The X-Files Fight The Future

MULDER: (realizing what she's saying) You're quitting.

SCULLY: Maybe you should ask yourself if your heart's still in it, too.

(Skinner comes back out for Mulder)

SKINNER: Agent Mulder, you're up.

SCULLY: (to Mulder) I'm sorry.

(Mulder begins to walk back to the boardroom)

SCULLY: Mulder. (she hands Mulder his jacket, which he left on the

bench) Good luck.

(Mulder enters the hearing room. Scully pauses for a moment,

then turns and leaves the building.)

CASEY'S BAR, SOUTHEAST WASHINGTON, DC

(DW NOTE: In the background you can hear the song "Crystal Ship" by X)

BARTENDER: (filling a glass) I'd say this just about exceeds your

minimum daily requirement.

(Mulder empties the glass and as he sets it down he knocks over some

of the numerous other glasses on the bar.)

BARTENDER: Whoa, you've gotta train for that kind of heavy lifting.

Poopy day?

(Mulder points his two index fingers at her, then points one finger on the

bar as a sign that he wants another. She clears away all the empty

glasses and places one on the bar to be filled. While he waits, Mulder

looks over his shoulder and notices a man at the bar watching him.)

BARTENDER: So, whaddya do?

MULDER: What do I do?

BARTENDER: Mmm hmm.

(Mulder takes a sip from his new drink, puts it down and begins his tale.)

MULDER: I'm the key figure in an on-going government charade,

the plot to conceal the truth about the existence of extraterrestrials.

(The bartender looks up at the last word, stops wiping down the bar,

he now has her full attention.) 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.

(he 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

shit-storm of all time.

BARTENDER: Well. I would say that about does it, Spooky.

(takes the drink away from Mulder)

MULDER: Does what?

BARTENDER: Well, looks like eighty-six is your lucky number.

(Mulder takes some money out of his wallet)

MULDER: You know, one is the loneliest number.

(Mulder looks over his shoulder again and sees the man is no longer

at the bar. He then gets up, wavers a bit, walks to the men's room and

finds it out of order. He knocks on the women's door and it's occupied.

He goes out the exit into the alley and relieves himself just above a

poster for the movie "Independence Day". (DW NOTE: ;-) here's what

Chris Carter commented on that dig at ID4: "I didn't imagine, it would

be anything other than a wink - an almost sudden you know -- it got a

big laugh in the screening I saw it at -- and I wrote a note to Dean

and Roland telling them that I hope they didn't feel 'this is it' at

their expense.") The man from the bar, Dr. Kurtzweil, walks outside.)

KURTZWEIL: That official FBI business?

MULDER: What?

KURTZWEIL: Bet the Bureau's accusing you of the same thing in Dallas.

Standing around holding your yank while bombs are exploding.

MULDER: (annoyed) Do I know you?

KURTZWEIL: No, but I've been watching your career for a good while,

back when you were just a promising young agent. Before that.

(Mulder continues his business, then turns his head towards Kurtzweil,

annoyed that he's still standing there.)

MULDER: You come out here for a reason?

KURTZWEIL: Yeah, I did.

(Kurtzweil unzips his pants, steps up to the wall and begins to relieve

himself. Mulder starts to walk inside.)

KURTZWEIL: My name is Kurtzweil, Doctor Alvin Kurtzweil.

MULDER: Am I supposed to know that name?

KURTZWEIL: An old friend of your father's.

(Mulder turns back around to look at Kurtzweil)

KURTZWEIL: Back at the Department of State we were what you

might call fellow travellers, but his disenchantment outlasted mine.

MULDER: All right.

(Mulder goes back into the bar, Kurtzweil quickly zips up and follows

him inside. Mulder walks to the coat rack where his jacket is hanging

and starts to put it on.)

MULDER: How'd ya find me?

KURTZWEIL: I heard you come in here now and again, figured you'd be

needing a little drinkie tonight.

MULDER: You a reporter?

KURTZWEIL: I'm a doctor, but I think I mentioned that. OB-GYN.

MULDER: You've got something to tell me, you've got as much time as

it takes for me to hail a cab.

(Mulder and Kurtzweil are outside now, Mulder is raising his hand to

hail a cab.)

KURTZWEIL: There's something you don't know about the bombing in

Dallas.

MULDER: What's that?

KURTZWEIL: SAC Darius Michaud never tried, or intended, to defuse

that bomb.

MULDER: (skeptical voice) He just let it explode in his face, huh?

KURTZWEIL: What's the question no one's asking? (Mulder puts up

his arm to hail a cab.) Why that building? Why not the federal building?

MULDER: The federal building was too well guarded.

KURTZWEIL: No. They put the bomb in the building across the street

because it did have federal offices. The Federal Emergency Management

Agency had a provisional medical quarantine office there, which is

where the bodies where found. But that's the thing ... the thing you

didn't know. The thing you'd never think to check. (pause)

Those people were already dead. (Mulder looks at him.)

MULDER: Before the bomb went off?

KURTZWEIL: That's what I'm saying.

MULDER: Darius Michaud was a twenty-two-year veteran of the Bureau.

KURTZWEIL: Michaud was a patriot. The people he was loyal to know

their way around Dallas. They blew that building to hide something,

maybe even something they couldn't predict.

(A Yellow Cab pulls up)

MULDER: You're telling me they blew up that entire building just to hide

the bodies of those firemen.

KURTZWEIL: (nods) And one little boy.

MULDER: I think you're full of shit.

KURTZWEIL: (laughs) Do you?

(Mulder enters the cab and closes the door, looking at Kurtzweil as he

stands on the curb.)