Mulder: What else happened in 1980 Gerry?
Schnauz: Well John Lennon got shot.

Mulder: "Is this what you see when you close your eyes, Jerry? Is that what you see? Jerry? Tell me where Alice Brant is."
Gerald Schnauz, Jr.: "She's safe... from Howlers.  She's all right now."

( Description:  Mulder is leaning on the side of a car, Scully is inside.  They have just found the second victim's body.  Scully is shaken up, disturbed. )
Mulder: You know Scully, that word unruhe, unrest, has been bothering me.  I mean maybe he thought he was curing them somehow, saving them from damnation. From those things in the pictures you know, he called them the howlers.
Scully: It's over Mulder.
Mulder: Well, then that photo wouldn't be his fantasy, it would be his nightmare.
Scully: ( with voice raised ) What the hell does it matter?!!!
Mulder: Because I wanna know.
Scully: I don't.

( Description: Scully is typing on her computer.  A voice-over of her voice reads the words as they appear on the screen. )
Scully: After his death, a diary was found among Gerald Schnauze's belongings.  Written in the second person and apparently intended as an open letter to his father, it includes the names of his victims.  The women he desired to "save".  My name is contained
in the last entry.  I have no further explanation for the existence of the photographs, nor am
I confident one is forth coming.  My captivity forced me to understand, and even empathise with
Jerry Schnauze, my survival depended on it.  I see now the value in such insight, for truly to
pursue monsters, we must understand them.  We must venture into their minds.  Only in doing
so, do we risk letting them venture into ours.  ( screen fades out )

The Field Where I Died

At times I almost dream. I too have spend a life the sayers way and tread once more familiar path. Perchance I perished in an arrogant self alliance an age ago. And in that act a prayer for one more chance went up so earnest. So. Instinct with bitter light let in by death that life was blotted out not so completely but scattered rex enough of it to remain dim memories. As now and seems once more, the goal in sight again.

Scully: I don't believe that you feel responsible for those fifty lives or M.R. You are only responsible to yourself Mulder.

Mulder: "Scully, You were there!  You saw it!  You heard it!  Why can't you  feel it?...  How could I know the location of a bunker in a field  where I've never been before?"

Scully: Then why is it V.E. is reported by you a paranoid psychopath because he believes that he lived in Greece a hundred years ago and your not even though you believe you died in that field?
Mulder: Wouldn't you Scully? Wouldn't anybody?

Mulder: "Dana?... If... um... early in the four years we've been working together an event occurred that suggested... or somebody told you that we'd been friends together... in other lifetimes.  Always.  Would it have changed some of the ways we looked at one another?"
Scully: "Even if I knew for certain, I wouldn't change a day... Well... maybe that  flukeman thing.  I coulda lived without that just fine."

Sarah Biddle: "She doesn't know. She doesn't know.. th...that I'm waiting for her."

Scully: "...Mulder, there is no time for this."

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