INT. DEPARTMENT OF DEFENSE Ė THE PENTAGON Ė
NOVEMBER 23, WEDNESDAY
Knowle Rohrer walks through the lobby of the
Pentagon, making his way through the morning rush. A man sees him,
his name is Thomas Hunter, and is a colleague of Knowleís. He runs
Knowle, hold up!
Knowle turns to see him, he stops walking.
Have you heard about this
mandatory flu vaccine everyone
is required to take?
Knowle shakes his head.
I havenít. Mustíve been in
a memo I overlooked.
Knowle laughs it off as if it is nothing, but
Tom doesnít seem to take it as a joke at all. Knowle senses this.
(after a short beat)
What is it?
Itís just odd because they
gave out flu vaccines a
month ago and everyone got them.
(beat) Now, suddenly itís mandatory.
Seems suspicious to me. (beat)
I donít care if itís mandatory.
Last time I checked we still
lived in a free country.
The memo said it was required
for all DOD agents regardless.
(beat) Must be some kind of
"official channel" thing I guess.
Knowle shakes his head. Heís not thrilled about
the government inoculating him with something that is mandatory and
required for all DOD agents.
You know, with the way our government
is, I wouldnít be surprised if itís...
He trails off from his sentence when he sees
Monica standing in the middle of the lobby watching him.
...some kind of...
He looks back at Thomas.
Iíve go to go. Iíll see you later.
Knowle leaves Thomas and gives him a pat on
the back as he makes his way over to Monica.
Thomas watches him as he approaches Monica.
Knowle comes up to Monica and smiles. Heís surprised
to see her here.
(surprised but happy to see her)
Hey, surprised seeing you here.
Monicaís eyes linger on Thomas until he walks
out of the lobby.
Knowle looks at her with concern when she doesnít
acknowledge him. He gently places his hand on her shoulder to get
What is it?
Knowle follows her eyes and watches Thomas leave
the lobby. Monica looks up at him and he returns his attention back
(somewhere else, hushed, serious)
Knowle leans in to speak to her.
Monica looks around, not making eye contact
with him yet.
We havenít been able to prove
it because they are in our
disguise. Walking like us. Becoming
us, but not with good sense.
Knowle listens to her.
Who Monica, whoís here?
Monica stops looking around and looks up at
Those who shape. They shape
and no one knows.
She starts to become upset.
They shape, but not their blood.
It always stays the same. Green
as a storm. Not blue turning
rose red with oxygen running
through the veins...
She stops her tears from coming and looks at
him. After a beat, she smiles at him and is suddenly calm.
Youíve always had me in your heart.
She places her hand on his chest, over his heart.
Now Iíll truly be there. (beat)
After all, it is the flu season.
Knowle looks at her with confusion. Monica simply
smiles at him and walks away.
Off Knowleís look...
INT. GOVERNMENT EXAM ROOM Ė THE PENTAGON Ė LATER
Knowle enters the exam room and is greeted by
You must be Mr.-
He looks down at his chart. His eyes widen when
he sees Knowleís last name.
(looking up at Knowle)
Knowle Rohrer, yes.
Good. Have seat over there.
Dr. Tsunimoto nods his head and goes over to
the counter and prepares a syringe.
Knowle goes over and takes a seat on the exam
table. He takes off his suit jacket.
So, does this go in the left
or right arm?
Knowle nods his head and rolls up the sleeve
on his left arm.
Knowleís eyes look around the room and sees
Dr. Tsunimoto putting an amber substance into the syringe. Knowleís
eyes lock on it.
What the hell is that? Canít possibly
be the flu vaccine.
His eyes continue around the exam room. The
atmosphere is cold, eerie, and quiet. Somethingís not right. His eyes
stop when he sees a small video camera in the upper corner of the
room Ė not noticeable if you werenít looking for something suspicious.
Is it really necessary to get
this vaccine. I got one about
a month ago.
Dr. Tsunimoto turns around and approaches him
with the syringe.
