(Chess tournament underway. Huge arena is filled with thousands of quiet observers as a RUSSIAN MAN and a 12-year-old American boy, GIBSON PRAISE, play. They hit the timer after each move.)
(GUNMAN walks across catwalk above the players and begins to assemble gun.)
(The boy, GIBSON, looks startled, like he hears something. Garbled voices sound as he scans the crowd, nervously. GIBSON looks up and behind him.)
(Gun still being assembled.)
(GIBSON turns back to the game.)
(Rifle sights are aimed first at the RUSSIAN MAN, then at the boy, GIBSON.)
(RUSSIAN MAN moves a piece.)
(GUNMANís finger on the trigger.)
(GIBSON stands up to reach and move his queen.)
(GIBSON sits back down, leaning back as he does. GUNSHOT.
Bullet hits RUSSIAN MAN in the chest, and he falls out of his chair knocking
the chessboard off the table. Boy is surrounded by people. Crowd
goes wild, screaming and running. GUNMAN disassembles his rifle
quickly and leaves. GIBSON looks up to where the GUNMAN was.)
(CSM running through the woods pursued by SECOND MAN. SECOND MAN fires at CSM and misses. CSM stops and looks up at the man chasing him. KRYCEK, the SECOND MAN, pulls off his ski mask. He aims his gun at CSM.)
CSM: Go on! Take your shot, Alex!
KRYCEK: Right there! I was Ö sent to bring you back.
(Pan over wall next to MULDERís desk. Lots of newspaper clippings, including Duane Barry, MULDERís "I Want to Believe" poster with a post-it note on the UFO "You are here" , and Ö a picture of MULDER and SCULLY standing in a doorway looking at some papers. SKINNER looks at the picture. He is holding a few file folders. MULDER enters. He is surprised to see SKINNER.)
MULDER: Wow, you know youíre going places in the Bureau when the Assistant Director tidies up your office for you. Whatís up?
SKINNER: I was just, uh Ö looking.
MULDER: For anything special?
SKINNER: I came down to ask you something. I, uh, I guess I was nosing around Ė wondering about you -- your, uh, long-term plans.
MULDER: My long term plans? You got them right there in your hands.
(MULDER takes the files from SKINNER and crosses to a file cabinet.)
SKINNER: What do you hope to find? I mean, in the end.
MULDER: Whatever I hope to find is in here. And maybe Iíll know it when I find it. Is that what you came to ask me?
SKINNER: No. Thereís a case Ė nothing Iíd send you normally Ė a murder Ö an assassination of a Russian chess player. The shooter is former National Security Agency Ö one of ours. Itís got a lot of people upset. This kid, Jeffery Spender Ė Special Agent Spender Ė heís been given the case. Heís running it.
MULDER: You give it to him?
SKINNER: No. It came as an order from somewhere outside the Bureau. His teamís assembled upstairs right now. He was very specific that you be excluded.
(MULDER slowly grins mischievously.)
(SPENDER is showing slow motion video of the RUSSIAN MAN getting shot. Several agents, including SCULLY, listen.)
SPENDER: Using a weapon registered to a US intelligence agency, the shooter fired one kill shot at Anatole Klebanow before being captured without incident a short distance from the scene. .
(MULDER and SKINNER enter. SCULLY turns to look up at MULDER.)
SPENDER: No motive has been established nor has the shooter offered up a statement or accomplice.
(SPENDER sees MULDER and stops.)
MULDER: (Mr. Congeniality) Please continue.
SPENDER: (not happy) The trajectory of the kill shot suggests the shooter acted alone, but we cannot yet rule out an accomplice or conspiracy. A single bullet was fired from a catwalk at a steep angle striking the target just right of the solar plexus.
MULDER: Iím Ö sorry, can you rewind the tape? Please. Iíll tell you where. Just take it back?
SPENDER: Let me get through this. If you have any questions, we can talk later.
MULDER: I donít have any questions. No. I just think youíre wrong.
SCULLY: (quietly) Mulder Ö what are you doing?
MULDER: I donít think the Russian was the target. I think it was his opponent.
SPENDER: His opponent, Agent Mulder, was a twelve year old boy.
MULDER: And a good chess player. Here, let me show you his best move, if youíll just take it back.
(SPENDER reluctantly rewinds.)
MULDER: Okay, stop it there. Look what the kid does right here, right before the kill shot. Play. Do you see what he does? He just pushes back. You see that?
SPENDER: He just completed a checkmate. Heís pushing back because the gameís over.
