INT. ALIEN HEADQUARTERS – HOLDING ROOM – NIGHT
WASHINGTON, D.C. – THE PENTAGON
MAY 12, 2007
Monica Reyes sits in the holding room cell,
tears welling through shut eyes as her ability taps into the words
of Brad Follmer, from a letter he was writing before the moment of
his death. Satori, another psychic in the room approaches her.
This is just so powerful.
Satori can’t help but be awestruck at the power
of Monica’s Gift and ability.
You really are the one.
Monica opens her eyes, unsure of what Satori
means by this. For all her life, Monica has just been Monica – nothing
more, nothing less.
Do you have any idea who you are?
What do you-
Her words are cut short by a sudden flash of
visions: a world covered in ice and snow. She begins to shiver. Flashes
of death and suffering. Krycek dying – again this vision haunts her
as she sees him fall to the ground, blood coming out of his mouth.
Another flash and she sees Brad Follmer, a knife stabbing him in the
back, killing him. A final flash of an alien claw coming at her.
The flashes stop as suddenly as they came and
she lets out a short gasping scream.
Something’s wrong here. I can feel it.
Satori shakes her head, disagreeing.
No, you don’t understand. They want
to harm us but they can’t. We can
out number them. Use our abilities-
Monica shakes her head, the sensation growing
in it’s intensity.
No. They’re going to kill us.
You don’t sense it because they
have blocked you.
Satori listens, after all Monica is the one
with the strongest ability.
We have to get out-
She is cut off once again. However, this time
not by flashes, rather by a strong force of aliens entering the room.
Immediately the dark grey aliens begin to attack the psychics they
have been holding – killing them.
Monica finds herself unable to move, yet the
aliens do not harm her. However, she notices one alien just staring
at her, as if it is looking deep inside of her. Seeing in her what
she does not yet know about herself. A strong sense of fear washes
over her as the blank, emotionless eyes pierce into her.
And then the visions start:
Again the world frozen. She sees herself killing
the Cigarette-Smoking Man first with her hand and in another flash
with just her mind. Another flash and she sees Dana Scully, blood
trickling from her nose.
Her eyes blink and she is no longer in the holding
room. She’s in an unfamiliar room. Her fear intensifies, and as she
looks into the expressionless black eyes of the alien before her,
she wonders why they have chosen to keep her alive.
MAY 12, 2007 – THAT SAME NIGHT
Charles Scully gets out of a snowmobile near
the loading dock nearby a large Navy aircraft carrier, the Pequod.
He slings a duffle bag over his shoulder and makes his way over to
his father, carrying a single piece of paper.
His father looks over at him.
We just received this.
He hands his father the piece of paper.
Captain Scully reads it:
“CAPTAIN. RECEIVED YOUR LATEST MESSAGE.
I WISH YOU A SAFE JOURNEY. I HOPE TO REMAIN IN CONTACT AS MUCH AS
I CAN. AS YOU KNOW THIS DEPENDS ON YOUR ACTIONS. PLEASE GO FORWARD
Charles nods and offers his father a hand with
a piece of heavy equipment that needs to be loaded onto the ship.
He glances up at the ship’s name.
The Pequod, huh? Wasn’t that the
name of the ship in “Moby Dick”?
Captain Scully smiles.
My favorite book, you know that.
Yeah, but didn’t the ship sink?
Isn’t that kind of like bad luck?
His father smiles at him.
I’m not planning a whaling expedition, Stubb.
Captain Scully looks at him with a reminiscent
smile of the nickname he gave Charles as a kid, Stubb, a character
from the novel that fit Charles’s carefree nature. Charles shakes
his head and helps his father load the equipment onto the ship.
It’s a little large, dontcha think?
(beat) How many are on board?
The Pequod is not a full ship since
no one knows about her. We have enough
for a very small army. Enough personnel
to keep her running.
Any of our alien friends and their
They prefer to be here. (beat)
And we’re taking our equipment
with us – including their technology.
Charles nods his head and looks back at the
snowmobile. In the distance he notices tall figures standing in the
darkness, just out of reach of the ships light. He squints his eyes
and sees that the figures are not human and are their alien friends.
I thought the aliens were coming to
colonize our planet? What made the
one’s here change their mind?
Charles’s father is out of earshot by now. Eric,
the facilities tech geek, over hears his question.
The ones here are a different race.
Charles turns around to face him. Eric has no
military boot camp training, and would rather spend his time behind
the screen of a computer, hacking into anything he can and learning
about the new technology brought to them by the aliens.
Eric is loading and securing computers and other
equipment onto the ship.
I thought they were all the same.
I’m sure they think the same about us.
Eric extends his hand out to Charles and they
Eric Miles. Resident tech geek.
Charles Scully, son of the Cap’n.
Nice to meet you. (beat) Must be strange
finding out your old man hasn’t croaked.
Not really. (beat) Enough hints were dropped
where I suspected he faked his death. (beat)
And besides, if you knew the woman that –quote
un-quote- raised me and my sisters, well... you
would fake your death too.
Eric nods, as if he fully understands.
So what... off a hunch you just made
your way down here and...
Yeah, took a leap of faith.
TIME CUT TO:
INT. THE PEQUOD – NAVIGATION BRIDGE – NIGHT
William Scully checks all the instruments to
make sure everything is how it should be. Behind him, Charles stands
quietly watching his father in his element, remembering back to when
he was nine years old visiting his father in Japan.
He enters the bridge as his father turns to
Get yourself settled in?
I did. (beat) When do you think
we’ll get there?
We’re holding at thirty-five knots,
and if my calculations are correct
we should be there in about two weeks.
I just hope we’re not too late.
I know it doesn’t seem very long,
but we are dealing with aliens.
Who’s to say they don’t have
similar technology that we have and
can find Rohrer in better time?
Try seeing if you can get him on the radio.
I wouldn’t know what frequency, and
besides aren’t we out of range?
His father doesn’t respond, allowing him to
(after a short beat)
Or does that smart technology that
you have do the job just fine?
His father smiles.
You can get Eric to help you
with that. (beat) Have you met him yet?
Yeah. Helped him lock and load
some of the equipment down below.
(beat) How’d you find that guy anyway?
(beat) Doesn’t exactly scream military.
He’s not. (beat) I seek out the finest
for my crew. He happened to be the man I needed
for the job. (beat) He understood their
technology faster than any of us old guns.
Charles nods his head.
So is this thing armed?
How well do you think she’ll
hold up against enemy attack?
Realistically, we’ll do what we can.
(beat) Remember to never underestimate
your ship, your crew, and especially your enemy.
Yeah but... with how unmanned this vessel
is, how can we even defend ourselves?
I think we’ll manage. We’ve got
a few of the best fighter pilots
in the world on board.
He turns to look at him.
CAPTAIN SCULLY (CON’T)
And I’m sure you know how to fly a
F/A-18 Hornet, or use a Mk. 29 Sea Sparrow.
Charles cocks his eyebrow with boyish excitement.
You’ve got an ESSM Mk. 29?
Like I said, we’re armed. I didn’t
spend all those years with the Navy
because I loved the ocean. I actually
learned how to command one of these things.
He smiles and Charles laughs.
I always thought you were with the
Navy to get away from Margaret.
Captain Scully shakes his head at his son’s
Well... in a way. (beat) So,
why do you go AWOL all the time?
What about your family?
I was lookin’ for you.
The Captain nods his head.
Tell me about my daughter-in-law
and my granddaughter.
I thought you knew everything.
Only the technical stuff.