This is just a routine inoculation
required for all DOD agents. (beat)
After all, it is the flue season.
Knowle looks up at the doctor, remembering the
same words Monica had told him earlier that day. Dr. Tsunimoto injects
Knowle with the "flu vaccine" as Knowleís mind thinks back
to everything Monica said. Was she speaking jibberish, or was she
trying to tell him something...
TIME CUT TO:
INT. SHOPPING MALL Ė DAY
TWO DAYS LATER
NOVEMBER 25, FRIDAY
THE DAY AFTER THANKSGIVING
The mall is crowded, everyone packed close together
like sardines, all rushing to get into small stores with Holiday Sale
signs. Amongst the chaos of holiday shopping and the huge Day After
Thanksgiving Sale, is Scully, Doggett, Monica and Brad. Scully is
leading them through the crowd. She holds onto Doggettís hand, who
holds onto Monicaís, who holds onto Bradís. They are like a serpentine
train of ants weaving through the crowd.
You know John, you are the first
to volunteer to help me shop in
this sale. Everyone else has
been too scared.
You always told me youíd love
to have my help, so why not
lend my helping hands on the
biggest shopping day of the year?
Monica looks around at everyone.
Is it just me, or can
everyone hear all of them?
Itís not just you. This is
reminding me of a Beatles concert.
Without the screaming girl.
Oh Iím sure thatís happening
in some teen clothing store.
Scully leads them into a video store. She turns
to face them.
(this is business)
Ok, here are your assignment.
(beat) Go find them.
Scully hands each of them a slip of paper with
a movie title written on it. Doggett looks up at Scully when he sees
the title heís supposed to find.
Itís for the boys. Theyíve
been looking for it everywhere.
(beat) Itís in the porn section.
Doggett shrugs his shoulders and makes his way
to the porn section.
Meanwhile... Monica is searching the comedy
section for "Sgt. Bilko". As she searches, her mind starts
to go elsewhere. She puts her palm to her forehead.
(to self; wishing it would stop; quiet)
Stop. Please just Ė no more.
Brad turns the corner and stops when he sees
(somewhere else, reciting voices)
Over the moon Ė a car Ė derailed train -
flipping coin Ė you donít treat me right.
Just go before he kills you and you
never Ė STOP IT!
Monica drops her piece of paper and covers her
ears with both her hands, hoping to stop block the noise that never
Brad comes over to her and gently places his
hand on her back. She lets out a terrified scream and as if she is
in painful anguish. She moves away from him, not realizing itís him.
I canít reach you! Go on without me!
Monica, itís me.
Monica continues to back away from him. She
has caught the attention of the customers and employees in the store.
She shakes her head as tears fall down her face.
Make them stop. Make them just -
I canít - Please.
She backs himself into the wall and slowly slides
down into a sitting position. Brad watches on. What the hell is going
on with her? How can he help her?
Customers back away from her. Brad goes up to
her and kneels down in front of her. Heís unsure what to do. He hesitantly
takes hold of her hand. His eyes glance up to the customers standing
by watching her.
Monica? Itís me, Brad.
Can you hear me?
I hear. All the time voice
in my head. Make them stop.
She cries. Brad looks at her, at a loss on how
to help her.
Constant noise from above in
tongues not known to Earth.
Oh god, please.
She covers her ears again, hoping to make the
internal hell stop inside her head.
Theyíre around me. All the
time watching. Knowing.
She looks up at Brad.
Hearing like I hear but I
donít know what they say.
Behind Brad, a customer stands watching her.
For a split second, she sees this manís face change into what can
only be described as... an alien.
Monicaís eyes widen in fear.
(whispers to Brad)
Only me. Only I see, Brad. Oh god.
(she starts to cry) Please. Take me
away, Brad. I canít be here. I donít
know what heís saying, but I hear
it and I donít want to any more. I
donít want to Brad, please.
Her voice is desperate, confused. Brad glances
up at the customers, then back to Monica. He slowly nods his head.