MULDER: You described a steep trajectory for the kill shot. If the kid doesnít push back at that precise moment he catches the bullet in the back of the neck, not the Russian.
SPENDER: May we move on here?
(A woman, tall, attractive, dark hair, mid thirties, AGENT DIANA FOWLEY is sitting across the room.)
DIANA: I think Agent Mulder is right. Looks like the boy sensed the shooter precognitively . If you rewind the tape youíll see it.
(MULDER looks at DIANA, surprised.)
SPENDER: Thereís no way. Itís impossible.
SKINNER: Just rewind the tape so we can all see for ourselves.
(SPENDER obeys SKINNER, this time rewinding to the point where the boy
looks up and behind him. SPENDER and MULDER look at one another,
then MULDER and DIANA share a look.)
(Outside under a bridge. KRYCEK and CSM approach the ELDERS including WELL MANICURED MAN.)
CSM: You look surprised. Is it that Iím here or that Iím alive?
FIRST ELDER: When we heard youíd been shot, weíd assumed the worst.
SECOND ELDER: There were reports you lost too much blood to have survived.
CSM: Obviously, you underestimated me. More obviously you overestimated the man you sent to do the job.
(KRYCEK looks uncomfortable.)
CSM: (lights a cigarette) Well, letís say all is forgiven. Now, you have a job for me.
WMM: Thereís been an incident Ö an unfortunate mistake.
CSM: Yes, Iíve seen. Iíve heard. Iíve read.
THIRD ELDER: The boy is a problem to us.
CSM: What would you like me to do Ö Shoot him dead Ö splatter his brains?
WMM: Dear God Ö
CSM: Whatís the matter? Does this sort of business offend you?
FIRST ELDER: Itís in your interest Ö as in ours.
CSM: You think you know my interests?
FIRST ELDER: Can we count on you?
CSM: (pause) Yes.
(CSM walks away)
(Interior car. MULDER driving, SCULLY passenger, DIANA in back seat.)
SCULLY: How long have you been with the Bureau, Agent Fowley?
DIANA: Since í91. I took an assignment in Europe after the wall came down when the director stepped up foreign terrorism concerns.
SCULLY: And they brought you on this because of a terrorism angle?
DIANA: No. I, uh, I requested a reassignment. There were things at home I decided I wanted to get back to.
(MULDER and DIANA make eye contact in the rearview mirror. SCULLY doesnít notice.)
SCULLY: 1991. (to MULDER) Thatís about when you started work on the X-Files.
MULDER: More or less, yeah.
(MULDER and DIANA look at each other again.)
(GIBSON is watching THE SIMPSONS on TV.)
HOMER SIMPSON: (placing gun on table) Uh... I'd better just put it down.
(gunshot flings a knife into a picture of Marge)
LISA SIMPSON: No offense, Mom, but that was pretty cool.
MARGE SIMPSON: Homer, I think you'd agree...
(MULDER, SCULLY, and DIANA enter. MULDER kneels down beside GIBSON.)
MULDER: Hi. My name is Fox. This is Dana and Diana. How are you doing?
GIBSON: I donít mind it here. They get all the good TV shows. Where I live, in the Philippines all we get is Baywatch.
(MULDER looks back at the two women, then back to GIBSON.)
MULDER: Whatís wrong with Baywatch?
(GIBSON looks closely at MULDER.)
GIBSON: Youíve got a dirty mind.
(MULDER doesnít quite know what to say. Looks at Scully.)
SCULLY: (suppressing a smile) Your parents are going to pick you up on Friday, Gibson, to take you back home.
GIBSON: (to MULDER) I donít want to play any chess.
MULDER: How do you know I want to?
GIBSON: ĎCause you got that cheapo chess computer in your hand.
(MULDER has indeed been hiding an electronic chess game under his arm.)
MULDER: Itís not so cheap. Donít you want to
see how fast you can
MULDER: Maybe because you canít.
(MULDER turns off TV. GIBSON doesnít answer.)
MULDER: Iím right, arenít I? You know what Iím talking about. You knew the moment I came in. Thatís how you win, isnít it Ö how you know what your opponentís going to do? You get inside his head. You read his thoughts. Thatís how you knew that man was going to shoot you Ö isnít it?
GIBSON: I know whatís on your mind. I know youíre thinking about one of the girls you brought.
(SCULLY raises an eyebrow, DIANA gives a half smile.)
GIBSON: One of themís thinking about you.
(SCULLY looks uncomfortable, DIANA interested.)
DIANA: Which one?
(GIBSON looks closely at MULDER.)