He gives him a look to stop being such a smart
With a smile Charles digs into his breast pocket
and retrieves a folded Polaroid photograph of his wife and daughter
at Time Square in New York City. He hands it to his dad.
I met my wife, Lin, in China. Her
family was killed and I helped her
get out of the country.
You were AWOL, weren’t you?
Sure was. (beat) Met her back in ’99.
We were married in Perth the summer of
2000. (beat) And then there’s my pride
an’ joy, Lilly. She turned four last month.
She’s cute. Has the same devious
eyes that you had when you were a kid.
He hands the photo back to Charles, who looks
at it for a moment.
This was taken the day I was called
to duty for this war. It was their
first time in the States. (beat)
Just moved to the City too.
He folds the photo and places it in his shirt
I hope they’re all right.
His eyes have become distant, thinking of the
family he left behind.
I’m sure they got out of the city.
Charles nods, but doesn’t believe his father’s
I hope you’re right. I don’t
know what I’d do without them.
(beat) For so long it was just about
me and what I wanted. Never had to
give a second thought to anyone else.
That all changed... and I was stupid
enough to answer to the call of duty
rather than take care of them.
It’s what we’re trained to do.
His voice trails off. How does he tell his father,
a man who has been dedicated to Navy service for decades, that he
regrets leaving them behind. That he wishes he could turn back time
and stay with his family rather than protect the country.
He shakes his head.
What’s done is done, right?
Stay positive. You did the right thing.
Doesn’t feel that way.
He let’s out a quiet sigh, then looks at his
father in the eyes, knowing he spoke more about his feelings than
he probably should have.
(quickly changing the topic)
We’ll I’m gonna go gonk.
You’ll be all right here alone?
I’ll be fine.
You call me if you need me.
I will. (beat) Good night, son.
Charles turns and leaves the bridge, hoping
to sleep through the night without incident and trying not to worry
about his wife and daughter.
TIME CUT TO:
EXT. LONG ISLAND BEACH – NIGHT
MAY 15, 2007
THREE DAYS LATER
Scully sits on the beach alone, staring out
in the direction where Mulder said he and Samantha saw an airplane
crash into the ocean waters. She touches the back of her neck where
the chip implant had been. A tear falls down her cheek. If she had
known the aliens could make an airplane travel into the future for
the purpose of extracting the exact chip that had been placed in her
neck, out of a little girl, in order to discover how the human race
could survive, she wouldn’t have told Knowle to remove it.
The aliens would have been able to track them
more easily with the chip still in her, and she, Knowle and Skinner
may have been captured and held prisoner at their breeding camps.
At least in a breeding camp she’d have a better chance at survival
than she has with her cancer. And she did escape. She was captured
and held against her will at a breeding camp. She was subjected to
being a part of breeding human-alien hybrids and she survived that.
She should be able to survive this, but unlike her experience at the
breeding camp, the growth of her cancer is out of her control.
There’s nothing she can do. She could ask if
they could retrieve the chip from the little girl in Flight 194 and
place it in her neck to put the cancer back into remission, but that
would mean asking someone to risk his or her own life for her, and
that’s not something that she wants to ask of anyone.
The wind whips a strand of hair across her face.
She inhales the humid, salty beach air, smelling and welcoming Mother
Nature inside her body. She had never stopped to really smell the
earth around her, and the life in each breath she takes brings tears
to her eyes. Her heart aches knowing that soon she will never breathe
one more breath of fresh air, she’ll never again see the rising and
setting sun, that she will never feel the tiny grains of sand between
her toes, or hear the sound of waves crashing against the shore. Her
head throbs in pain, more painful than the worst migraine. More tears
fall down her face, but this time not for never being a part of this
beautiful planet, but rather for her own mortality.
She makes no move to wipe the tears from her
face. She sits alone so no one can see her suffer, least of all John
Doggett. He’s been through too much pain and loss in his life to suffer
with her every dying breath. She broke down and let him see her fear
and vulnerability when she found him in the holding cell at the New
York Facility, but since that day she’s given thought about how she
should be protecting him from the grief the anticipation of her death
brings him. She wants to protect him from the pain he will suffer
in watching her die. She knows he wouldn’t want to be shut out, but
it feels like the right thing for her to do right now. Whether or
not she’ll be able to look him in the eye and lie to him about how
she feels remains a question mark, but she’ll do her best.
She lowers her head and a couple drops of blood
fall onto the sand. She rubs her hand under her nose to wipe the blood
away. She doesn’t have anything to clean herself with so she just
sits there. As much as she doesn’t want to die and leave John, she
wishes that Death would just take her now to spare everyone the anticipation
of her passing.
From the corner of her eye she sees someone
approaching her. She turns her head to get a better look. It’s John.
He doesn’t say anything to her as he sits down by her side. She watches
him and wonders why he hasn’t made eye contact with her. He stares
out at the ocean, deep in his own thoughts. His silence makes her
uncomfortable, and for a second she wonders if he’s figured out her
plans to hide her pain and suffering from him. She tries to make eye
contact with him but with no success so she looks away from him, afraid
she’s upset him. She looks back down at the blood drops on the sand
She feels her heart breaking as the silence
between them continues. The longer the silence lasts, the harder she
finds it to search for the strength to lift her head and look at him.
She feels she’s betrayed him by making the decision to not let him
know all the truths about her condition. Another tear runs down her
face and this time she wipes it away.
Dana… I love you very much.
I want you to know that.
John turns his head to look at her. He sees
that she’s been crying so he moves closer to her and wraps his arm
over her shoulders.
He touches her chin and lifts her head so he
can look into her eyes. He’s caught off guard when he sees the drying
blood underneath her nose. His brow wrinkles and he wonders if she’s
in pain. He lifts his hand to his face and licks his thumb. He reaches
out to wipe the blood from under her nose. He wipes his thumb on his
shirt, forever staining it with her blood.
He says nothing and holds her head in his hand
and pulls her toward him. He kisses her on the forehead. She rests
her head on his shoulder and continues to stare at the ocean.
Are you in any pain?
Scully sniffles and nods her head.
Her voice is hoarse as if she hasn’t had anything
to drink in a long time. Fact is her mouth is dry from the nervousness
she feels from wanting to lie to him. She told him the truth, right
now she doesn’t have the strength to lie to him.
Dana, sweetheart, you know I wouldn’t want
to tell you something that would hurt or upset
you unless it is important…
John takes a deep breath and with a little hesitation
begins to speak.
I overheard Knowle and Shannon talking
the other night while you were asleep...
Scully lifts her head and looks at him, his
tone of voice and his hesitation frightens her.
They don’t want me to have any say when
it comes to you when your illness gets worse.
(beat) You need to tell them that you want me
to be the decision-maker for you when your
health declines otherwise...
John looks away from her and swallows back tears.
A rush of anger towards Knowle and Shannon rushes through his head.
(trying not to let his anger show)
They want you to suffer, Dana. Knowle said
he and Montgomery have decided to deny
you pain killers or medication.
Scully starts to shake her head, not wanting
to hear this. She doesn’t need to know that her friends are beginning
to give up on her already.
Shannon sees you as something worth sacrificing
for the group... a liability. They don’t trust me
with you and I wouldn’t be surprised if they try
to separate us when you’re on your deathbed.
Scully stands up, angry and upset.
John looks at her, he’s confused where this
outburst came from. He stands up as well.
Just shut up, John!
I don’t want to hear this!
I’m telling you to protect
you... to protect us...