(at a loss, caring, soft)
Brad gently wraps his arms around her and she
grabs onto him. He helps her to her feet and doesnít let go. Tears
come to his eyes. He hates feeling helpless with her. He only wants
to know how to help her. She says to take her away from here, so heíll
do that. Thatís all he can do for her. Itís all he knows how to do
now to help her.
Itís ok. Everythingís ok. (beat)
Weíll get you out of here.
Monica cries in his arms and he gently strokes
My Grandmama. I miss her.
Brad nods his head. Behind them, Scully and
John have found them. They look on with concern.
TIME CUT TO:
INT. KNOWLE ROHRERíS APARTMENT Ė WASHINGTON,
D.C. Ė DAY
Knowle sits at his kitchen table carefully sharpening
his army knife. The apartment is quiet except for the sound of the
knife blade being sharpened, and the random sounds of someone putting
things away in another room.
Knowle looks up from his knife when he hears
what sounds like a suitcase latching shut from the other room.
(after a beat)
No reply from Shannon, only the sound of approaching
footsteps until Shannon appears in the kitchen doorway. She stands,
holding a suitcase in one hand. Knowle looks at her, wondering what
the hell is going on. He sets his knife down.
Whatís going on?
Iím moving out, Knowle.
Iím moving on in my life. (beat)
We both know nothing is going to
come of whatever it is that we had.
Knowle slowly stands up, realizing what she
is saying, but not wanting to believe it. He cares for Shannon.
Shannon, what are you saying?
She canít be breaking up with him.
I donít want to fool myself anymore.
(beat) I canít go on with you like
this anymore. I love you, but there
comes a time when every rela-
-This is about that General, isnít it?
Shannon stops talking. In part he is correct.
She has fallen in love with General Roger Thompson (first seen in
8x08 "The Beginning and The End"), but this is not the only
(after a beat)
Roger is a great man.
(upset but handling it with defense)
On a first name basis with a
General? (beat) You sleep with him?
Shannon lets out a sigh.
Iím not like you, Knowle. I
donít do that any more. I
donít sleep with random-
-And neither do I any more.
You know that, Shaní.
Shannon takes a deep breath to compose herself.
She doesnít want to fight with him.
(after a beat)
Knowle, I donít want this to
end ugly between us. Weíve been
through too much to let that happen.
Shannon, I... I lo-
He canít say it. He never has been able to.
Shannon looks at him.
I know you love me, Knowle. You
just donít love me in the way
we were trying to love one another.
(beat) You could never say it because
you knew deep down it wasnít right
with us. (beat) Youíve only been able
to say the things you really mean.
Shannon looks at him with knowing eyes and turns
and leaves the kitchen. Knowle hesitates a moment, then goes after
Shannon. Listen. You said it yourself.
Shannon turns to face him.
Weíve been through too much
to just give up on what we have.
Shannon sets down her suitcase. He has such
good intentions. In a way, it breaks her heart to have to do this
Knowle, we donít have anything left.
After how many years? And nothing
ever came of us. Thereís a reason for
that. (beat) Life is too short for the
bullshit we believed we could have.
Knowle doesnít want to lose her. Sheís always
been the constant in his life.
You say you love me, Shannon.
We can work this out.
No. We canít. (beat) Itís not
to be that way with us.
Shannon looks at him for a moment.
We had our second chance and
we couldnít fix us. (beat) Yes,
you werenít sleeping around
anymore, but Iím not a fool, Knowle.
She smiles at him.
I know, Knowle. I know youíve
realized what Iíve known for years.
(beat) The feelings you have for
someone else. I know because
She goes up to him and looks him in the eyes.
Iíve always known. (beat) Youíd
do anything for her. I wouldnít
put it by you to die for her. (beat)
You... you are so selfless with
her. I hope you find happiness.
She gives him a kiss on the cheek and smiles
You deserve it.
Knowle stands speechless. She knows his feelings
and always has. She has even known before he knew them.
(after a long quiet beat)
Shannon... I... Iím sorry.
Donít be, Knowle. We were
just one of lifeís journeys
to help us become who we are.
