you?
(WILCZEK enters control room and begins typing. Screen prints "System access granted.")
COMPUTER: Welcome back, Brad.
WILCZEK: (speaking as he types) Youíre not equipped with a voice synthesizer. What is my user level?
COMPUTER: That is now at the discretion of the Operating System.
(JERRY enters elevator.)
ELEVATOR: `Going up. (Counts up floors. At 16th floor WILCZEK notices.)
WILCZEK: What are you doing?
COMPUTER: Sorry. Those commands are not available at your current user level. Try again.
(24th floor. JERRY checks his gun.)
WILCZEK: What are you doing!
COMPUTER: What are you doing! (echo)
(WILCZEK tries to manually shut down system. Elevator sticks between 29 and 30, repeating the numbers very quickly, then stops. Doors open to solid wall.)
JERRY: Oh, man.
(Elevator camera focuses on JERRY.)
ELEVATOR: Going down.
(As elevator goes into free fall, JERRY falls to floor.)
WILCZEK: NO!! Donít do this!
(Elevator crashes to bottom. Screen goes blank. WILCZEK horrified.)
COMPUTER: Program executed.
(MULDER watching video of JERRY falling with the elevator and of WILCZEK watching. SCULLY enters.)
SCULLY: I heard about Jerry. Iím sorry.
MULDER: I donít think Wilczek did it.
MULDER: It doesnít make sense. Why would he go back to Eurisko?
SCULLY: To destroy evidence. To cover his tracks.
MULDER: If you were going to destroy evidence, would you pose for the cameras?
(Show SCULLY tape of WILCZEK. SCULLY turns off tape and kneels beside MULDER.)
SCULLY: Mulder, youíve been through a lot - - more than I think even you realize.
MULDER: I think Wilczek is smarter than this. (Turns on tape again.)
SCULLY: (after deep breath) He just signed a confession. How much proof do you need?
(MULDER drives up to Wilczekís house. Several men in suits are in driveway.)
SUIT #1: Excuse me sir, this is a crime scene. Youíre going to have to leave.
MULDER: Yeah, I know. (Shows badge) I ordered the subpoena.
SUIT #1: That subpoenaís been obviated.
MULDER: What are you talking about?
SUIT #1:(MULDER, obviously NOT having a code five clearance, gets back in his car and leaves.)
(MULDER on park bench. DEEP THROAT arrives and MULDER rises to walk with him.)
MULDER: Thanks for coming.
DEEP THROAT: Iím here against my better judgement. In the future I must insist that you respect the terms of our arrangement.
MULDER: I need to know why Brad Wilczek is the subject of a code five investigation. What the Defense Department wants with him.
DEEP THROAT: What do you think theyíd want with the most innovative programmer in this hemisphere?
DEEP THROAT: For years, Wilczek has thumbed his nose at any contract involving weapons applications. Heís a bleeding heart.
MULDER: What kind of software?
DEEP THROAT: How much do you know about artificial intelligence?
MULDER: I thought it was only theoretical.
DEEP THROAT: It was, until two years ago. You remember Helsinki, the first time that a chess playing computer ever beat a Grand Master? (MULDER nods.) That was Wilczekís program. And the rumor was that he did it by developing the first adaptive network.
MULDER: An adaptive network?
DEEP THROAT: Itís a learning machine. A computer that actually thinks. And itís, ah, become something of a holy grail for some of our more acquisitive colleagues in the Department of Defense.
WILCZEK: They make me wear shoes all the time. What else do you want from me?
MULDER: I want you to tell me why youíre willing to spend the rest of your life in prison for a crime you didnít commit.
WILCZEK: What are you talking about? Iím guilty.
MULDER: I know youíre innocent. Youíre protecting a machine -- the Central Operating System at Eurisko.
WILCZEK: If Iím protecting anything, itís not the machine.
MULDER: Then what?
WILCZEK: After the bomb was dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki - - Robert Oppenheimer spent the rest of his life regretting heíd ever glimpsed an atom.
MULDER: Oppenheimer may have regretted his actions but he never denied responsibility for them.
WILCZEK: He loved the work, Mr. Mulder. His mistake was in sharing it with an immoral government. I wonít make the same mistake.
MULDER: But your machine killed Drake. And it killed my friend.