He reaches out to touch her arm and she swats
him away. He doesn’t know what to do and his face expresses this.
He didn’t mean to upset her, even if what he had to say is upsetting
I don’t want to know that while I’m dying,
people I consider good friends want to tear us apart!
She turns her back to him and starts walking
That’s exactly why you need to tell them
what you want, otherwise you’ll die alone-!
He stops abruptly, regretting what he’s just
said. Scully stops in her tracks and slowly turns around and walks
toward him calmly. Her eyes are filled with anger. She slaps him as
hard as she can across the face. She doesn’t have to say a word to
him. His words have thrust through her like a thousand knives.
She turns her back to him again as tears begin
to stream down her face. Confusion has set in and she doesn’t know
what to do so she continues to walk away from him.
They’ll let you die in pain, Dana, alone
and I know you don’t want that.
He reiterates what he said that upset her because
he believes she needs to hear it. He runs toward her.
Dana, listen to me!
He grabs her arm again and she whirls around
and hits him with her fist in a way that isn’t really meant to hurt
him. He doesn’t let go.
I’m not telling you this to get a rise out of
you. I’m telling you because I love you and
I don’t want to see you suffer.
If you don’t want to see me suffer then let go!
She struggles in his grasp, but he still doesn’t
let her go.
Let go of me.
He doesn’t. His eyes beg her to calm down and
let him say what’s on his mind.
We could run away...
(says this to wound him)
You’re holding me here against my will.
(beat) What makes you any different from
Scott Williams or Charles Spender?
Her voice packs venom and he lets go of her
arm and lets her run away from him. He doesn’t want her to compare
him to either of those evil creatures, and it kills him that she said
that. He rubs his hand over his face, he’s at a loss as to what to
do. He wants what’s best for her and staying here, with this group
and Knowle Rohrer, may not be it.
He watches her run down the beach until she
stops and falls to the ground, obviously in tears. She rolls over
and sits on the sand and stares back out at the ocean. John looks
back at the rest of the group behind him, no doubt at least one of
them saw or heard their commotion. John sits down in the sand, keeping
his distance from Dana. He stays here to keep an eye on her, ready
as ever to run to her rescue if need be.
EXT. BEACH CAMPSITE – CON’T – NIGHT
Mulder and Samantha are seated in front of the
campfire singing “The Hokey Pokey” as Skinner goes through the motions
of the song across from them. Samantha can’t help but giggle at how
funny he looks. Shannon watches, trying to hide her amusement with
this silly scene, while John Montgomery reads a medical book.
Away from the campfire, Knowle’s been watching
John and Dana argue on the beach. For a little while now he’s been
debating whether or not he should go out there and say something to
either one of them. He feels it would be intrusive, but he feels the
need to know about every situation going on right now with their group
before any unnecessary drama. He makes his way out to John.
John doesn’t acknowledge him, keeping his back
Knowle pats him on the back.
Everything all right?
No. Everything is not all right, Knowle.
Doggett glares at Knowle. His anger is not because
of his fight with Dana, his anger is towards Knowle, Shannon and to
some extent John Montgomery for going along with Knowle’s horrible
idea of denying Dana comfort in her impending death.
Knowle is uncertain what to say next. He looks
out in the direction where Scully is seated. Knowle looks from Scully
to John and back again.
Any reason why she’s sitting alone?
It’s none of your business.
John lies, it sort of is Knowle’s business,
but he doesn’t want to talk about his problem with Knowle right now.
Knowle clears his throat, indicating to John that he thinks that it
is his right to know everything that goes on in their group.
Actually John... it is my business
to know what’s going on. We can’t keep any
secrets otherwise things can get messy-
-Like the secret you’ve been holding from
me about not letting Dana have painkillers
or medications so she can suffer until she dies?
You heard Shannon and I talking?
Doggett glares at him.
John, I’m sorry that I didn’t discuss
this with you, but...
He’s not sure how to say this without hurting
Truth be told, she’s not getting any
better. To give her painkillers now
would only hurt the future of all of
us if we get into a mess down the road.
You don’t see her as a human being, you
see her as a liability. Someone who’s going
to get in the way, slow us down or get us killed.
He glares at Knowle.
No I don’t, John. I see her as a person.
I don’t see her as a liability, ok? (beat)
Listen, it kills me to know how she’s going
to die. It hurts to know that she’ll be
in pain, but John, sooner or later you have
to face the facts-
Put yourself in my shoes!
His anger is coming through again and he stands
up to be face to face with Knowle.
What if you were losing someone
you loved? Huh? How would you feel?
Would you want them to suffer? Would
you want them to know that no matter
what amount of pain they are in that
no one cares?!
No, I wouldn’t. And we care for her, ok?
I don’t want her thinking no one cares
about her because that’s a lie. So don’t
go filling her head with thoughts that
aren’t true just because you’re angry.
How would you like it if I went behind your back?
(trying to calm the situation)
I understand, John. It would anger me too,
and I’m sorry I did that. But Dr. Montgomery
agrees that it would be best for everyone else.
That man. That doctor, has been dehumanized
by his work. And so have you! That’s why
the two of you think that letting her die
in pain and suffering is a good idea. (beat)
I won’t let you tear her away from me. I’m
not going to let you make her die alone, so
don’t even think of preventing me from being with her!
No one’s saying that, John.
Yes you are! By cutting me out of
decisions, you are tearing her away from me!
John walks away from Knowle. His blood boils
in anger, not believing a word that Knowle is telling him.
John, I’m not-
John doesn’t acknowledge him and keeps walking
away to another part of the beach. Knowle stops, feeling that right
now it’s useless to try to talk to him about this. John’s too strong
in his beliefs right now to understand what he has to say. No one
wants her to be in pain, but John has to understand that she’s not
going to be getting any better and if something were to happen down
the road where painkillers would be needed...
Knowle lets out a quiet sigh and looks over
to Dana, who stares out at the ocean. He decides to let this matter
rest until another time when he can talk to both of them, and have
Dr. Montgomery talk with them as well.
EXT. BEACH CAMPSITE – CON’T
The campfire songs have settled upon hearing
John yell at Knowle, and taking the advice of John Montgomery (who
was getting annoyed with the Hokey Pokey sing-a-long while reading
his medical book), everyone is trying to get settled in for the night.
Mulder and Samantha are organizing everyone’s belongings and trying
to find something comfortable to use as a pillow.
This is where my giant teddy
bears would come in handy...
Samantha is rummaging through Knowle’s belongings.
She picks up his jacket and pats at it.
This will be a good pillow.
She takes it and scrunches it up, hearing a
piece of paper crinkle in one of the pockets. She flips the jacket
around and finds the piece of paper that is folded up. She opens it
and reads it.
A friend. Before the aliens came she
was going to Mexico to be with her
Grandmama. I hope she’s all right, she
was a member of Super Buddies. (beat) Why?
Because the big guy is carrying a note
from her where she says she loves him.
Mulder is by her side in an instant, looking
over her shoulder at the note with his eyes bugged.
Oh my golly jeepers!
I think the big guy’s story just
got a little deeper and personal.
I had no clue... I wonder how long
she had feelings for him. Do you think
it would be rude to ask him?
Maybe you could bring it up. I don’t think
it would hurt to let him know its all right
to talk about things that may be bothering him.
(beat) Golly, he probably doesn’t even know if
she’s alive. I mean, if her grandmother lives in
Mexico and she was down there when the bees came...
her chances of survival are pretty low.
Their vocal tone is very up and cheery considering
the topic of Monica not surviving.