(beat) Everything happens for a reason.
They share one last look of silence for a moment
before Shannon picks up her bag and leaves the apartment.
Knowle stands in the middle of his living room.
Heís unsure what to do or feel about what has just happened. He stands
in the silence...
TIME CUT TO:
EXT. GRANDMAMA REYESíS HOME Ė CHIHAUHAU, MEXICO
NOVEMBER 26, SATURDAY
The breeze gently whistles through the warm
late November air of northern Mexico. Grandmama Reyes sits on a small
wooden chair in front of her home. She quietly blows into a wooden
pipe, letting out a soothing, comforting airy whistle. She stops playing
when she sees Monica walking up the hill all alone. Grandmama sets
down her pipe and watches her as she makes her way over to the edge
of the cliff that Grandmama lives on.
Grandmama squints her eyes as she watches Monica
look down into the deep canyon below, and for the first time in her
life, she worries...
Monica looks down into the deep canyon. Her
toes are slightly over the edge of the cliff. In hope, Monica shuts
her eyes and inhales the fresh air. She attempts to clear her mind
of the world... yet even here, in solitude, she cannot stop it.
Grandmama quietly comes up to her.
They wonít stop, Grandmama.
(beat) Not even here.
A tear falls down Monicaís cheek.
I want it all to stop.
Monica looks down into the canyon.
Everything is easier without me...
if I just blew away with the wind,
everyone would be happier...
Grandmamaís eyes go from Monica to the bottom
of the canyon.
You know thatís not true. (beat)
You really think going down there
would be better than how things are?
Monica shuts her eyes and tears fall down her
You feel that you are wrong.
(beat) I sense this.
How do I make it stop?
She opens her eyes and looks at her Grandmama,
knowing she must have the answer. She has always had the answer.
(after a beat; quiet)
I do not know.
Monica looks at her Grandmama. This was not
what she expected to hear from her, and Grandmamaís words do not bring
her comfort at all.
INT. GRANDMAMAíS HOME Ė KITCHEN Ė MOMENTS LATER
Grandmama sets a teacup in front of Monica,
who sits at the kitchen table.
Drink this. It will make
you feel better.
Monica does. Grandmama sits down across from
How do you do it? How
do you control this?
I control it by living up
here. For me, I cannot hear,
see, or feel any one.
Monica looks down, knowing what her Grandmama
is getting at.
(after a beat)
You are much stronger than
I am, Monica.
Monica quietly sips her drink.
(after a beat)
Will it ever stop? Will life
ever be the same?
Grandmama looks into her eyes. Sheís not sure
how she should tell her this.
I cannot tell for sure.
Monica looks at her curiously.
But I thought-
-A person such as you and I
can never see beyond their
There is a long moment of silence as Grandmamaís
words come to term in Monicaís head. Tears sting Monicaís eyes.
What do you mean?
I am an old woman, Monica.
I cannot live forever. (beat)
But you already know this.
Grandmama takes hold of Monicaís hand, feeling
her fear. Knowing her words bring Monica no comfort.
Everything I have told you in
life... there is no way to be
certain it is true for all of
your life. My ability has a
limit. (beat) I cannot see
beyond my death.
With you, this could be different.
We are all unique. (beat) Do you
know what never lies?
Grandmama nods her head.
You follow your heart, and
you cannot go wrong.
Grandmama takes a sip of her tea and they sit
in silence for another moment.
(lightening the mood)
Did you see your tile?
Yes. Bradly finished it for
you when he came to visit me
long time ago.
Grandmama gets out of her chair and finds the
tile on the floor. She picks it up and hands it to Monica. Monica
takes it and smiles.
Itís exactly how I wanted it.
Monica runs her hand over the tile. She stares
down at it, looking at the little white house with a white picket
This is Corona... I didnít
know it at the time.
Yes you did. You just
Grandmama smiles at her. Monica looks back down
at the tile. She looks at the words "Love Eternal".
"Love Eternal". Brad had it
engraved on my engagement ring.