WILCZEK: Iím sorry about what happened. But thereís nothing I can do.
MULDER: And you talk about morality. Youíre afraid of the government but youíre willing to accept the risk that your machine will kill again.
WILCZEK: The lesser of two evils.
MULDER: What about a third option. You created that machine. Now you tell me how to destroy it.
(MULDER and SCULLY walking outside the FBI building.)
MULDER: Wilczek can create a virus that will destroy the system.
SCULLY: Mulder, donít you see, blaming the machine is an alibi, and a bad one.
MULDER: But itís the only thing that makes sense. The COS project was posting big losses for Eurisko and Drake was about to terminate the program.
SCULLY: So the machine killed Drake out of self-defense?
MULDER: Self-preservation. Itís the primary instinct of all sentient beings.
SCULLY: Mulder, that level of artificial intelligence is decades away from being realized.
MULDER: Then why was our government trying to usurp Wilczekís research?
SCULLY: (pulling him aside) Mulder, I think youíre looking for something that isnít there. And I think it has something to do with Jerry. Maybe it wouldnít be such a bad idea if you talked to someone.
MULDER: Youíre probably right. (Starts to leave.)
SCULLY: Where are you going?
MULDER: To talk to someone. (SCULLY watches him leave)
(Guard opens door to WILCZEKís cell. MULDER enters, opens early 90ís laptop, LOL)
MULDER: How much time do you need?
SCULLY ASLEEP. CLOCK 1:31. Phone rings. SCULLY picks it up)
(Modem sounds are heard over the phone. SCULLY hangs up and runs to her computer which is displaying her files.)
SCULLY: Oh my God. (Dials out on another line.) This is Special Agent Dana Scully, ID number 2317-616. I need you to run a quick trace on a number for me. Yeah, 202-555-6431. Yeah, thatís my number. Somebodyís accessing my computer.
(MULDER opens his trunk, then turns to see SCULLY pulling up. License 3Y7-260)
MULDER: Scully, what are you doing here?
SCULLY: Someone or somethingís been scanning my computer files. Tapping my phones. I traced the line. It came from somewhere in there.
MULDER: Itís the machine.
SCULLY: How can we get in?
MULDER: You remember the Trojan Horse? (Reaches in trunk and pulls out VA license plate EURISKO)
(MULDER and SCULLY in car at metal gate entrance to parking deck. Computer scans the EURISKO plate. Green light PASS, and gate slides up.)
MULDER: (grinning) Open, Sesame! (SCULLY is not amused.)
(Computer watches them drive forward. When they are directly under the gate, a red and white bar stops them.)
MULDER: Oh, what the - -
(They look up and see the gate with evil little spikes crashing down on top of the car.)
(Horn is blaring as MULDER and SCULLY crawl out the drivers side of the smashed car. Mechanic!Mulder opens the hood and pulls the plug on the horn.)
MULDER: So much for the element of surprise. What do you say we take the stairs? (Computer watches them cross the garage.)
(MULDER and SCULLY in stairwell, SCULLY still in her heels - better woman than I)
MULDER: 28 down, one to go. (Lights go out)
SCULLY: Oh, great. Mulder?
(Long pause. MULDER shines flashlight at SCULLY.)
MULDER: Trick or treat.
(SCULLY sighs. Flashlight illuminates #29. Computer watches. SCULLY reaches for doorknob.)
MULDER: No! (stops her)
SCULLY: What are you doing?
MULDER: I donít want to make the same mistake Drake made. (Takes insulated screwdriver out of his bag. When he touches it to the lock, WHAMMMMO!!!! Huge flash, lots of sparks. SCULLY jumps back. Beeping sound starts. MULDER tries door. Still locked. He looks around and points at security camera.)
MULDER: (to camera) What are you looking at? (Camera POV as MULDER puts glove over the lens. MULDER takes flashlight and looks around, then up at a ceiling vent. Then looks down at SCULLY.)
(SCULLY, shoeless now, is boosted by MULDER into the vent.)
MULDER: There should be a way for you to drop down and open the door.
(SCULLY crawls into air duct tunnel and goes left.)
MULDER: (waiting, to himself) Come on, Scully.
(SCULLY crawling around. Air begins to blow)
(Door beeps and buzzes.)