I don’t think that would be a good way to
bring up the conversation of Monica with him.
I’ll just put his jacket back where
I found it and find a new pillow.
Just as Samantha puts Knowle’s things away,
Knowle walks up to them.
Need help finding something?
No. We’re good. Thanks!
Knowle eyes them suspiciously as they walk away
from his belongings. He looks down at his bag, noticing it is open
and his jacket has been moved. He looks back up at the Mulders and
can only wonder what they were up to.
Out of the corner of Knowle’s eye, he sees John,
hurrying back towards the camp, carrying Scully in his arms. Knowle
forgets about sleep tonight.
Knowle yells, waking Montgomery.
Knowle makes his way out towards Doggett.
Montgomery comes up to them.
Bring her to the Hummer. I
have my medical-
Doggett cuts him off by walking by him quickly.
He partly feels guilty for her current condition. If he never angered
her would she be in this condition? Did their fight trigger her condition
He lies her down in the back of the Hummer.
Montgomery arrives and is quick to start examining her.
Can you tell what triggered-
-I need you to step away, John.
He uses his body to push Doggett out of the
way so he can examine her without an obstacle. Knowle places a hand
on Doggett’s shoulder and gently leads him out of Montgomery’s way.
Doggett’s eyes are fixated with worry on Scully. Knowle watches him
carefully. He can’t even imagine what he must be going through.
John, let’s go over-
Doggett snaps away from him. Gives him a slight
glare. He doesn’t want this man to come between him and Dana. His
look is filled with a thousand emotions, and Knowle gets it, and backs
SMALL TIME CUT TO:
INT. TENT – NIGHT
Montgomery has put Scully in as comfortable
a bed as possible. He checks her pulse rate and looks up from her
to the worried eyes of John Doggett. He stands and quietly walks over
He has trouble finding his words.
Her cancer has...
Montgomery struggles to find his words as well,
but forces himself to find the words he needs.
Her cancer has grown rapidly. Like
nothing I’ve ever seen before.
Doggett’s heart shatters.
It has grown considerably and
pressure is pushing in on her
brain. (beat) In my medical opinion...
Tears fill Doggett’s eyes.
... given our lack of resources...
She would be lucky to have more than
a week before...
There’s nothing we can do for her?
I’m afraid not.
What about pain medicine?
Is she in any pain?
It’s hard to tell. When I was
asking her questions, it was as
if she didn’t even know who I was.
Doggett’s eyes shift to Scully.
With how rapid the cancer has grown,
she may not even remember –
His heart is breaking and there is only so much
he can handle to hear. He goes over to her, kneels down at her side
and holds onto her hand.
Montgomery watches for a moment.
(after a beat; soft)
Doggett doesn’t acknowledge him and after short
beat, Montgomery leaves the tent, seeing Knowle sitting in front of
a small campfire. His eyes fixed on the tent, patiently waiting for
the news on Scully’s condition.
Montgomery comes over and Knowle looks up at
(blunt and to the point)
I give her a week if she’s lucky.
Though Knowle doesn’t show it, his heart breaks.
Her cancer has grown rapidly.
He shakes his head, still astonished by the
swiftness in which the cancer has taken over.
She didn’t remember who I was
when I was examining her. She
certainly doesn’t know what is
going on or that she is dying.
The cancer is pushing into her brain.
Is she in pain?
He asks this because he is considering forgetting
what they have discussed and giving her painkillers. If she doesn’t
have much time left, what have they to loose? It’s the least he can
do to let her die without much suffering.
Montgomery reads into what Knowle’s eyes are
We can’t give her medication for the
pain, you know that.
Knowle looks away from him. He understands this
but now that he is faced with it, he doesn’t necessarily agree with
I know... it’s just... now that...
He stands his ground as a doctor.
(after a short beat)
He walks off, heading back to his tent. He is
stopped by Shannon.
He’s not going to give her meds, is he?
Montgomery looks back at Knowle, knowing he
It’s on his mind.
He’s not going to though, right?
He knows he can’t.
He walks away and Shannon’s eyes drift to Knowle,
seeing that he’s thinking and that his mind and heart are in turmoil.
He has to understand that he can’t waste the medication and painkillers
on a lost cause. If he can’t do it, then she’ll have to take matters
into her own hands.
TIME CUT TO:
EXT. FRIENDSVILLE, PENNSYLVANIA – DAY
MAY 18, 2007
SIX DAYS LATER
Krycek and Comer are driving down the long and
winding empty road. Rain falls in large drops and the window wipers
can barely keep the water from blurring their vision out the window.
The car they drive is crap and they can feel the humidity sticking
to their skin. They don’t have air conditioning, where the hell did
they get this piece of shit anyway? Unfortunately for them, it was
the only hunk o’junk 1975 Firebird they could find to start their
long travel eastward from Colorado.
Krycek is behind the wheel of the car, trying
his best to concentrate on the road ahead of him and not think about
the humidity surrounding him. He looks over at Comer and gives a glare.
Just had to have the ’75 Firebird, did ya?
Comer doesn’t say anything. It was always his
dream to have a Firebird and at the time of their getaway he rationalized
it as the perfect car. Now, with the sweltering heat and with the
mix of rain and humidity, it really was a bad idea.
A practical car would have been
that Chevy Tahoe.
They’ve had this conversation before on their
journey, but Krycek can’t keep it out of his head that – although
this looks like a pretty damn awesome vehicle – the practicality of
it bites a big one.
I mean... of all times to have
what women deem a “boy moment”,
you do the unthinkable and go with
a bad choice. Now, I would fully
understand taking this piece of crap
if the world hadn’t gone to shit, but
truth be told, it has-
I mean, it would be like suddenly
deciding that it would be a good idea
to pull off to the side of the road to
get some shut eye without ever securing
or observing our surroundings...
Yes, I know Alex. That was a
bad judgment call as well.
Krycek really has a way of making Comer feel
like crap as he brings up the painful reminder of a time when Comer
was driving and Krycek was asleep. While feeling the need to rest
himself, Comer pulled over to get some shut eye and their piece of
crap Firebird was almost stolen right from under their sleeping eyes.
Luckily, they woke up.
What, would you have preferred
if I hadn’t rested at all and
drove while falling asleep?
Don’t get me started on the statistics.
(after a short beat) The U.S. Department
of Transportation estimates that over 190,000
fatal car crashes every year are linked to sleepiness.
Comer gives him a look.
Since when did you become Mr. Encyclopedia?
Krycek gives him a look that says he doesn’t
appreciate his sarcasm.
(eyes off the road)
I’m just trying to-
Krycek looks out the front window and slams
on the breaks, and swerves off the road to miss hitting a woman walking
onto the road. The Firebird comes to a stop a few inches away from
smashing into a tree.
So what are the statistics of
car wrecks from not watching the road?
Krycek gives him a short glare, then turns his
head to look behind them at the woman he almost hit. She looks back
at them, worried.
Krycek gets out of the car and approaches the
woman. He stops, recognizing her from the picture he carries with
him. It is Marita Covarrubias. She is dressed for freezing temperatures
and is disoriented, not knowing where or when she is.
Memories of her slowly trickle back into his
He approaches her and instinctively hugs her,
never once questioning whether or not she is who she is. Never once
doubting whether she is human or not.
Comer gets out of the car and watches them.
He eyes their surroundings as they are surrounded by thick forest.
Where am I?
Krycek pulls away from her, his hand wipes a
strand of hair from her face. He kisses the top of her head.