GIBSON: He doesnít want me to say.
(MULDER chuckles VERY uncomfortably. He stands and faces the two women.)
MULDER: This kidís going to need round-the-clock protection.
(MULDER quickly goes out into the hall. SCULLY follows.)
SCULLY: Mulder Ö (he turns to her) What was that all about?
MULDER: The kidís no chess master. Under controlled conditions, I could probably beat him.
SCULLY: Mulder, heís recognized internationally as a prodigy. Heís beaten Grand Masters.
MULDER: With the most unfair advantage. What heís doing amounts to a kind of parlor magic trick.
SCULLY: Mulder, he was goofing on you. He was playing along. Youíre positing that this kid can read minds.
MULDER: Weíve seen a number of these cases before, Scully.
SCULLY: We have seen cases, Mulder, of fakers and lucky guessers but no one that has ever been able to stand up to any kind of rigorous testing. (DIANA comes out of the room and watches MULDER and SCULLY.) No one who has gone so far as to claim that they can zero in on the mind of one person in a crowd of thousands.
MULDER: Maybe thatís why they want him dead.
SCULLY: Who? Who are you talking about?
MULDER: Iím not the mind reader.
SCULLY: Say that what youíre suggesting were even possible, whoíd want to kill a kid whose abilities would offer you the ultimate advantage Ö I mean in business, in war, in anything?
DIANA: Maybe somebody whose business is in keeping secrets.
MULDER: Well, letís test him. I think the kid will stand up. Letís run a brain scan and a psych evaluation on him. (looking away) You know what to do, Diana.
(MULDER walks away down the hall. SCULLY and DIANA watch him go.)
SCULLY: So, you two know each other?
DIANA: It was a long time ago.
(SCULLY watches DIANA walk away.)
(SPENDER comes out of a cell and closes the door. MULDER approaches him.)
SPENDER: What are you doing here?
MULDER: I want to talk to the shooter.
SPENDER: Iíve just spent the last six hours talking with him. Heís not been what I would call forthcoming.
MULDER: (reaching for the door) Okay. Let me see what I can do.
SPENDER: (stopping him) I prefer you stay out of there. In fact, I prefer you stay out of this thing altogether.
MULDER: When I first met you I figured you were just ambitious. This morning, my opinion changed. I thought you were arrogant. Now Iím beginning to wonder what youíre protecting.
SPENDER: Iím just trying to run this right, not like some ridiculous paranormal free-for-all.
MULDER: Youíre insulting me when you should be taking notes. Somehow, you got the big assignment but just because youíre wearing the suit doesnít mean it fits. Youíre lucky youíre not defusing some international incident kissing serious Russian ass and sending a lot of agents barking down a lot of bad leads. Now, the kid is the key to this and the shooter knows why. Excuse me.
(MULDER enters the cell followed by SPENDER. The GUNMAN sits casually on the bed, hand resting on his face.)
MULDER: What does it take to kill a kid? Money? Or just evil stupidity?
GUNMAN: I didnít kill a kid.
MULDER: No Ö Thanks to the kid.
GUNMAN: Want to talk about heartlessness? Your squeaky friend there (indicates SPENDER ) Ö hasnít given me any food or water for what Ė 16 hours?
MULDER: I wonít tolerate that. Spender, you got to get this guy some food. Come on.
(SPENDER stares at MULDER a moment with hatred, then goes out of the cell.)
GUNMAN: Iíve got nothing to say.
MULDER: Yeah Ö I read your bio. Youíve been trained. Special Forces. You were in Grenada, Zaire. You were inside Saddamís palace with a hit squad when they started raining bombs down over it yet you failed to kill him as well.
GUNMAN: Like I said Ö
MULDER: (interrupting) Yeah, I know Ė you got nothing to say. (sits beside him on the bed) Thatís okay. Iím a pretty good guesser. The kid reads minds. Howís that? Why donít I tell him you told me that, and then letís see how safe and snug you feel in here.
GUNMAN: What can you do for me?
MULDER: I donít know. I might be able to get you immunity or, uh Ö get you into the witness protection program.
GUNMAN: Never happen.
MULDER: Think about it.
(MULDER gets up and leaves the cell closing the door behind him. As he walks down the hall, he passes SPENDER and a guard carrying a tray of food.)
SPENDER: What did you get? Did you get anything?
(MULDER, never pausing, grabs a bag of chips and a drink off of the tray and continues down the hall.)
MULDER: Just his attention.
(SPENDER and the GUARD stop and watch MULDER leave.)
(SCULLY and GIBSON holding hands walk through a door and down a hall.)
