The X-Files Fight The Future

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. Knowing when he's beaten, the clerk believes Mulder.)

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

MULDER: Thank you. (quietly to Scully) Why is a morgue suddenly off

limits on the orders of a general?

(They arrive in a room full of bodies on gurneys, wrapped up with sheets

and tied with ropes. Mulder stops at one of them and looks at its toe tag.)

SCULLY: This is one of the firemen who died in Dallas?

MULDER: According to the toe tag. (he starts to untie it.)

SCULLY: And you're looking for ...?

MULDER: Cause of death.

SCULLY: I can tell you that without even looking at him. (she picks

up a paper near the body's head and reads aloud.) "Concussive organ

failure due to proximal exposure to source and flying debris." Mulder,

this man's already been autopsied, you can tell by the way he's been

wrapped and dressed.

(Mulder pulls back the covering sheet. It sticks to a gooey substance

which covers the body.)

MULDER: Does this fit the description you just read me?

(Scully walks around to join Mulder on the other side of the gurney,

looks down and is shocked at the sight.)

SCULLY: Oh my God. This man's tissue, Mulder ...

MULDER: It's like jelly.

SCULLY: There's been some kind of cellular breakdown. (she snaps

on a pair of latex gloves, slides and pushes her fingers gently along

the body.) It's completely edematous. There's been no autopsy

performed here, no Y-incision, no internal exam.

MULDER: You抮e telling me the cause of death on that report is false?

That this man didn抰 die from an explosion or from flying debris?

SCULLY: Mulder, I can抰 tell you what killed this man.

I抦 not sure anybody else could claim to either.

(Mulder and Scully wheel the body into the lab.)

SCULLY: Mulder, you knew before we got here this man didn't die at

the bomb site.

MULDER: I've been told as much.

SCULLY: You're saying this is a coverup? Of what?

MULDER: I don抰 know, but I have a hunch that what you're gonna find

won't be categorized or easily referenced.

(Mulder walks over by the door.)

SCULLY: Mulder, this is gonna take some time. Somebody's going

to figure out sooner or later, that we're not even supposed to be here.

MULDER: We are being blamed for this man抯 death, I'd like to know

what he died of, wouldn't you?

(Mulder leaves the autopsy room.)

DUPONT CIRCLE

WASHINGTON, D.C.

4:50AM

(Scene cuts to a street, a garbage truck loading up as a taxicab

drives past. Inside the cab is Mulder.)

MULDER: (to cab driver): Think that's it up here.

(He's pointing to an apartment building swarming with cops.

Cut to Mulder entering an apartment, cops are all over the place.

He looks around, flips through a couple of magazines on a table

marked as "National Gynecology & Obstetrics" and "Obstetrics

& Gynecology". A detective passes by and looks at Mulder.)

DETECTIVE: Excuse me. Can I help you?

MULDER: Is this Dr. Kurtzweil's residence?

DETECTIVE: You have some kind of business with him?

MULDER: Yeah, I'm looking for him.

DETECTIVE: You're looking for him for what?

(Mulder pulls out his FBI badge and shows it to him.)

DETECTIVE: (over his shoulder to another detective) The feds are

looking for him too. (to Mulder) Real nice business he's got, huh?

(Mulder is looking through a bookshelf.)

MULDER: What抯 that?

DETECTIVE: Selling naked pictures of little kids on his computer.

(Mulder stops and looks at him, obviously surprised by this

development. He looks down at two books in his hand.)

You looking for him for some other reason?

(The first book in Mulder's hand is called, "The Four Horsemen Of

The Global Domination Conspiracy", the other, 揅ountdown to the

Apocalypse? both written by Kurtzweil.)

MULDER: Yeah .. (pause) I had an appointment for a pelvic examination.

(He looks up at the detective, gives him a goofy grin and the detective

laughs.)

DETECTIVE: You want a call if we turn up this Kurtzweil?

MULDER: (gives the detective a tap on the arm.) No, don't bother.

(Mulder leaves the apartment, then exits the building. He stands

outside looking around, sees Kurtzweil standing at the entrance

to the alley. He motions to Mulder to come closer. Mulder enters

the alley.)

KURTZWEIL: See this crap? Someone knows I'm talking to you.

MULDER: (sarcastically): Not according to the men in blue.

KURTZWEIL: Well, what is it this time? Kiddy porn again?

Sexual battery of a patient?

MULDER: They want to discredit you, for what?

KURTZWEIL: Because I'm a dangerous man.

Because I know too much about the truth.

MULDER: Oh, that end-of-the-world apocalyptic garbage you write?

KURTZWEIL: You know my work? (he smiles hopefully, but Mulder

gives him a slight snort and smile, then turns and starts to walk away.)

I was right about Dallas, wasn't I?

MULDER: (he stops and turns around.) How? How were you right?

KURTZWEIL: Are you familiar with the Hanta virus, Agent Mulder?

MULDER: Yeah, it was a deadly virus spread by field mice in the

southwestern United States several years ago.

KURTZWEIL: According to the newspaper, FEMA was called out to

manage an outbreak of the Hanta virus. Are you familiar with what

the Federal Emergency Management Agency抯 real power is? FEMA

allows the White House to suspend constitutional government upon

declaration of a national emergency. Think about that! What is an

agency with such broad-sweeping power doing managing a small

viral outbreak in suburban Texas?

MULDER: You抮e saying it wasn抰 such a small outbreak.

KURTZWEIL: No, I抦 saying it wasn抰 the Hanta virus.

MULDER: Well, what was it?

(Another police car pulls up to the front of the building.

Mulder and Kurtzweil walk farther into the alleyway.)

MULDER: What was it?

KURTZWEIL: When we were young men in the military, your father

and I were recruited for a project. They told us it was biological

warfare, a virus.

MULDER: What killed those men?

KURTZWEIL: What killed them I won't even write about! We have no

context for what killed those men, or any appreciation of the scale

at which it will be unleashed in the future.

MULDER: A plague?

KURTZWEIL: The plague to end all plagues, Agent Mulder. A silent

weapon for a quiet war. The systematic release of an indiscriminant

organism for which the men who will bring it on still have no cure!

They've been working on this for fifty years! While the rest of the

world have been fighting gooks and commies, these men have been

secretly negotiating a planned armageddon!

MULDER: Negotiating with whom?

KURTZWEIL: I think you know. The timetable has been set. It will

happen on a holiday, when people are away from their homes.

The president will declare a state of emergency, at which time all

government, all federal agencies, will come under the power of the

Federal Emergency Management Agency. FEMA, the secret

government.

MULDER: And they call me paranoid.

KURTZWEIL: Go back to Dallas, Agent Mulder, and dig. Or we're

gonna find out along with the rest of the country, when it's too late.

(Back at the morgue, Scully is conducting the autopsy. She cuts out

a piece of the ribcage and holds it up to look at it. It's clear. All of a

sudden, she hears footsteps and sees a soldier and two policemen

silhouetted in the frosted window of the autopsy room. The soldier

opens the door, looks around, but finds no Scully. The scene cuts

to inside the refrigeration room where the bodies are being kept,

Scully's slowly closing the door behind her. She removes her mask

and gloves. Her cell phone rings, echoing off the walls, making it

sound twice as loud as usual. She grabs it quickly and punches

the button to answer, cutting off the noise.)

MULDER: (over phone) Hey, Scully, it's me...

SCULLY: (whispering): Yeah?