He looks at her questioningly, wondering why
she doesn’t know where she is. And her next question will further
When am I?
Comer makes his way closer, his hand near his
gun incase this is some alien trick, or some other human savage out
to get them like that colony they were held at in Colorado.
(not wanting to explain now)
He has to think about the day.
(unsure of her now)
What is this?
Marita looks at him, not wanting to waste much
I was taken.
It’s May 18, 2007. (beat) What
do you mean you were taken by aliens?
(beat) I remember watching you die.
They made me kill you.
It was a trick of the mind and
I was taken to the future by aliens
that want to help us. (beat) May 18...
It’s not too late, there is still time.
But we have to get to Long Island.
That’s where we’re heading now.
Marita nods her head and looks at Comer.
Who are you? Where’s Mulder?
I don’t know where Mulder is. I had
amnesia for a time. (beat) This is
She looks at Comer, who isn’t sure how he should
feel about this woman knowing him and having an interest upon hearing
Do you have an artifact- a rock
with strange little markings on it?
Do you have it?
Yeah. But what do you want
with it? It doesn’t belong
to you, it belongs to a friend.
She lets out an impatient huff.
Listen, we don’t have time to
stand here discussing any of this.
Time is off the essence and we must
get to Long Island before the twenty-fourth.
Comer looks to Krycek, now sure about this.
We need to get going.
She heads towards the car and Krycek and Comer
You trust her?
With my life.
Krycek gives him an assuring look and follows
INT. CAR – CON’T
Krycek enters the car, sitting in the driver’s
seat. Comer follows, sitting in the front passenger seat.
Where’d you find this? A junkyard?
She asks in all seriousness, and Krycek gives
Comer a look.
EXT. BEACH – NIGHT
LONG ISLAND, NY
Rain gently falls from the sky, as Knowle Rohrer
sits alone in front of the pit where the campfire used to burn. His
black t-shirt clings to him, and he is wearing jeans – not in his
usual military fatigues. Though he should be, he is not armed. The
campsite is quiet and no one stirs in their makeshift tents. The air
is still and silent, including the sound of the ocean waves as they
quietly splash onto the shore.
Usually this eerie silence would have Knowle
on high alert, however, tonight he is calm, almost as if he is at
peace with the world.
Footsteps are approaching him from behind, hitting
the wet sand. Knowle doesn’t even look behind him to see who is coming.
He doesn’t feel the need to.
Monica Reyes sits down on the other side of
the campfire pit. Knowle smiles at her, now understanding why he feels
You’re letting your guard down, Knowle.
What do you mean?
They’ll follow you back if you’re not careful.
A drop of blood slowly seeps from her nose.
He looks at her with deep concern.
She’s unstable. She’ll kill her before
her time if you’re not careful. Don’t
fight her alone, Knowle.
Monica stands up and walks over and looks down
You need the White Elephant.
Knowle looks up at her, as if understanding
what this means, but wondering how she would know about it.
She can be saved, Knowle.
Knowle looks over at one of the tents – the
tent belonging to John and Dana.
You mean Dana.
He looks up at Monica again. The blood drop
under her nose is gone now, however, blood is slowly oozing from a
small hole in her forehead. Concern for her grows, and as he checks
her over with his eyes, he sees blood dripping from her hands from
identical wounds on each of her elbows.
It’s not too late for her.
She starts to walk away from him. He stands,
not wanting her to go.
Monica... don’t go.
She turns around and walks away from him.
Wait! Monica... where are you?
His mind is starting to realize that this is
not real. This is a dream. Monica disappears from his sight.
She is gone and he stops walking. He turns around
to face the campsite again and is immediately slashed across the front
of his body by an alien’s claw.
SMASH CUT TO:
EXT. BEACH – NIGHT
MAY 18, 2007
The campfire cracks and pops in the calm night
air. Rain clouds are slowly moving in from the ocean. Knowle Rohrer
sleeps, not soundly. He twitches a bit, obviously nearing the end
of the dream we just saw. Across the campfire, watching him, is Shannon
McMahon. Her machine gun is ready to go at a single breath out of
place. Shannon rolls her eyes as Knowle twitches in his sleep again.
(under her breath; annoyed)
Ooh, I’m Knowle Rohrer. I’m having a
bad dream. I’m so big and butch I won’t
admit it when I wake up.
She rolls her eyes and looks around the campsite.
Makeshift tents are up, all are dark, and their occupants are fast
Suddenly, Knowle’s eyes fly open and he sits
up quickly, his heart is racing, and a small bead of sweat rolls down
his face. He looks down the front of his body. His military fatigues
are intact, not slashed from any alien claw.
The campfire quietly cracks in the still night.
Knowle calms, collects himself and looks around,
meeting Shannon’s watchful eyes.
(quick to deny)
Shannon nods her head, knowing he’d lie about
That’s why you woke with a start, breaking
into a sweat, and breathing rapidly?
Knowle looks over at her.
Ever wonder why we had so many
problems when we were together?
Because you were a swinger.
And because you would never tell
me things. You lied about everything.
Because I had to.
(rolling her eyes)
She looks away from him.
I was Special Ops, Shan. It’s not like
I could come home and be like “hey honey,
I disarmed a nuclear bomb. How was your day?”
You could’ve at least told me something. For
the most part the only communication we had
happened in sex. And even then, you were somewhere
else or didn’t want to do it at all.
Life of a Special Ops soldier. I couldn’t
tell you things and you would question what
a “paper pusher” like me was doing with wounds
like that on my body. So yeah, I had to lie and
wasn’t always there.
You could have told me.
No I couldn’t. I couldn’t trust you
and who you may have accidentally
told during pillow talk.
I would’ve understood, Knowle.
No, you would have wanted to
know every detail of every mission.
She sits quietly. All right, he has a point
there. She would have been too gung-ho about being with a man in Special
Forces that she would’ve been nosey. And knowing her, she would’ve
got to bragging with some random person during pillow talk about the
other guy she was with who did special operations for the Department
Besides, it takes two to fail
Like your feelings for Monica.
You were a swinger and then cheated
on me and left me for some General.
You were sleeping with some reporter and
a blond woman, remember?
For information to help other people.
(beat) Not because I have an addiction to sex.
I got over that because of my
steady relationship with Roger.
I’m happy for you.
Yeah, and you’re still addicted to
distancing yourself from others. It’s
no wonder all these years Monica went
with Brad Follmer instead of you.
Knowle looks over at her, not very happy.
What exactly is that supposed to mean?
Oh come on Knowle, it’s no secret you two
have this on-going attraction that never
got completely fulfilled and she was just
settling for Brad because you couldn’t emotionally
be there for her. Ever.
Monica loved Brad.
And not you. (beat) Knowle, you need to
get over her and move on. She doesn’t share
your feelings for her.
Yes she does.
Sure. Keep telling yourself that.
When I was called to Camp Lejeune before
all of this shit happened, I told her that
I love her and she returned the feeling.
Shannon looks at him.
Then why isn’t she here with you now? If
you truly loved her, you never would have
left her. (beat) She felt sorry for you.
Shan, I’m not even going to discuss
this with you because you refuse to
open your mind to the possibility that
I can actually love.
You never told me you loved me.
Because I have this thing about
being honest with myself. (beat)
Why are we even fighting?
Because you can’t admit when you’ve
had a nightmare.
It was just a dream.
About what? Her?
Knowle looks away from Shannon, lays back down
and looks up at the starry night.
Forget about her Knowle. She’s
dead. Just like everyone else.