How are things going between you two?
You know weíve broken up, right?
"Broken up". Sounds so negative.
Itís not. He knows I just
need time to figure out my
life. (beat) Itís different
living alone though. (beat)
I get scared sometimes.
Why do you get scared?
I donít know. I just do. (beat)
Probably afraid to open my eyes
and see someone staring back at me.
They canít hurt you. Usually,
they just want your help. Or
they want to visit you. Or-
Iíve seen Luke a lot. Heís been
around me a lot recently. Iím
not sure why.
All in good time.
Monica looks at her. Does Grandmama know why
sheís been seeing Luke a lot?
(after a beat)
So, have you seen that boy from
New Orleans you used to date?
Just making sure heís not
bothering you. (beat) I
get the feeling you two ended
things on bad terms.
You mean when he was down
for the wedding?
Grandmama nods her head.
"Bad terms" to say the least. (beat)
I just hope he doesnít find out we
didnít get married.
I donít trust him.
You donít even know him, Grandmama.
Donít have to. Any man that
says what he said to you the
night before you were to be
married, for the sole purpose
of trying to get one last chance
with you, is trouble.
Monica looks down and takes a sip of her tea.
Her mind becomes filled with thoughts of everything that happened
two weeks ago.
(after a beat)
This month was supposed to
be perfect, Grandmama.
Brad and I were supposed to get
married... but... everything went wrong.
Everything happens for a reason, Monica.
Monica allows Grandmamaís words to sink in.
How can you say that when everything
that has happened to me has ruined
my life? You say that everything
happens has a reason, as if everything
that Iíve been through is a good thing.
Monica wipes a tear away as she thinks of the
daughter she couldíve had. She looks to her Grandmama with anger.
Explain to me this "reason". Why did
all of this have to happen to me? To
Dana? To Brad? To John? (beat) It doesnít
make sense why I had to lose my daughter.
Grandmama takes hold of Monicaís hand.
Monica... life is not happy. Life
is not perfect. Life is difficult,
unpredictable. (beat) When I say that
everything happens for a reason it
does not mean life will be happier or easier.
Monica wipes a tear away.
Think of it this way, Monica. Because
of you, many will survive what will
happen to this planet in a few months.
(beat) Yes, you endured unexplainable
pain and suffering, but you have saved
the lives of many. (beat) I know right
now you donít understand, but in time
you will. (beat) Everything will fall into
place. All the confusion and pain you feel
now will begin to make sense. (beat) Already,
someone you love has just been saved because
of everything that has happened to you.
Monica looks at Grandmama and knows.
Heís suspicious... I hope
he is careful...
SLOW FADE TO:
INT. THE PENTAGON Ė WASHINGTON, D.C. Ė NIGHT
The hallway is dimly lit, and Knowle cautiously
makes his way, passing a sign on the wall that says "RESTRICTED
Ė LEVEL 5 ACCESS ONLY". He randomly checks behind him to make
sure he is not followed.
Knowle approaches a door at the end of the hallway.
He pulls out a key card with "THOMAS HUNTER" on it and swipes
it to unlock the door. He gets the green light and opens the door.
He puts the key card away and walks through the door.
INT. ROOM Ė CONíT
Knowle enters the room and shuts the door behind
him. He turns to see a large room filled with several filing cabinets.
He stops, not sure where to begin until the glowing light of a computer
screen catches his attention. He goes over to the computer and sits
down in front of it.
Knowle looks the screen over and sees that it
has an inventory list of everything in the filing cabinets. He notices
a search option box. He thinks for a moment, then types in "STRUGHOLD".
He leans back and allows the computer to search.
Ever since being inoculated with the "flu"
vaccine that was required for all DOD agents, Knowle has been suspicious.
Heís never been one to trust the government despite being employed
by it. The fact that Monica came that very day, leads him to suspect
that things are not as they should be. She even mentioned the flu
to him. Though she was vague and didnít make much sense at all, she
has given him enough suspicious to find out what is really going on.