SCULLY: How you doing?
GIBSON: I didnít like those tests. I didnít like being in the machine.
SCULLY: Hmm Ö Theyíre a little scary, arenít they?
GIBSON: Youíre wondering, arenít you?
SCULLY: About what? About you?
GIBSON: About that other girl.
(DIANA, holding a file, steps out of a room to meet them.)
GIBSON: Sheís wondering about you, too.
(Later, GIBSON sits in a room facing six adults. Funny scene.)
DOCTOR 1: Weíre going to show you a group of cards and as we look at them we want you to tell us what weíre thinking. Now, take as much time as you need.
(As each of the DOCTORS looks at a card with a picture of an object on it, GIBSON looks at the person and says the name of the object.)
GIBSON: Chair. Piano. Piece of pie. Light bulb. Smiley face. Statue. Cat.
(DIANA and SCULLY are watching through an observation window in another room.)
SCULLY: Itís amazing. Itís hard to believe.
DIANA: Iíve witnessed clairvoyants who were over 90% accurate and seen telepathy being demonstrated but I donít know Iíve ever witnessed anything quite like this.
SCULLY: Whereíd you see that?
DIANA: Agent Mulder and I spent some time in psychiatric hospitals. There were some patients serving criminal sentences who we felt had been misdiagnosed.
(In the other room, GIBSON looks at each of the DOCTORS in turn.)
GIBSON: Ö omelette. Coffee and a cruller. A nonfat latte. An english muffin. Grand Slam number two with double hash browns and a side of Canadian bacon.
(DOCTORS all laugh and clap.)
DOCTOR 1: (over his shoulder to SCULLY and DIANA) He just told us all what we ate for breakfast.
SCULLY: (not looking at DIANA, very tense) I have to disappear for a bit.
(SCULLY quickly leaves the room. DIANA watches her go.)
(Prison. GUARD slides a note to the GUNMAN through the door.)
GUARD: I was handed a note. Now Iím handing it to you.
(The note is written on the back of a Morley cigarette wrapper. "Youíre
a dead man.")
(Lone Gunman office, and home apparently. Sound of knocking. SCULLY is shown on a video monitor outside the door. FROHIKE is in pajamas. He is putting on a Kevlar bullet-proof vest.)
SCULLY: (on monitor) Is somebody going to let me in?
FROHIKE: Yeah. Yeah. Coming. Coming.
(To get the door open, FROHIKE must first unlock and unbolt seven very sturdy locks. Very funny. He opens the door and SCULLY enters.)
FROHIKE: Sorry. You caught me getting ready for bed. Come in. Come in.
SCULLY: Thank you.
FROHIKE: To what do we owe the pleasure at this late night hour?
SCULLY: I need your help.
LANGLY: (entering, also in pajamas with toothbrush in his mouth) With what?
SCULLY: Youíve all heard of Gibson Praise the chess wunderkind. These are a series of scans and neural electrical outputs of his brain and brain processes. (She places the images of GIBSONís brain on a lighted viewer.) There seems to be some suspicion that heís a fraud.
BYERS: Dorf on chess?
SCULLY: Well, apparently, he wins by reading his opponentsí minds.
FROHIKE: I love that.
LANGLY: And you want us to what?
SCULLY: Analyze the data Ö with an eye to the parapsychological.
FROHIKE: Ooh Ö. A walk on the wild side.
SCULLY: (not looking at them, switching off the viewer) First Ö I want you guys to tell me who Diana Fowley is.
BYERS: Diana Fowley? Geez, we havenít heard that name in a while.
SCULLY: Then you know her.
BYERS: Well Ö yeeaaah.
FROHIKE: She was Mulderís chickadee when he just got out of the Academy. Good-looking.
SCULLY: Well, she claims to have worked closely with him for a while.
LANGLY: She was there when he discovered the X-Files. She has a background of para-science.
BYERS: She got a legat appointment a while back Ö in Berlin. I always wondered why they split up.
(This has made SCULLY uncomfortable. She smiles tightly. Still not looking at the men, she turs the viewer back on.)
SCULLY: Well Ö Why donít you boys see what you can find?
(Hospital. GIBSON is watching The Silver Surfer cartoon.)
SILVER SURFER: I must make my stand.
GALACTUS: Your stand will destroy you.
SILVER SURFER: Better to perish for what I believe in than endure forever as a traitor to life.
GALACTUS: Then, so be it.