Knowle ignores her. He’s not in the mood for
her pessimistic view on every topic brought up. He shuts his eyes,
trying to get a little shut-eye.
Oh so quietly, Fox Mulder tip-toes by, hoping
not to be noticed.
(eyes still shut)
Where’re you going, Mulder?
Mulder stops. Dead in his tracks. He’s very,
very, very still. He’s even holding his breath.
Knowle opens his eyes and looks over at him.
Fox, for the last time, I’m not
a dinosaur. I can see you when
you don’t move.
Mulder doesn’t move.
For cryin’ out loud. Mulder!
Mulder turns to face him.
Obviously, he’s guilty. Knowle sits up, Shannon
I didn’t notice you there.
Knowle looks down, rolls his eyes slightly.
Mulder, what are you up to?
He’s in no mood for bullshit.
I um... well, I was just-
Fox, don’t lie. You wouldn’t
be able to live with yourself.
(spills the beans)
John asked me to give Dana
some more water and medicine
from Montgomery’s supply bag.
Knowle takes in a deep breath, not happy about
Oh gee... you’re mad at me, I just...
I want to help because I love and
well, Super Buddies, and-
Fox, I’m not mad at you. John
just... Please don’t take water
from our supply in secret. We’re
tight as it is, ok?
Ok. I’m sorry.
It’s all right.
Should I take it back?
Knowle gets to his feet and goes over to him.
No. I’ll take it.
Without hesitation, Mulder hands Knowle the
bottle of water and the medicine.
I’ll go back to bed now.
He scurries off and ducks out of sight into
Knowle looks down at the water and meds, then
over to John and Dana’s tent.
What are you going to do?
I’ll talk to John about this.
He can’t keep wasting our supplies
on a lost cause. She’s dead anyway
and the sooner he realizes that-
Knowle looks over at her.
How can you be that way? Dana is a human being-
No, she’s a lost cause. We need to think
about those of us who are going to live.
You know I’m right.
Yes, Dana’s health is declining, but
is that any reason to not care? To not help-
She’s a waste of our supplies. (beat)
You just told Mulder that water is tight,
we don’t have a lot. We’re suffering through
a drought and John wants to use our supply
to comfort her. And the meds – well, don’t get
me started on that. He needs to ball up and
start thinking about the day after she dies.
(beat) You have to tell him this. You’re our lead-
-I’m not our leader.
Yeah you are. Like it or not, everyone
looks to you to guide us.
He walks away from her, heading towards John
and Dana’s tent.
Shannon sits back down, machine gun ready to
INT. JOHN & DANA’S TENT - CON’T
Knowle enters the tent, and immediately John’s
hand grabs him by the neck and forces him out of the tent. Completely
off guard, Knowle stumbles out, almost losing his footing.
(hushed, harsh whisper)
I’m not going to allow you to
just let her die. If you can’t
handle that, then we’ll leave.
Behind Knowle, Shannon stands, her machine gun
ready to fire if necessary.
(hushed, harsh whisper)
She’s a human being for God’s sake,
not an object or a liability.
(choking a bit)
(pissed; harsh whisper)
I don’t want to hear it. Anything you have
to say doesn’t matter to me. You don’t care
about her, you’d rather she just die. (beat)
Stay the hell away from her.
He gives Knowle’s neck a squeeze, then pushes
him to the ground. He walks away from him, back into the tent, back
to where he can protect Dana.
Knowle watches him, rubbing his neck, coughs
a bit to get his breath back and gets back on his feet.
You all right?
Knowle stands, picking up the now half-empty
bottle of water that spilled when John pushed him down.
He heads back to the campfire.
That was a nice talk you had with him.
Knowle doesn’t respond to her and continues
walking towards the Hummer to put the water and meds away.
Shannon watches him walk away from her. Her
eyes fixate on John and Dana’s tent. She readies her machine gun and
marches over to the tent. If no one else has the balls to take out
a liability, she might as well do it herself. She’s the only one man
enough to take matters into her own hands.
And just as she’s about to enter the tent, the
cold steal of a gun barrel touches the back of her head.
Drop it now.
Shannon’s eyes look over at him.
(using her sexy seductive voice)
You want me.
I said drop your weapon.
(sexy seductive voice)
You want me bad.
Doggett quickly exits the tent, gun aimed at
her. She looks at him.
(sexy seductive voice)
Ooh. A three-some. I like that.
Doggett steps up to her and grabs her weapon
from her hands and gives it to Skinner. He doesn’t take his eyes off
Get her the hell away from here.
He turns away from them and re-enters the tent.
Skinner watches Shannon, who now turns to face
You gonna man-handle me or what?
He grabs her by the arm and drags her away,
just as Knowle comes back, having missed the entire drama Shannon
was about to create.
Knowle walks up to them.
What’s going on?
Caught Shannon wanting to take
out Dana with her machine gun.
(re: her machine gun)
Call her Betty, bitch.
Knowle looks to Shannon with disbelief. This
is the last thing he expected to hear... but perhaps it shouldn’t
Walter, I’d like a moment alone
with her please.
Walter nods his head, sensing Knowle’s calm
is really hidden anger. He walks away.
Knowle waits a moment until he’s sure Walter
is out of eavesdropping range. He looks at Shannon.
That’s all you have to say?
She’s a liabi-
-That is not your decision to make.
It’s a decision you should’ve made
but didn’t have the balls enough to do it.
Dammit Shannon. You have to stop viewing
the others in this group as expendable objects.
This is not a time to be thinking about only
yourself. We have to stick together. We
have to protect people-
-I AM protecting the others. Protecting
them from her, using OUR resources.
They are her resources as well Shannon.
Then explain to me why a woman on
her deathbed needs to be using our
supplies in order to survive when it’s
inevitable that she will die sooner
rather than later.
We are all going to die one day. It’s not
about that. It’s about being humane.
In the condition that she’s in right now,
can you honestly rationalize wasting our
food, our water, and our meds on her? She can barely speak.
She barely remembers who John is, she doesn’t
recognize you or me, and she doesn’t even know
what is going on around her. How do you rationalize
keeping her alive this long, especially if you speak
of doing the humane thing? Would you make a dog suffer
the way she has, or would you put it down to rest?
I have faith-
-You don’t believe in God.
Not in God or a higher power. But faith
that there has to be something good for
them. Something more to this war than
just pain and suffering. And maybe that’s
wrong of me to believe in, but that’s the
way I am. I don’t give up on the possibility that -
- a miracle could happen...
Mulder walks up to Knowle and Shannon. Tears
are threatening to pour out of his eyes but he manages to hold them
I believe in miracles, I do, but
I think Shannon may be right here, Knowle.
Scully is suffering more than any of us
ever thought she would. I think whether or not
we admit it, we all thought she’d pass before
she got this bad.
I understand what you are saying, Fox.
But I’m not giving up.
I’m not saying you should give up.
I think we need to have a heart-to-heart
with Doggett and talk sense into him.
We all know he doesn’t want Scully to suffer
but his own stubbornness and unwillingness to
let her go is what hurts her the most.
Knowle looks over at John and Dana’s tent. There’s
no way he can get in there to talk to John. The way John has been
around him, it’s impossible. He simply doesn’t trust Knowle.
He’s right. John’s out of his mind.
Knowle looks at her. And she’s of sound mind?
He doubts her ability to make rational decisions when she just tried
to kill Scully. Feeling like everyone is against his judgment and
wanting to help Scully to the best of their ability, he walks away,
heading towards Skinner.
Walter, a word?
