The X-Files Fight The Future

CSM: It's all gone to hell!

MAN: But, what about Mulder?!

CSM: He'll never make it!

(Never say never, Old Smokey! We cut back to Mulder as he gently

lifts a naked Scully out of the cryopod, her body glistening with goo,

and lays her down on the floor. Next we see him carrying her. She's

now wearing some of Mulder's clothing, right down to a pair of boots,

don't ask me where THEY came from! He reaches the bottom of a

metallic shaft, sunlight beaming down upon them.)

(Cut to outside as an alarm sounds and men race out from the domes,

running for the various Sno-Cats. Cancer Man gets into one, his mouth

dangling open in shock as it "all falls apart". The vehicles drive off.)

(Back to Mulder and Scully as he drags her up a ladder. Far below

them, the defrosting has begun and water drips down the walls.)

(From above, we see the Sno-Cats leaving, one passing within

inches of the top of a shaft leading to our hereos.)

(Cut to inside where Mulder and Scully have found a momentary

resting place. Scully is coughing and weak. Mulder urges her on.)

MULDER: We gotta keep moving. Come on!

SCULLY: I can't.

MULDER: Yeah, you can.

(Mulder picks her up and carrys her in a fireman's lift, over his

shoulders. He walks down a row of crypods, all ominously dripping

with water from the defrosting ice. He spots a vent.)

MULDER: Scully, reach up and grab that vent!

(Suddenly, he spots movement in one of the pods. The creatures

within have begun to stir. The vaccine has affected the whole structure,

as the bodies were all obviously attached to the one creature.)

MULDER: Scully, grab the vent! (no response) Scully?

(He looks at her face on his shoulder, she's passed out. Mulder

slides her off his shoulders, placing her on the floor and checks

for a pulse. The creatures nearby, still encased in the swiftly melting

ice are now violently thrashing about and emitting their high-pitched

screams. With one eye on the creatures and one eye on Scully,

Mulder begins performing a mean version of CPR.)

MULDER: Please, breathe. Breathe ... breathe .... BREATHE!

(Scully begins to cough and splutter as she regains consciousness.)

MULDER: Breathe in, breathe in, breathe!

(She begins to try and speak, he has to place his ear almost on her

mouth to hear.)

SCULLY: I had you big time.

(She smiles at him. No time for jokes, Scully, the aliens are coming!

As Mulder pulls her to her feet, the ice-encased cryopods around

them start to crack open as the creatures within begin to break free.

He holds her up to the vent above her.)

MULDER: Grab the vent. Pull! PULL!

(Scully grabs the vent and pulls herself up. Mulder starts to climb

up. One of the aliens breaks the pod and reaches out with its hand

for Mulder. It grabs Mulder's leg. Scully stops and turns his head.)

SCULLY: Mulder!

MULDER: Keep moving, Scully!

(Mulder kicks it away and pulls himself up. They both climb through

the tunnel, Mulder yelling encouragement from behind.)

MULDER: Go! Go! Come on!

(He keeps checking behind him as the alien screams continue,

looking for any which may be chasing them. The light at the end

of the proverbial tunnel gets brighter as they climb on.)

MULDER: Almost there, keep going!

(They pull themselves up to where Mulder first stopped after he fell

through the ice, a slight turn in the vent. Just as Mulder clears the

turn, an alien lashes out from behind but is cut off by the twist in

the tunnel. They step over the part where Mulder first fell all the way

down and make their way out the hole he originally made. Scully

falls onto the snow, exhausted and Mulder perches next to her on

one knee. He hears a sound and looks around for the origin. It's the

ice ... it's cracking under their feet! He grabs Scully and throws one

of her arms over his shoulder as they begin to run away. He stops

for some ungodly reason and looks back seeing vents of steam

starting to shoot out of the ice. They begin to run again as the ice

begins cracking and falling away causing a huge crater to form.

Suddenly the crater overtakes them and they disappear into the

hole, but next we see them shoot into the air and slide off of the

surface of the rising ship. They land on the edge of the crater.

Mulder watches the spaceship as it flies overhead, his face glows

with a heart-melting grin of childlike wonder and awe. Scully's face

is turned towards the snow, too tired to move, as Mulder says,

almost along with the audience ...)

MULDER: Scully, ya gotta see this! Scully!

(It's quiet, it's barely a mutter above a whisper, but we hear ...)

SCULLY: I saw it. I saw it.

(DW NOTE: Then she begins to murmur some lines from which I believe

they are deeply MRS related!) Spent from exhaustion, Mulder drops his

head into the snow. Scully, finding the strength God gave 20 hearty men,

scoots her body over to cover him from the freezing cold. She lifts him

into her arms and cradles him as the camera pans back to show two

lone figures perched alone on the edge of the bottomless crater left by

the departing spaceship. Cut to Washington and don't start with me on

how they got out of the Antarctic, there was extra gas can in the Sno-Cat,

I don't know!)

OFFICE OF PROFESSIONAL REVIEW

WASHINGTON, DC

(Scully is seated before the review board, her lovely face marked

by the effects of her ordeal, frostbite and scratches.)

CASSIDY: In light report on the report I've got before me and in light

of the narrative I am now hearing, my official report is incomplete --

pending these new facts I'm being asked to reconcile.

(While she speaks, we see a man entering the field office where the

fossilized samples were kept. In the darkness of the closed office

his flashlight lands on the tray containing the samples and he takes

it away.)

CASSIDY: Agent Scully, though there is now direct evidence that a

federal agent may have been involved in the bombing, the other events

you've laid down here are too incredible on their own, and quite frankly

implausible in their connections.

SCULLY: What is it you find incredible?

CASSIDY: Well, where would you like me to start?

(As we hear them speak, over the next couple of passages, we cut

to somewhere in America's heartland as a freshly-painted tanker

truck is prepared. The new sign painted on the side reads "Nature's

Best Corn Oil". Next we see soldiers with flame torches setting a

corn field ablaze.)

CASSIDY: So many of the events described in your report defy belief.

Antarctica is a long way from Dallas, Agent Scully. I-- I can't very

well submit a report to the Attorney General that alleges the links

you've made here. Bees and corn crops do not quite fall under the

rubric of domestic terrorism.

SCULLY: No, they don't.

CASSIDY: Most of what I find in here is lacking a coherent picture

of any organization with an attributible motive. I realize the ordeal

you've endured has clearly affected you. But the holes in your

account leave this panel with little choice but to delete these

references to our final report to the Justice Department--until

which time hard evidence becomes available that would give

us cause to pursue such an investigation.