(DIANA is watching GIBSON from another room through an observation window. GIBSON turns at looks in her direction at one point, then turns back to the TV. MULDER enters the observation room joins DIANA at the window and watches GIBSON also.)
MULDER: Howís little Karnac doing?
DIANA: Put a TV in front of him and he turns right into a normal kid. Heís the real deal, Fox. We tested him with Zener cards, random numbers, a variety of ESP tasking. Heís got ability to not just focus on a thought, but a multitude of thoughts at once.
MULDER: Thereís something else. Thereís something weíre missing here.
DIANA: That was a good catch on the videotape. I was impressed.
MULDER: (embarrassed, looking away) Oh, you would have caught it eventually.
DIANA: No. Iíve been too many years trying to get inside the head of too many Arab terrorists. Iím out of practice with this stuff. But you seem at the top of your game.
MULDER: Thatís all I do. Thatís all Iíve been doing for the last five years. Been my life, such as it is. (smiles)
DIANA: Sometimes I hear about you ... about the work youíre doing. And I think how it might have been if Iíd stayed.
MULDER: Ah, weíd all be blown up by some terrorist bomb, no doubt, huh?
DIANA: I sense you could have used an ally, though Ė someone who thinks like you, with some background.
MULDER: Oh, you mean Scully?
DIANA: Sheís not what I would call an open mind on the subject.
MULDER: Sheís a, uh ... sheís a scientist. She just makes me work for everything.
DIANA: Yes, but Iím ... Iím sure there were times when two like minds on a case would have been advantageous.
MULDER: Iíve done okay without you.
DIANA: Hey ... Iím on your side.
(DIANA takes MULDERís hand as they look at one another. Outside in the hall, SCULLY, carrying GIBSONís file, approaches the door. Through the door window she sees MULDER and DIANA holding hands and smiling. Surprised, SCULLY keeps walking a few steps down the hall. She pauses, then turns and walks back the way she came without looking in the room again where MULDER and DIANA are still holding hands. SCULLY goes down to the parking deck and gets in her car. She sits quietly for about 15 seconds just thinking, then breathes deeply and pulls out her cell phone. She dials and exhales slowly.)
MULDER: (on phone, voice) Mulder.
SCULLY: (on phone) Mulder, itís me.
MULDER: (on phone, voice, pause) Where are you?
SCULLY: (on phone) Iím, uh, Iím on my way to work. I was hoping I could show you something. Something about the boy.
MULDER: (on phone) Well, Iím at the psych facility with him right now. Why donít you come by and show me?
SCULLY: (on phone, voice) Uh, no, Iíd ... Iíd prefer to show you at work if thatís okay.
MULDER: (on phone) Okay, what is it?
SCULLY: (on phone) I think youíll be surprised. Very surprised.
MULDER: (on phone) Iím on my way.
(SCULLY hangs up and starts her car. As she drives away, she sees SPENDER pull up. He doesnít see her. SPENDER sets his car alarm. As SCULLYís car goes out of sight, we hear tires squealing as if someone is driving a little fast.)
(SPENDER gets out of his car and is addressed by CSM who is standing in the shadows.)
CSM: Agent Spender. I need to speak with you.
SPENDER: Who are you?
CSM: Somebody whoís taken an interest in you ... in this case of yours. This case I gave you.
SPENDER: What are you? CIA? NSA?
CSM: Youíre a bright boy.
SPENDER: You said you had information.
CSM: Control the board. Know which men to sacrifice and when.
SPENDER: I donít know what youíre talking about.
CSM: Donít become part of someone elseís cause or crusade. Pursue your own self interest. Always.
(At the other side of the parking deck MULDER enters and sees them talking. He runs toward them, but CSM steps back and is gone.)
MULDER: Agent Spender! Agent Spender? (looks for CSM, but doesnít see him) Who were you talking to?
SPENDER: I donít know.
MULDER: You donít know who you were talking to? Youíre lying.
SPENDER: Whatís your deal?
MULDER: I was told he was dead.
SPENDER: Well, obviously whoever it is, heís not.
(SKINNERís office. MULDER and SCULLY sit in front of the desk. SPENDER, DIANA, and a few other agents are gathered on the couches.)
SKINNER: (sitting down) Youíre here to tell me a story.
MULDER: (to SCULLY) Tell him exactly as you told me.
SCULLY: (uncomfortable with what sheís saying) Iíve conducted some tests on Gibson Praise and have come up with some rather unexpected conclusions: ones which I myself have difficulty reconciling with what I know.
SKINNER: These are?
SCULLY: Neurological tests. Mapping of brain functions using a very high resolution EEG.