MULDER: Scully? (Door opens)
PETERSON: Agent Mulder? What are you doing here?
(SCULLY in increasingly windy duct. Has trouble crawling. Debris flying. She is blown backwards. Wheeeee!)
(She grabs a corner, but slips. Is about to slide into a large spinning fan, but catches another corner. Accidentally drops flashlight which falls into fan knocking off a fan blade.)
(MULDER and PETERSON enter the COS control room.)
PETERSON: The machineís been acting all crazy. Power surges, shut off. Thatís why Iím here so late.
MULDER: Whereís the B port?
PETERSON: Oh, itís right back here. (Opens console. MULDER gets tool out of his bag.) Look, are you sure you know what youíre doing? Because if you donít, itís my job on the line.
(MULDER attaches electronic device to console. Screen reads Access Denied.)
(SCULLY in wind tunnel pulls out her gun and begins shooting at the fan. Two more blades down.)
(MULDER tries again. Screen reads Begin Algorithm Code Program.)
COMPUTER: System access granted. (MULDER claps his hands together and runs to keyboard.) User code level seven.
MULDER: Now I can put in the virus.
PETERSON: (aims a gun at MULDER) Not bad, Agent Mulder. You know, Iíve been trying to access the CPU for the past two years. Now please, take out your gun and remove the clip. (MULDER sighs, and obeys.) Careful.
MULDER: Defense Department?
PETERSON: Lets just say our paychecks are signed by the same person. Now give me the diskette and step away from the console. (MULDER doesnít move.) You donít want to test my resolve, Agent Mulder. (Mulder hands him diskette.)
(Very windblown SCULLY opens the door, pointing gun at PETERSON.)
SCULLY: (donít mess with me attitude) Put down the gun.
PETERSON: Look, you may think you know what youíre dealing with -
SCULLY: Shut up and drop the gun.
PETERSON: (Setting down the gun) Youíre making a mistake, Agent Scully. Compromising your sworn duty. This operation is more sensitive than you can possibly imagine.
MULDER: Donít listen to him.
PETERSON: The technology in this machine is of enormous scientific interest.
MULDER: The machineís a monster, Scully. Itís already killed two people. They wonít be able to handle it any better than Wilczek did.
PETERSON: Make no mistake ..... *You* will be held accountable.
SCULLY: (after a pause) Mulder, put in the disc.
(MULDER puts in disc. Doesnít have to push enter or anything. Hmmm.)
COMPUTER: What are you doing, Brad? Donít do this, Brad. (Gibberish. Screen fills with gibberish also. Elevator doors open and close, cameras swing back and forth.) Brad....Brad....Why?
(MULDER and SCULLY look relieved. Light all come back on in building.)
(Outside day on bench with Deep Throat)
MULDER: I checked with Congressman Klebanon and the Department of Corrections Subcommittee. I even petitioned the Attorney Generalís office.
DEEP THROAT: You wonít find him.
MULDER: They canít just take a man like Brad Wilczek without an explanation.
DEEP THROAT: *They* can do anything they want.
MULDER: Where is he?
DEEP THROAT: In the middle of what we in the trade call "hard bargaining."
MULDER: Wilczek wonít deal. Heíll never work for them.
DEEP THROAT: Loss of freedom does funny things to a man, and remember, Wilczek confessed to two murders, and you effectively destroyed the only evidence that could have exonerated him.
MULDER: What else could I have done?
DEEP THROAT: Nothing... Unless you were willing to let the technology survive.
MULDER: The Department of Defense still hasnít found anything?
DEEP THROAT: Theyíve been on it for five days. Wilczekís virus was thorough. It left no trace of the artificial intelligence. The machine is dead. (DT rises and leaves)
PETERSON: (on phone) Weíve pushed the pulse code modulations to the limit. Nothing. (Techies carrying around pieces of computer) Weíve combed the parsing subroutine. Yes, sir. Twice. No, sir. Still nothing. But Iíd like to request .... Yes, sir. No, I understand. Yes, sir. (hangs up) Well, six more hours before we have to consign the whole damn thing to the metal shredder.
TECH: Weíll do what we can, sir.
(Behind PETERSON, light comes on, camera looks at PETERSON)
PETERSON: (Camera POV) Iím going to figure this thing out if it kills me.