The computer finds the results for "STRUGHOLD"
and a large list of information loads on the screen. A list containing
serial numbers, codes, and other information.
Knowle scrolls down until he finds the only
vaccine on the list. He makes a mental note of the number as he heads
out to find it in the large room of filing cabinets.
He wanders down one of the aisles and finds
a cabinet labeled "STRUG-NY". He opens the cabinet and finds
several vials of the amber substance he was injected with a couple
days ago. He picks one up and looks at it. The vial is marked with
"RT-7915-3". He cautiously pockets the vial.
His mind is racing. This is no flu vaccine.
There has to be something more to it.
SHORT TIME CUT TO:
INT. ANOTHER TOP SECRET ROOM
Knowle has made his way to another top secret
room in the Level 5 area. He sits at a desk. Heís completely engrossed
with what he has discovered. He is reading a file with highly sensitive
material Ė information for the eyes of those in the highest of power
in the government. Information concerning alien invasion and the governmentís
involvement with military forces around the world.
He turns a page and sees a diagram of an alien
body. On it, shows the area in which it can be killed Ė a puncture
to the back of the neck, using what the document refers to as a "stiletto".
Knowle turns the page and sees a picture of the stiletto. He looks
away from the document and to a thin metal cylinder case on the desk.
He picks it up and hits a small button on the side and the sharp point
of the stiletto (which should remind us of a small, metal ice pick)
pops out with a Rabwin-esque thwit.
Knowle looks at the stiletto. This little
thing can kill aliens? If all of what he has been reading is true,
then we are looking at a war that is impossible to win. Hand to hand
combat with alien beings is impossible. Especially since they seem
to be more intelligent than humans, and obviously stronger if they
can survive space travel at the distance they supposedly come from.
No amount of military training could prepare any one soldier in this
amount of time for what the planet is facing.
Knowle pockets the stiletto and finds another
file that contains names of individuals in the government who have
been sent as "replacements".
Replacements? What the hell does that
mean? Replacements as in aliens replacing officials in the government?
As Knowle looks through the names he recognizes
many Ė almost all Ė as military leaders. One of the names on the list
is that of his co-worker, Thomas Hunter, whose key card Knowle stole.
Knowle looks up from the document, a look of
pure worry washes over him. Maybe this is what Monica meant by saying
"they" have been walking among us, only in "our disguise"...
INT. MONICAíS APARTMENT Ė NIGHT
Monica and Brad enter the apartment, and Monica
turns on the lights.
Thanks for picking me up.
Not a problem. Did going
down there help?
A little. (beat) In a way.
(beat) But now that Iím back,
I hear them all again. My
Grandmama didnít have any tips
on how to block it while living
in the city.
I hope you can find a way.
Me too. (beat) Did you want
to stay a little while and-
Monica is cut off by a sharp pain hitting her
head. She squeezes her eyes shut trying to block the pain.
Suddenly, Monica falls to the ground. Brad immediately
goes to her side, checking her over to make sure she hasnít hurt herself.
Can you hear me?
Monica starts to talk in tongues that canít
be deciphered. Her eyes remain shut and she is non-responsive to Brad.
He quickly pulls out his cell phone and dials.
Dana, somethingís going on
with Monica. Sheís... I donít
know. I canít understand a word
she is saying. She just collapsed.
Brad waits a quick beat as Scully says something
He hangs up the phone and returns his full attention
back to Monica, trying to get her to respond to him, but she doesnít.
TIME CUT TO:
INT. STRUGHOLD RESEARCH FACILITY Ė EARLY MORNING
NOVEMBER 27, SUNDAY
John Montgomery opens the double doors to the
cold, white exam room and two of his assistants wheel Monica into
the room. She is lying down, strapped by the arms and by the head.
Brad and Scully enter behind them.
Revenge with blood splatter on
the window sill of- They speak
to me, but theyíre dead. Always
coming to me. I canít-
Montgomery goes up to her and shines a light
in her eyes. Monica tries to look away, but he wonít let her.
How long has she been like this?