SKINNER: What did you find out?
SCULLY: The tests revealed something peculiar in an area of the brain that we are only beginning to understand. An area of the temporal lobe that neurophysicists are calling the "God nodule."
SKINNER: I hope Iím not going to hear that this kid is the next Christ child.
SCULLY: All of the boyís brain processes are showing extraordinary activity in exactly this part of the brain. Which is not just abnormal or anomalous, but from what I know absolutely unheard of.
MULDER: There are corollaries Ė The individuals who have been responsible for great leaps forward in understanding in science. Newton, Galileo, Einstein, Stephen Hawking. All these men exhibited modes of thinking that are suggestive of access to special brain centers.
SKINNER: All right. So this kid is a human oddity. Tell me why anyone would go to such lengths as to kill him?
MULDER: This kid may be the key not just to all human potential, but to all spiritual unexplained paranormal phenomena. The key to everything in the X-Files.
SPENDER: Let me get this right --- Weíre supposed to believe that this boy was going to be killed because of the X-Files?
MULDER: No, itís bigger than that.
SPENDER: Uh-huh. Explain it to me. To us.
MULDER: I canít. But the shooter can. The assassin that you have locked up ... in exchange for immunity from prosecution.
SPENDER: You want to give a murderer a free ride for the secrets to the pyramids? This is crazy. Itís nuts.
SCULLY: You mischaracterize what Iíve said. This would be quantifiable scientific proof of everything Agent Mulder and I have investigated over the past five years.
DIANA: How do you quantify the spiritual? It canít be done. You ask for immunity for a killer on that basis, the Attorney Generalís gonna go off. Youíre allowed to investigate the X-Files as an indulgence. But draw the wrong kind of attention and theyíll close you down. Put an end to all your work. Something I happen to have an interest in myself.
(MULDER nods. SCULLY looks at him.)
SKINNER: Letís everyone step out into the hall.
SKINNER: Agent Mulder, you stay put.
(MULDER sighs as everyone else leaves. SKINNER sits on the edge of the desk.)
SKINNER: Sheís right, you know. The risk youíre taking, the long-term plans that you and I talked aboutÖ
MULDER: If what Agent Scullyís found is true and I have every reason to believe that it is, then the answers I might have spent a lifetime searching for may fall together like a million puzzle pieces.
SKINNER: Youíd risk the X-Files?
MULDER: How soon can you call the Attorney General?
(Federal prison. MULDER and SPENDER enter the GUNMANís cell. GUNMAN wakes, startled. Heís nowhere near as cool and collected as he was earlier. In fact, he appears panicked and desperate.)
MULDER: The Attorney Generalís heard my request for immunity.
GUNMAN: Heard it? You Ö Oh Ö You said that you could get it.
MULDER: She needs something more. Something to convince her that youíre not just playing games. Something that I can corroborate. I need answers from you.
GUNMAN: The kid is a missing link.
MULDER: To what?
(MULDER and the GUNMAN look at each other. They ignore SPENDER.)
MULDER: Heís genetic proof, isnít he?
(GUNMAN nods slightly.)
SPENDER: Genetic proof of what? (pause) Genetic proof of what?
MULDER: The kidís not superhuman. Heís just more human than human.
(MULDER exits the cell quickly. SPENDER follows.)
SPENDER: Heís what?
MULDER: Most of us have genes we donít use. They lie there dormant, turned off. Science doesnít know what theyíre for, why theyíre there or where they came from.
SPENDER: Right and you think this has something to do with that?
MULDER: Thereís a long-held but unpopular theory tied to prehistoric evidence of alien astronauts.
SPENDER: Youíre not going to go out there and say the kidís part alien.
(MULDER gives SPENDER a direct look and keeps walking.)
SPENDER: You think thatís what you heard? You led him, Agent Mulder. Now youíre letting yourself be led.
(MULDER ignores SPENDER.)
(Street. Day. CSM comes out of a building. A car pulls up beside him. KRYCEK is driving, WELL MANICURED MAN rolls down the passenger window.)
WMM: We entrusted you. You failed.
CSM: Failed. Failed who?
WMM: Mulder has gone to the Justice Department. He has testimony about the boy.
CSM: Thatís just part of the game.
WMM: Itís not a game, for Godís sake.
CSM: Sure it is. Itís all a game. You just take their pieces, one by one until the board is clear.
WMM: (under his breath) God Ö.
(WMM is not pleased. He rolls up the window. CSM lights
(Night. Car pulls up to hotel. Interior hotel room. GIBSON is watching "King of the Hill" on TV. SCULLY sits in a chair watching him.)
