The X-Files: Fight The Future

Fox Mulder:
Scully, you know that face I just showed you? I'm making it again.

Fox Mulder:
(to Scully) Next time, you're buying.

Skinner:
You don't see what's going on here, do you? There's forty-five million dollars worth of damage to the city of Dallas. Lives have been lost. No suspects have been named. So the story that's being shaped ... is that this could have been prevented.

Mulder:
They want to blame us?

Skinner:
(sits down next to him) Agent Mulder, you and I both know that if it looks bad, it's bad for the FBI. Blame has to be assigned somewhere.

Mulder:
(looks at the ground, then up at Skinner) If they want somebody to blame, they can blame me; Agent Scully doesn't deserve this.

Skinner:
She's in there right now saying the same thing about you.

Bartender:
So, what do you do?

Mulder:
What do I do?

Bartender:
Mmhmm.

Mulder:
I'm the key figure in an on-going government charade, the plot to conceal the truth about the existence of extraterrestrials. It's a global conspiracy, actually, with key players in the highest levels of power, that reaches down into the lives of every man, woman, and child on this planet. (laughs) So, of course, no one believes me. I'm an annoyance to my superiors, a joke to my peers. They call me Spooky. Spooky Mulder, whose sister was abducted by aliens when he was just a kid and who now chases after little green men with a badge and a gun, shouting to the heavens or to anyone who will listen that the fix is in, that the sky is falling and when it hits it's gonna be the sh*t-storm of all time.

Bartender:
Well. I would say that about does it, Spooky. (takes the drink away)

Mulder:
Does what?

Bartender:
Well, looks like 86 is your lucky number.

Mulder:
(takes money out of his wallet) You know, one is the loneliest number.

Cigarette Smoking Man:
There are complications. (he looks at the surveillance video and WMM looks as well) Mulder saw one of the infected bodies that we destroyed in Dallas. He's gone back there again. Someone has tipped him.

Well-Manicured Man:
Who?

Cigarette Smoking Man:
Kurtzweil we think.

Well-Manicured Man:
No one believes Kurztweil or his books. He's a toiler, a crank.

First Elder:
Mulder believes.

Cigarette Smoking Man:
Then Kurtzweil must be removed.

Strughold:
As must Mulder.

Well-Manicured Man:
Kill Mulder, we take the risk of turning one man's quest into a crusade.

Strughold:
Then you must take away what he holds most valuable. That with which he can't live without. (Cuts to show Scully)

Clerk:
ID and floor you're visiting, please.

Mulder:
We're going down to the morgue.

Clerk:
That area is currently off limits to anyone other than authorized medical personel.

Mulder:
On whose orders?

Clerk:
General McAddie.

Mulder:
(signs the book) General McAddie is who requested our coming down here. We were awakened at three AM and told to get down here immediately.

Clerk:
I don't know anything about that.

Mulder:
Well, call General McAddie. (starts to walk away)

Clerk:
I don't have the number.

Mulder:
(stops) Well, then call the switchboard, they'll patch you through.

[Clerk fumbles through papers.]

Mulder:
Jesus, you don't know the switchboard number?

Clerk:
I'm calling my C.O. (Picks up the phone on his desk, Mulder puts his hand on the receiver's button, cutting him off.)

Mulder:
Listen, son, we don't have time to dick around while you demonstrate your ignorance of the chain of command. The order came directly from General McAddie, you call him. We'll conduct our business while you confirm authorization.

(Mulder and Scully walk off, leaving the clerk standing with his phone in his hand; clerk seems to believe Mulder]

Clerk:
Why don't you head on down and I'll confirm authorization.

Mulder:
Thank you.

Scully:
Do you boys live around here?

Kid 1:
Yeah.

Mulder:
You see anybody diggin' over there?

Kid 1:
We're not supposed to talk about it.

Scully:
You're not supposed to talk about it? Who told you that?

Kid 2:
Nobody.

Mulder:
Nobody? The same nobody that built that playground? Nobody buy you those new bikes, too?

Scully:
I think you better tell us.

Kid 1:
We don't even know you.

Scully:
Well, we're FBI Agents.

Kid 1:
You're not FBI Agents.

Mulder:
How do you know?

Kid 1:
Cause ya'll look like door-to-door salesmen. (laughs)

Mulder:
(pulls out his badge) Hey, you wanna buy a badge?

Frohike:
Hey, Mulder? Mulder?

Mulder:
Oh my God. Cowardly Lion, Scarecrow... Toto! (Frohike scowls; Mulder tries to sit up then winces and touches his bandaged head in pain) What am I doing here?

Byers:
The bullet grazed your brow and (by itself?) your temporal plate.

Langly:
A few centimeters to the left and we'd all be playing harps right now.

Frohike:
You've been unconscious since they brought you in.

Mulder:
(sitting up in bed quickly) Where's Scully?!

Byers:
We put together you called 911. That call must have been intercepted.

Frohike:
Scully had a reaction to an Africanized honeybee we found in your hall. (holds up a vial containing the bee)

Mulder:
I've got to get to her.

[Mulder attempts to get up, but has trouble. Skinner enters and helps Mulder to stand.]

Skinner:
Mulder, easy, easy... look, you're staying right here.

Mulder:
You don't understand, this goes all the way back to Dallas.

Skinner:
Tell me where she is, I'll find her.

Mulder:
I don't know where she is! But I can think of someone who might.

Skinner:
You leave here unprotected, how far will you get? How far will they let you get? Because they'll know the minute you walk out of here!

Langly:
What can we do?

Mulder:
(grins) You can strip Byers naked…

Byers:
What?!

Mulder:
I need your clothes.

Mulder:
Where's Dr. Kurtzweil? (no response) I'd like to get out of the car now. (to the driver) Stop the car!

Well-Manicured Man:
Driver. (car stops in an alley) The men I work with will stop at nothing to clear the way for what they believe is their stake in the inevitable future. I was ordered to kill Dr. Kurtzweil, as I was ordered to kill you. (Suddenly grabs a gun and shoots the driver in the back of the head; Mulder jumps.)

Mulder:
Ow!

Well-Manicured Man:
Trust no one, Mr. Mulder. (Opens his door and exits; holds the door open) Get out of the car.

Mulder:
Why? The upholstery is already ruined.