He puts the light away and looks up at Scully
and Brad. Brad stands behind Scully, not wanting to get in the way.
No, she hasnít...
She starts to cry, wanting nothing more than
this to end.
What about the medication I gave
her? Has she been taking them regularly?
No, she hasnít.
-Nothing helps! When death
washes us, there wonít be anymore.
She says she can fight
this on her own.
Montgomery turns away from them.
I gave that to her to
help this situation.
Monica looks over at Scully.
Stopped the bullet to save him.
Always watching out for you,
Starbuck- Please make them go...
Montgomery turns around again and comes over
to Monica with a syringe.
He knows you! He sees you all
the time Ė touching to relieve.
Oh god. (starts to cry) Heíll
come again with a sharp-
-This should help her.-
-"Help her" is a lie!
Montgomery injects Monica with the medication,
and her body relaxes, her face calms and her breathing slows. Her
eyes stare blankly at nothing.
Scully watches Monica for a moment.
She should be injected daily with
this. It should keep her calm and
will stop the nonsense sheís been saying.
Tears fall down Monicaís face. Scully notices.
Montgomery hands a vial of medicine to Scully,
along with a package of needles.
I want you to give this to her.
Scully looks down at it.
This wonít help her. Itís only
stopping her from expressing
what she feels.
Scully is worried for Monica. Not being able
to express will not help her at all.
Itís all we can do. She could
become a danger to herself
We brought her here to be helped,
not restrained of all emotion.
Either we do this or we
let her continue on-
-In her head she continues on! With
this medicine we donít have to hear it.
Montgomery senses her anger at this decision.
This is all we can do for her
unless you want her to be kept
here again under my care and
supervision. (beat) She doesnít
need that, and you know it. (beat)
This is all we can do for her.
Scully glares at him. She is not happy with
I know a lot more about this than
you do, Dana. (beat) I donít have
time to argue this with you. (beat)
You know her options. You decide.
With that, Montgomery leaves the exam room.
Scully glares at him as he leaves. This isnít fair to Monica at all,
but there is no way Scully will keep her here to be taken care of.
Montgomery is right, thatís not what she needs. Scully looks down
at the vial of medicine and looks at Monica who has tears flowing
down her face.
Off Scullyís look, we...
INT. MONICAíS APARTMENT Ė MORNING
Monica sits quietly on her couch. She looks
out the window, watching the cold rain drops fall from the sky. Scully
sits in front of her with the medicine Montgomery gave her.
Iím sorry Monica, but right now
I think we should do as Dr.
Montgomery says. (beat) He Ė
-He knows whatís best.
Monica looks at Scully with sadness in her eyes.
Scully looks down, itís hard for her to make eye contact with Monica
considering what she has to do.
It doesnít help me, Dana.
(beat) Iím too strong.
You have to. I know.
Monica looks away from her again and looks out
side the window again. The sounds of the world flood her mind. She
cannot escape their voices, their screams, their laughter.
Scully looks down and injects Monica with the
medicine. Monica doesnít even flinch as she feels the substance enter
her body and go through her veins.
The sounds do not stop. Nothing changes.
Tears come to Scullyís eyes. She doesnít know
what else to do. She canít put Monica back at that facility, and she
knows she doesnít want to be medicated. Scullyís not even sure what
to do about this situation. She has to trust Montgomery in that he
knows more about this than she does.
(after a beat)
I have some errands I have
to do today, but Iíll see
you later, ok?
Scully forces a smile. Monica smiles back.
Scully stands up and grabs her coat.
Itís cold out there. Stay warm.
She goes over to the door.
Scully leaves the apartment.
After a couple minutes, Monica stands up and
goes over to the window. She watches the raindrops slide down the
glass window. She concentrates on a single drop, and slowly the loud
voices of millions stop and all she eventually hears is the sound
of the gentle rainstorm outside. She shuts her eyes and smiles.
A quiet knock on the door breaks the silence.
Her eyes open and she hears the voice again. Her smile fades as her
moment of peace is gone.
