The X-Files Fight The Future

MULDER: Arlington, please. (the cab pulls away, Kurtzweil still standing

on the curb watching him leave. As the cab drives off, Mulder seems to

be contemplating their conversation, then he comes to a decision.)

Actually, you know, let's go to Georgetown. Let's go to Georgetown...

SCULLY'S APARTMENT, GEORGETOWN

(In the darkness of her bedroom, Scully lies awake in bed, staring at

the ceiling. She hears knocking on her door. She gets up and answers

it, finding Mulder on the other side.)

MULDER: Awww, I woke you ... ( he walks in) Did I wake you?

SCULLY: No.

MULDER: Why not? It's three in the morning...

SCULLY: Are you drunk, Mulder?

MULDER: I ... I ... I was until about 20 minutes ago, yeah.

SCULLY: Was that before or after you decided to come here?

MULDER: What exactly are you implying?

SCULLY: Go home, Mulder.

MULDER: No, get dressed, Scully.

SCULLY: It's late.

MULDER: Get dressed.

SCULLY: What are you doing?

MULDER: Just get dressed, I'll explain on the way.

NORTH TEXAS (BLACKWOOD)

(Two black helicopters fly across the moon. The area below them is a

"hive" of activity (TD NOTE: Sorry, couldn't help myself) as tanker

trucks and tractors criss-cross the landscape, punctuated by large

white tented domes. The copters land and a figure emerges from one,

his clothes flapping in the copters' blades' backwash. He walks a short

distance from the copter, stands and places a cigarette in his mouth.

From behind his head, we watch him light his ciggie as he stares at

two large white tents. Finally, the camera reveals his identity ....

it's the Cigarette Smoking Man (hereby known as CSM, although

I prefer to call him Cancer Man). Cue the audience's boos or cheers

depending on your allegiance. He starts to walk toward the tents.

Cut to inside one of the tents, many men, computers, readouts,

equipment, a cylinder being wheeled by, then we see a hole in the

ground, reinforced by steel as a man in a white bio-hazard suit

climbs out. Another man helps him remove his head gear, revealing

that it is Bronschweig. He looks over and sees CSM smoking his

cigarette. CSM steps over some equipment and walks to Bronschweig.)

CSM: You've got something to show me?

(Scene cuts to inside the hole, CSM now in a bio-hazard suit, climbing

down the ladder, Bronschweig already at the bottom.)

BRONSCHWEIG: We brought the atmosphere back down to freezing in

order to control the development, which is like nothing we've ever seen.

CSM: Brought on by what?

BRONSCHWEIG: Heat, I think. (they begin to walk down a staircase

towards another area in the hole.) The coincident invasion of a host,

the fireman, in an environment that raised his body temperature above

ninety-eight point six.

(They open the door of the other area where more men in biohazard suits

are working, the air inside giving off a steam associated with extreme cold.

Bronschweig pulls back a curtain, showing a man covered in goo, barely

breathing. CSM looks shocked.)

CSM: This man is still alive.

BRONSCHWEIG: Technically and biologically. But he'll never recover.

(The camera pans down the man's body. We can see something moving

inside his chest.)

CSM: How can this be?

BRONSCHWEIG: The developing organism is using his life energy ...

digesting bone and tissue ... we've just slowed the process. (CSM

keeps looking at the body in shock, his mouth agape.) Do you want

us to destroy this one, too? Before it gestates?

CSM: No, no. We need to try our vaccine on it.

BRONSCHWEIG: And if it's unsuccessful?

CSM: Burn it, like the others.

MONTGOMERY COUNTY, MARYLAND

(Nightime, an overhead camera shot shows cars driving along a road.

Cut to inside The Bethesda Naval Hospital as Mulder and Scully walk

down a hallway and reach a security desk.)

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 sign-in book, not sure what name he uses!)

MULDER: 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. (he starts to walk away.)

CLERK: I don't have the number. (Mulder stops.)

MULDER: Well, then call the switchboard, they'll patch you through.

(Clerk starts to fumble through some papers.)

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

CLERK: I'm calling my C.O.

(He picks up the phone on his desk, Mulder puts his hand on the

receiver's button, cutting him off.)