Skinner nods his head and follows Knowle a little
ways away from the campsite. They stand where John and Dana’s tent
is in view to make sure Shannon doesn’t go section 8 on them again.
What is it?
There’s something I’ve got to do, and
I need you to keep an eye on things
while I’m gone.
Skinner is about to speak in protest of Knowle
leaving the group.
(quick to continue)
Shan’s a problem.
No shit. Why are you planning
to leave the group now? We need
you here with us.
Shan’s too dangerous for us to fight
her alone. When her mind is set on
something, she’ll usually accomplish it.
I have to go to get someone who can
help keep her in check. We’re out numbered,
Walter. Even Mulder is saying that we
should end her life and right now it
seems I’m the only one believing in miracles.
When are you leaving?
Skinner looks at him for a beat, then eyes the
campsite. He’s unsure of Knowle’s decision to leave in a time like
this. With Scully on her deathbed, he’s the only one who can keep
Shannon in check without the use of complete force or threat.
Watch over her. Do what you
can to protect her.
Skinner looks back to Knowle.
Where are you going?
To bring in the White Elephant.
Knowle walks off towards his belongings to find
what he needs to take with him on his journey. Skinner watches him
for a beat and then returns his attention to John and Dana’s tent.
He’s not sure what the White Elephant is, but it must be something
damn important if he’s leaving him in charge of keeping Shannon in
check, while he’s gone.
TIME CUT TO:
EXT. NEW YORK CITY – THE NEXT DAY
Thunder quietly rolls in the distance. Knowle
Rohrer cautiously makes his way through the city, keeping his back
up against building walls. The rain and light thunder make traveling
into the city more dangerous as Knowle cannot hear all that is around
him clearly. It probably would have been wise to come by way of vehicle,
but Knowle couldn’t leave the others without a fast get-away if the
occasion called for it. He couldn’t risk their lives and decided he
would go by foot.
He reaches the edge of a building and quickly
peeks around the corner to see if it is safe to cross the alleyway
and continue on. Though it probably doesn’t matter since the last
time he was here he was told that aliens lived within the very building
walls he was using as shelter and protection.
He’s certain he is being watched, even hunted
by these aliens. But the risk, in his mind, is worth it.
Remembering his dream and the warning Monica
gave him, he is not letting his guard down. He is not underestimating
his enemy. Whether he likes to admit it or not, New York City is enemy
territory and they have the home court advantage, not him.
A noise behind him elevates his senses even
higher. He quickly turns around, seeing nothing but an empty sidewalk,
empty stores. He looks up at the construction scaffolding. The hazy
plastic covering makes it difficult to see anything. He allows his
senses to heighten, but does not hear the sound again. Perhaps he
is just paranoid, and with extreme caution he turns around to continue
heading in the direction he was going.
He crosses the street, and again he hears a
noise. This time, the sound of something small banging up against
an old dumpster in the alleyway he just crossed.
His breathing stops as he cautiously backtracks
to peek around the corner and look into the alley.
He stays another moment. For certain he heard
something. He looks in the direction he thinks the sound came from.
Nothing moves near the dumpster.
And then his dream comes back to him. What if
this is a trick for an alien to come up behind him and slash him across
the front of his body. He quickly turns around, gun ready to blast.
Adrenaline pumping through him.
But there is nothing.
He turns around to where he was looking before.
Paranoia starting to cloud his rational judgment and he feels himself
loosing control of his senses.
He calms himself with a few deep breaths, not
letting down his guard, yet not allowing paranoia to get the better
He is alone.
Until he hears the quiet whimper of a dog. The
sound coming from the dumpster in the alley.
He squints his eyes and looks closely at the
dumpster, seeing hidden in the shadows the figure of a little dog.
A little beagle.
Weakly, the dog emerges from it’s hiding spot.
From the spot where this beagle was probably hunting Knowle for his
food. And Knowle recognizes the dog as Buddy, John Doggett’s little
The dog weakly makes his way over to Knowle,
drenched in the rain, it is a sad and pathetic sight. Knowle bends
down, checking the dog’s tags. Yes, it is Buddy.
How’d you get here old boy?
He checks the dog over for injuries. Buddy has
scrapes on him, scars on his paws, even part of his ear has been bitten
off. He is thin, more so than he should be, obviously lacking food.
Knowle checks his surroundings once again, making
sure it is safe, and then leads the dog over to the building wall.
He removes his rucksack from his back and sets it on the ground. Buddy
sniffs at it as Knowle opens it, retrieving the little bit of food
he has with him. He gives the food to Buddy, who eats it without any
You’re all right.
He opens his canteen of water and pours some
into his hand for Buddy to drink out of.
I know right now you’re missing
your doggy bed, but I’m going to
need you out here.
He pets the dog on the top of the head as he
eats more food.
Bet you’re wishing for a
hot dog stand right about now.
Is that why you came to the big city?
Knowle pours more of his water into the cap
of a thermos and sets it down for Buddy to freely drink. He sits down,
leaning against the building. He rubs Buddy’s head, and his ears as
he drinks. Buddy looks up at him with puppy eyes, even more thankful
to have found someone to take care of him.
Looks like you’ve been through
the shit, little guy.
Knowle looks closely at Buddy’s ear that has
been bitten, a piece of his ear missing. He digs through his rucksack,
catching Buddy’s attention which is short lived as he re-finds the
food Knowle set out for him. He retrieves a first aid kit and digs
I’ll get your cuts taken care
of. Make sure you’re a-okay.
Buddy finishes his food, and the water from
the thermos and crawls into Knowle’s lap, resting his head on him.
Knowle takes Buddy’s paw into his hand and looks
at it. One of the cuts is fresh, still red with blood.
This may hurt a bit.
He starts to clean the wound so his paw doesn’t
get infected. Buddy doesn’t bother moving even if it does hurt him,
he’s just glad to have found someone who can help him.
SMALL TIME CUT TO:
EXT. NEW YORK CITY – 117TH & FREDERICK DOUGLASS
BLVD. – EVENING
After taking a few hours to rest and get strength
back, Knowle and Buddy both cautiously walk down the sidewalk. Buddy
leads, sniffing and using his hunter instincts to navigate through
Ahead of them, Knowle spots the entrance to
the subway where he found his old special forces buddy, Ray Douglas
– who’s call name happened to be White Elephant back in the days of
Come on Bud’.
Knowle takes off in a run, heading towards the
entrance. Buddy follows and as Knowle makes it to the stairways going
down, Buddy freezes and growls quietly.
Knowle stops and looks back at the dog, who
looks at him and will not budge from his stance. Buddy is not going
The dog lies down on the wet pavement. He’s
Knowle observes the dog, realizing that he’s
telling him it’s not safe to go down there.
What? Is it aliens? Are they down there?
Buddy stares at him.
If Ray’s not there, where the hell is he?
He asks this knowing it’s useless to ask the
dog a question. He makes his way up the stairs and Buddy stands up,
ready to move away from the subway entrance.
If Ray Douglas isn’t down there, then what the
hell happened? When he last saw him he was content being down there.
It was safer for everyone. Of course the human-alien ratio in the
city favored the aliens... it’s possible the entire Sub Rosa colony
that Ray was building has been killed.
How stupid can he be? Coming into the city knowing
the risks, yet not knowing for certain if Ray is even alive!
Knowle looks up to the sky. The rain is still
falling and with the sun going down, the cloud cover, he’s not going
to be able to see if something is coming.
