The X-Files Fight The Future

FEDERAL BUILDING, DALLAS, TEXAS

ONE WEEK LATER

(The scene opens with FBI agents on the federal building's roof.

A helicopter lands and out comes Darius Michaud.)

FBI GUY: We've evacuated the building and been through it bottom to

top. There's no trace of an explosive device or anything resembling one.

MICHAUD: Have you sent the dogs through yet?

FBI GUY: Yes, sir.

MICHAUD: Well, send 'em through again.

(He begins to walk away, towards the edge of the roof, facing another

building across the street.)

FBI GUY: (to other FBI agents) All right guys, let's do it again.

(Michaud looks at a building across the street where a lone person is

walking on the roof. (DW NOTE: It is nice looking Dana!) Cut to the

other building where we see Scully talking on her cell phone.)

SCULLY: Mulder, it's me.

MULDER: Where are you, Scully?

SCULLY: I'm on the roof.

MULDER: Did you find anything?

SCULLY: (irritated voice) No I haven't.

MULDER: What's wrong?

SCULLY: Well, I just climbed up 12 floors, I'm hot, I'm thirsty and to

be honest, I'm wondering what I'm doing up here.

MULDER: You're looking for a bomb.

SCULLY: Yes, I know that, but the threat was called in to the federal

building across the street.

MULDER: I think they have that covered.

SCULLY: Mulder, when a terrorist bomb threat is called in, the rational

purpose of providing that information is to allow us to find the bomb.

The rational object of terrorism is to promote terror. If you'd study the

statistics, you'd find the model behavioral pattern for virtually every

case where a threat has turned up an explosive device; and if we don't

act in accordance with that data, if you ignore it as we have done,

the chances are great that if there actually is a bomb, we might not find it.

Lives could be lost .... Mulder. Mulder?

(he appears behind her)

MULDER: Boom.

SCULLY: (startled) Jesus, Mulder!

MULDER: Whatever happened to playing a hunch, Scully? The element

of surprise, random acts of unpredictabilty? If we fail to anticipate the

unforeseen or expect the unexpected in a universe of infinite possibilites,

we may find ourselves at the mercy of anyone or anything that cannot be

programmed, categorized or easily referenced. (he pops a sunflower seed

into his mouth) What are we doing up here, Scully? It's hotter than hell.

SCULLY: I know you're bored in this assignment, Mulder, but

unconventional thinking is only gonna get you in trouble now.

MULDER: What makes you think I'm bored?

SCULLY: You've gotta quit looking for what isn't there. They've closed

the X-files. There's procedure to be followed now ... protocol.

MULDER: Maybe we should call in a bomb threat to Houston.

I think it's free beer night at the Astrodome.

(Scully attempts to open the door)

SCULLY: Aww, now what?

MULDER: It's locked?

SCULLY So much for anticipating the unforeseen. (Mulder tries to open

the door and it opens easily, Scully smiles.) ... I had you.

MULDER: No, you didn't.

SCULLY: Oh, yeah. I had you big time.

MULDER: You had nothing. Come on, I saw you jiggle the handle.

(They exit the stairwell, next to the elevator at the bottom floor,

a group of children is being led into the elevator.)

BOY: (whispering amazed) F.B.I.

SCULLY: I saw your face, Mulder. There was a definite moment of panic.

MULDER: You've never seen me panic. When I panic, I make this face.

(Mulder's face registers no emotion.)

SCULLY: That was the face.

MULDER: You didn't see that face.

SCULLY: I saw that face. (she smiles) You're buyin'.

MULDER: What? Coke, Pepsi, saline IV?

SCULLY: Something sweet.

(Mulder heads down to a room containing the vending machines,

passing a man on his way out. He puts money in the machine,

pushes a button, then another, then all of them, nothing comes out.

He whacks the side of it, then shakes the machine, angry at losing

his money. He happens to look beside it and notices that the machine

is unplugged. (TD NOTE: Obviously, the bomb was set in some way

as to keep the machine lit so as not to arouse suspicion) He tries

to open the door, it's locked. He calls Scully on her cell phone

(555-0113). Cut to the lobby, where Scully is standing, waiting for

her drink.)

SCULLY: (answering her phone) Scully.

MULDER: Scully, I found the bomb.

SCULLY: (smiling) You're funny. Where are you, Mulder?

MULDER: I'm in the vending room.

(Mulder pounds on the door)

SCULLY: Is that you pounding?

MULDER: Yeah, you gotta get somebody to open that door.

(Scully tries the doorknob, but it doesn't turn)

SCULLY: Nice try, Mulder.

MULDER: Look, Scully, it's in the soda machine, you've got about

fourteen minutes to evacuate this building.

(Cut back to Scully outside of the vending room, she looks down at her

watch.)

SCULLY: Come on, Mulder ... (slight laugh)

(The camera pans to show that the machine is now open and filled

with explosives. A timer is ticking down.)

MULDER: Thirteen fifty-six, thirteen fifty-four, thirteen fifty-two,

thirteen fifty. You see a pattern emerging here, Scully?

(Scully looks down and realizes that the key hole has been welded shut.)

SCULLY: Hold on, Mulder, I'm gonna get you out of there.

(We see Mulder standing in front of the machine, "panic" written all

over his face. Cut to Scully as she rushes back to the lobby and

gives orders to the security guard.)

SCULLY: I need this building evacuated and cleared out in 10 minutes!

I want you to call the fire department and have them block off the city

center in a one mile radius around the building!

GUARD: Ten minutes?

SCULLY: (she points at him with her phone) Don't think! Just pick up

that phone and make it happen! (on her cell phone) This is Special

Agent Dana Scully, I need to speak to SAC Michaud, he's got the

wrong building!

(Numerous police cars and firetrucks pull up to the building.

Michaud exits a car and begins to hastily walk towards the building.

Scully comes out to meet him.)

MICHAUD: Where is it?

SCULLY: He found it in the vending room. He's locked in with it.

(Cut to Mulder sitting in a chair in front of the vending machine,

staring at the bomb, still making his panic face. His phone rings,

startling him. He lets out the breath he was holding and answers it.)

MULDER: Scully, you know that face I just showed you?

I'm making it again.