She slowly goes over to the door and opens it.
Knowle hears the surprise in her voice and smiles.
Well thereís somethiní good.
I surprised you.
He gives her a smile. After a short beat, Monica
smiles too when she realizes he is right.
She steps aside to let him in. Before stepping
on the carpet, Knowle slips his shoes off. Monica looks down at them.
Shoes are all muddy
from the rain.
Shouldíve watched your step.
Monica sits on the couch, Knowle follows her
and sits next to her.
They sit in silence for a beat... well, silence
for Knowle at least.
(feeling rather down)
Is it? (beat) I couldnít tell.
Knowle looks over at her, sensing something
is wrong. Heís about to ask, when:
Iím sick of this, thatís all. (beat)
It got worse when I came back from my
Grandmamaís. Even there, I could still
hear them... but not this bad.
Have you tried-
-Concentrating on one object
in the hopes of blocking
She looks at him.
What was it?
A raindrop. Worked until
you knocked on the door.
She smiles at him.
Donít be. (beat) You surprised me.
Hasnít happened since Mulder bringing
Carlos down to Mexico.
Knowle nods his head.
Iíve got an idea. (beat) How about you
concentrate on my thoughts, and Iíll
think of nothing so you can have another
moment of silence. You know, as a way of
getting the feeling on how to control it.
Iíd like that. But you have
to promise not to think of
anything. (beat) At all.
He holds two fingers up, indicating his "Scoutís
Monica adjusts her sitting position so she is
seated "Indian Style" facing Knowle. Knowle turns to face
He clears his mind and Monica stares at him
intensely, as if they are having a highly competitive staring contest.
Before Monica knows it, she hears the silence
of the room, and eventually she picks up the sounds of a clock ticking
in the room. A smiles slowly comes to her face, and Knowle canít help
but smile too, knowing she has done it.
Now hold on to that, ok?
I donít know if I can.
Knowle takes her hand into his and looks into
I know you can. (beat) I
believe in you, Monica.
Her smile becomes even more sincere, and increases,
feeling that he means every word he just said.
Knowle watches her for a beat.
You got it?
But this isnít why you
came here, is it?
Do you already know?
You came to me at the DOD
a couple days ago.
You said "after all, it
is the flu season."
You needed the vaccine.
But it wasnít the flu vaccine.
(beat) You told me that now you
would truly be in my heart.
Monica sits quietly, waiting for him to continue.
(after a beat)
I did some digging. (beat)
The vaccine given to me
is part of you.
Youíre protected now.
Only their virus. Not them.
Knowle pulls the stiletto out of his pocket.
He holds it out to her and she looks down at it.
I want you to have this for
when they come. Use it to protect-
(even more serious)
Knowle looks into her eyes, feeling how serious
I want you to take it. You need
it, not me. If I take it, then you-
Tears come to her eyes and she looks away from
him. She doesnít want to say what could happen to him if he doesnít
keep the weapon.
Monica grabs her head and tears fall down her
(trying to block)
She wishes she were dead.
Make them stop...
Knowle gets off the couch and kneels down in
front of her. He gently takes hold of her hands, bring them away from
Hey... look at me.
Monicaís eyes remain tightly shut. Knowle gently
squeezes her hands.
Itís ok Monica. Just open
your eyes, sweetheart.
He moves one of his hands up to her head and
gently moves a lose strand of hair off her face.
Ignore them Monica. Youíre in control.
Monicaís body starts to relax. She slowly opens
her eyes and looks at him.
(after a beat)
She slides off the couch and gets on her knees
in front of Knowle. She wraps her arms around him, feeling safe.
Why is it only you?
Knowle holds her close to him.
What do you mean?
Youíre the only one who
finds a way to help me.
A tear falls from her eye. She doesnít bother
to wipe it away.
I donít know...
(after a beat)
They took me back to
that facility, Knowle...
More tears fall as the memories of the facility
enter her mind again. Knowleís eyes look down as he holds her. He
knows that was the last thing Monica ever needed in her life again.
Off his look, we...