COTTON: Hey, Missy! How about some sammiches? Hmm.
(Cotton and Bobby are both laughing at a woman.)
PEG: I hope you're all hungry.
HANK: Good-looking breakfast, Peg.
COTTON: Yeah. I see bacon, I see ham...
GIBSON: This is a great show. I wish we got this where I live.
Peg: Cotton, you are welcome to march yourself down to the Safeway Ö
(SCULLY comes over and pulls up a chair next to GIBSON.)
SCULLY: Iíd like to ask you something.
Cotton: See, Bobby? Woman works, man loses his sausage.
Peg: You know, Cotton, I'd love to debate this with you but I am just a little too busy living here in the latter half of the 20th century.
SCULLY: How do you do it?
GIBSON: I just hear you thinking Ö like on a radio. And sometimes there are lots of radios. And I want to shut them off and watch some TV.
SCULLY: Is that why you like chess? ĎCause itís just one thought that you hear?
GIBSON: Yeah, but thatís not why I like it all the time.
SCULLY: Why else do you like it?
GIBSON: Because thereís no talking. Just thinking. Itís nothing like real life where people think one thing but they say something else.
SCULLY: (laughs softly) Is that what people do?
GIBSON: Theyíre so worried about what other people are thinking when the people theyíre worrying about are worried about the same thing. It makes me laugh.
GIBSON: They make up all this stuff to believe but itís all made up. Some people try to be good people but some people just donít care. Like you.
SCULLY: You think I donít care?
GIBSON: No, you donít care what people think. Except for her. The other one.
(DIANA knocks and enters the hotel room.)
DIANA: Iím here to relieve you.
SCULLY: (to GIBSON) Well, weíll talk about this later, okay?
(SCULLY crosses to the door.)
GIBSON: They want to kill me, you know.
SCULLY: (at door) Nobodyís going to do anything to you, Gibson. I promise.
GIBSON: I know you do.
(SCULLY takes her coat and leaves.)
[Closed captioning only
HANK: Well, that's the dangedest thing. I never heard of a solenoid just disappearing before.
DALE: I don't know. Sometimes things just disappear for no logical reason. One day my cousin woke up, his kidney was gone.]
(Prison. GUARD slides another note to the GUNMAN.)
GUARD: Iíve been handed another note.
(The GUNMAN looks at another Morley wrapper. This time there is
nothing written on the back. The GUNMAN looks up just as the GUARD
fires a gun through the slot in the door, killing the GUNMAN.)
(Hotel room. Later. DIANA is asleep. DIANA wakes, startled. GIBSON is not where he was sitting earlier.)
(She sees GIBSON looking out the window.)
DIANA: What are you doing?
GIBSON: Thereís a man with a gun.
(DIANA gets up and runs to GIBSON pulling him out of the way and pushing him toward the bed. She stays at the window.)
DIANA: Gibson, get down. Get back. Get back.
GIBSON: He didnít come here to kill me. Heís aiming at you.
DIANA: Wha Ö
(DIANA stands up in front of the window, looks at Gibson, shocked, then faces the window. Window shatters as gunshot hits DIANA. She falls.)
(Next morning. Exterior of hotel. Crime scene - patrol cars, ambulances. MULDER and SCULLY arrive. They get out of the car and see a womanís body covered with a sheet. They cross to the body.)
SKINNER: Agent Mulder, Scully. They killed a US Marshal and then shot Agent Fowley.
(DIANA, unconscious, is carried out of the motel room and loaded onto an ambulance. MULDER, concerned, holds her hand briefly before being pushed back by the EMTs.)
SKINNER: They worked on her here for an hour. They couldnít get a chopper in so theyíre in radio communication with the hospital. Sheís got weak vitals and a hole in one of her lungs, so theyíre not optimistic.
SCULLY: What about the boy? Is he here?
(SKINNER shakes his head.)
MULDER: Whereís Spender?
SKINNER: Heís gone to Federal Detention. They found the shooter shot dead in his cell early this morning. We also found this.
(SKINNER shows them the blank Morley wrapper.)
(Day. Under the bridge. CSM and GIBSON wait for WMM and KRYCEK who drive up in the car. WMM gets out.)
WMM: (to GIBSON) Hello, young man.
WMM: Thereís nothing to be afraid of.
GIBSON: Youíre a liar. Just like him.
(WMM is taken aback.)
CSM: (to WMM) Youíve never had the stomach for our business.
WMM: Just not for your practices.
CSM: Iím a necessity. The complement to your cowardice.