As if on cue, Knowle is suddenly grabbed from
behind. The last thing he hears is Buddy barking and then the pain
from the amount of blunt force to his head becomes too much and he’s
SLOW FADE IN:
INT. ROOM – THREE HOURS LATER
Knowle’s eyes slowly open and can easily adjust
to the dim light in the room. His head throbs in pain. He hears the
sound of Buddy’s nose sniffing near his head, and then a slobbery
pink tongue licks the side of his face.
Knowle moans in pain and looks over at Buddy,
who is right in his face, standing on the floor next to the mattress
Knowle is laying on. The dog makes a little whimper and nudges Knowle
with his nose – he’s obviously been worried for his companion.
RAY DOUGLAS (O.S.)
You could be dead you know.
Knowle looks beyond Buddy and sees Ray and another
woman sitting at a table. Ray stands up and goes over to him. Buddy
growls at him and Knowle sits up.
It’s all right, Bud.
He pats Buddy on the head.
Why the fuck did you do that to me?
Never can be too careful. Didn’t
know if it was really you or not.
Needed a blood test first.
Knowle touches the sore spot on his head, realizing
it has been bandaged up.
You could’ve just asked.
Why are you here?
I need you. (beat) What happened to Sub Rosa?
Remember our last meeting?
Knowle nods his head.
You said they’d wipe us out in less
than a minute of our AC died on us.
(beat) You were right. At the time
we had fifty-seven. Now, just Alex and I.
Knowle looks behind Ray at the woman sitting
at the table, Alexandra “Alex” McCord.
(back to Ray)
You lost everyone?
Everyone, everything. (beat) You
remember what I told you about how
many aliens were living in New York, right?
Yeah. Eighty inhabitants in each building.
Ray kneels down in front of Knowle.
And you were still stupid enough to
come into the city with nothing
more than a little dog?
Like I said, I need you.
Ray stands and walks across the room to a small
stovetop. Knowle looks around the room. It’s a small apartment and
all the windows have been sealed shut and reinforced with wooden planks.
Ray comes back over with a bowl of soup.
Knowle takes the bowl and sips at it.
So you need me?
A woman in my group is dying of cancer.
It’s bad and there’s another who would
rather just blast her away.
Is she a lost cause? A liability?
Knowle doesn’t like the sound of this. He came
here hoping to bring in a man who would be on his side.
I don’t give up on people Ray, you know that.
I have faith that something-
Sounds to me like you know what
has to be done. But you’re afraid.
Truth be told, she’s not going to live
and I don’t believe in letting her suffer.
Is she suffering now?
She’s in pain and we have a limited
supply of pain killers.
Save the medication for another
time, Knowle. You know that. (beat)
Did you seriously come here to
hear me say this?
A dream told me to come...
He trails off when Ray starts to laugh at him.
A dream, huh?
Yeah. I was told that I needed
to bring in the White Elephant.
A dream is just a dream, man.
And dreams are answers to questions
we haven’t yet figured out how to ask.
(beat) So perhaps I came here because
you two need me as well.
He has a point, Ray.
Knowle looks back at her.
He safely got into the city,
perhaps he can get us out.
He’ll be hunted, just like
he was being hunted coming in.
And I got out last time.
When I had two of my bravest men.
We have the two of us. The dog
has good senses.
Didn’t sense me.
Buddy cocks his head, as if understanding Ray’s
doubt in his ability to hunt and sense danger.
Perhaps he knew you weren’t a threat.
Knowle smirks and pats Buddy on the head again.
Well we can’t leave tonight. This
is when they like to come out and
roam through the city.
Is that why we have this place
boarded up with wood?
It’s all we could find. (beat)
We’ll leave when its safe. Till
then, we should all get some rest.
INT. COMMUNICATIONS ROOM – THE PEQUOD - NIGHT
MAY 23, 2007
Charles Scully sits in front of an old radio
with large headphones covering his ears. He looks concentrated, listening
to see if he can pick up any frequencies or signals from possible
Across the room, Eric, the tech geek, watches
him. He shakes his head.
Why not use this radio?
Charles looks over at him as Eric motions to
the radio that has the technology the good aliens gave them.
Because I don’t know how it works
and I’m more comfortable with this.
You were never into the digital age, were you?
My wife couldn’t even get me
to buy a digital camera.
He looks over to him and smiles proudly.
I still use my old Polaroid camera
I got from my dad when I was just a tyke.
He turns his attention back to the old radio.
What are you even doing?
Trying to find other survivors.
We’re not too far from land now,
maybe we can pick people up.
Eric nods his head and pops a Teddy Gram into
You know, you seem like one of those-
He stops talking when Charles raises a hand
to shut him up. He turns the dial on the radio.
I think I got something.
He turns the volume up on the radio and holds
the headphones close to his ears.
Give me pen and paper.
He listens intensely as Eric hurries to give
him what he needs. Charles starts to write immediately. Eric watches.
What is it?
Morse code coming though.
He continues writing what he hears coming through
the frequency. And suddenly, he stops writing. He throws the headphones
off his head, grabs the piece of paper and hauls ass out of the room.
INT. NAVIGATION BRIDGE – CON’T
Captain Scully talks calmly with Roger Thompson.
The room is calm and quiet until Charles comes in.
This just came in. Morse code transmission.
He hands the piece of paper to his father.
Is this from our contact?
No. Someone else. They’re under attack.
Said reports have been coming in about
massive alien attacks wiping out everything
and everyone in their path.
Roger comes over and looks at the piece of paper
They say the attacks start at sunrise.
That would be tomorrow morning for us.
Something big is going down and we’re
heading right for the heart of it. (beat)
What’s going on, what this sounds like, is
a battle to wipe out our existence.
Get on the radio. Contact as many
people as you can and warn them of this.
Day light is burning so don’t dick
around with the old radio. Get Eric
to help you with the new one. It can
find more people in less time.
Charles nods his head and leaves the bridge.
Captain Scully turns to Roger.
General, group your men and brief
them in the ready room. Make sure
they are prepared.
Looks like we just entered this war.
SMASH CUT TO:
BLINDING BRIGHT LIGHT
INT. ALIEN HEADQUARTERS – FORMERLY THE PENTAGON
– WASHINGTON, D.C.
THAT SAME NIGHT
The room is lit dimly with a cold, gray light.
Monica Reyes is in a chair; her arms, legs and head strapped tightly
preventing her from moving. Her eyes are forced open and she lets
out a terrified scream. Her eyes don’t focus on anything in the room
despite being opened. Instead, she is forced to stare into a blinding
A sharp object is violently slammed into her
forehead. She screams, this time in pain.
Her mind is unable to form words as it is being
tormented with the unearthly language of the aliens who are holding
her captive. Their clicking and other strange noises do not make sense
to her, which further worsens her situation.
In her head she can hear the screams of the
other psychics who were being held in this building. She hears their
screams of suffering even after the aliens have killed them.
Why don’t they kill her? Why are they torturing
her? What are they doing to her?
Another pointed object is slammed into the back
of both her elbows, causing her more pain. And as this happens, the
object in her forehead begins to twist. She screams again as tears
stream down her face.
From outside the room, there is a loud explosion!
The aliens in the room with Monica look to one another, their dialogue
unspoken yet she can still hear it, but not understand it. One of
the aliens goes to the door, opens it and is immediately killed by
another explosion, which is followed by a BRIGHT LIGHT.
Another alien enters the room, washing a sense
of peace and calmness over Monica. Her pain diminishes in this alien’s
presence. The alien approaches her, looking into her eyes and as it
reaches out for her, we:
TO BE CONCLUDED...