WMM: Your work is done now.
CSM: My work is just beginning.
(CSM begins walking away. WMM helps GIBSON into the back seat of the car, then gets in the passenger side.)
KRYCEK: (looking at the departing CSM) I got a nice, straight shot.
WMM: No. Heís useful. And you may need him in the future.
(As the car passes CSM, KRYCEK narrowly misses him. CSM exhales smoke
(Hallway. SPENDER is briefing some other agents. MULDER angrily walks toward them.)
SPENDER: Ö secure the airports. Notify the parents and the Philippine government the boyís missing, and Ö
(MULDER grabs SPENDER and holds him against the wall while rubbing the Morley wrapper in his face.)
MULDER: Who do you work for?! You work for him -- You and Old Smokey --- Is that who put this together?! Youíre going down for this! Iím going to see you prosecuted for murder! You watch me! Watch it happen! Your days are numbered!
(MULDER leaves as angrily as he came. SPENDER watches him go.)
SPENDER: (quietly) Youíre wrong, Agent Mulder.
Itís your days that are numbered.
(MULDERís apartment. SCULLY sits at MULDERís desk on the phone. She looks exhausted. Beside her, MULDER is stretched out on the couch, his eyes closed, hands clasped on his chest. The room is dim. They are both dressed casually.)
SCULLY: (on phone) We knew there were risks going to the Attorney General.
SKINNER: (on phone, voice) You know what's coming down here.
SCULLY: (on phone) Yes, sir.
SKINNER: (on phone, voice) Theyíre serious about this.
SCULLY: (on phone) I understand.
SKINNER: (on phone, voice) I assume youíll make Agent Mulder aware of this.
SCULLY: (on phone) Yes, Iím - Iím here with him now.
SKINNER: (on phone, voice) I'm making a case his personal involvement clouded his judgment but I don't know the Attorney General's listening.
SCULLY: (on phone) Iíll communicate that to him. Is there anything else Ė any other news?
SKINNER: (on phone, voice) You should know Agent Spender's going after Mulder full bore. He's been reciting some line about "Alien Astronauts." It makes you both look real bad.
SCULLY: (on phone) Right. Well, Iíll be here if you need to reach me.
SKINNER: (on phone, voice) I've got to get back in there.
(SCULLY hangs up.)
MULDER: (not opening his eyes) Any news on Diana?
SCULLY: (pauses and sighs) They have her on maximum pressers but sheís barely maintaining her pressure.
MULDER: What did Skinner have to say?
SCULLY: There are talks going on right now about reassignment.
MULDER: (looking up at her) For who?
SCULLY: Both of us. These talks included instructions from the Justice Department to close down the X-Files.
MULDER: This was all strategized Ė every move. I just couldnít see it. It was all of a plan.
SCULLY: (sad and tired) Mulder, whatever you may believe,
this time they may have won.
(X-Files office. CSM alone. He slowly lights a cigarette.
Looks around the office. He goes to a file cabinet and removes the folder
for Samantha T. Mulder. He puffs on his cigarette.)
(FBI building later, hallway. CSM walks out of the elevator and down the hall carrying the one X-File. SPENDER approaches from the other direction. SPENDER looks up, surprised.)
SPENDER: Can I help you?
CSM: (not expecting this) Actually, uh .. I can help you.
SPENDER: How did you get in here?
CSM: Access, Agent Spender. Itís about access. Itís what I can give you. Itís what can make you. Itís why Iím doing this for you.
SPENDER: Who are you?
CSM: Iím your father.
(Alarm bell begins ringing. CSM quickly leaves.)
(X-Files office burning fiercely.)
(FBI building, later. Firemen everywhere. SKINNER speaking to some agents in the hall. MULDER enters in T shirt and jeans, SCULLY follows him looking very concerned.)
SKINNER: Mulder Ö
(MULDER ignores him and goes to elevator. It is full of firemen and equipment. MULDER goes to the stairs. Downstairs he passes another fireman as he enters the X-Files office. And stops in the middle of the room in shock. Everything is destroyed. "I Want to Believe" is just barely visible on the charred poster, the desk is destroyed, the file cabinets black. His nameplate has melted on the door. Water drips from the walls and ceiling. SCULLY enters and looks around at the damage.
She looks back at MULDER. He just stares at the destruction. SCULLY walks toward him and puts her hands on his upper arms.
No response. She lays her head on his chest, holding him.
They stand there as the camera pulls back.
Lights from the emergency vehicles outside flash through the windows above.
[FADE TO BLACK]