INT. KNOWLE ROHRER’S HUMMER – NIGHT
OUTSIDE NEW YORK CITY
Walter Skinner’s eyes stare out the front window
of the stopped Hummer. Never in his life did he ever expect to see
such an eerie sight. New York City is lifeless. Dead. The skyline
that once twinkled in the night is now just darkness silhouetted by
the moonlight. The once lively city has now become crumbles. A tear
falls down his cheek. His mind thinks of all the lives lost in the
Scully places a comforting hand on his shoulder,
as if she knows his thoughts. She feels the same.
(trying to be optimistic)
The power could just be out.
There may be survivors.
Skinner looks over at her and nods his head.
He hopes she’s right. What would this world come to if human casualties
were in the billions? He looks back at Knowle, who is sleeping.
Should we wake him?
Scully looks back at Knowle too.
He’d want us to...
She turns to look forward again.
... but he needs his sleep. I don’t
really want to argue with him again.
Some nights he doesn’t sleep at all.
And when he does, he sleeps at
most two hours.
He’s a hard Marine.
Scully nods her head and Skinner faces forward
We’ll let him sleep.
Skinner nods his head and puts the car into
drive. Scully looks back once again to make sure Knowle hasn’t woken
up by the Hummer moving.
Scully can’t help but see how protective Knowle
is of them. So protective that he doesn’t even think of himself or
his own health. She had to argue with him for almost an hour until
he gave in and agreed to get some sleep. She told him she’d wake him
up after two hours.
It’s been four hours already.
Scully notices that Knowle’s face is tense.
He must be dreaming. About what, she can only wonder.
Knowle suddenly wakes with a gasp. Something
has startled him in his dream and his breathing is rapid.
His eyes look around and his breathing begins
to calm as he realizes where he is. He sits up after a moment and
rubs his hands over his face.
Are you all right?
Yeah, I just...
He looks up at her.
... hate sleeping.
Sleeping is healthy for you.
(beat) Did you have a bad dream?
Something like that. (quick to change
the subject) How long have I been out?
You slept a good four hours.
Knowle looks at her. What happened to waking
him up after two hours?
(re: his look)
We’re still alive.
She smiles at him. Knowle nods his head, he
doesn’t want to argue with her again either. She’s stubborn, just
like John Doggett was.
We’re coming up on New York
City. (beat) Seems to be quiet.
Knowle looks out the front window. He sees the
dark skyline of the city. Most of the taller buildings have crumbled
or are incomplete, broken in half. He doubts its quiet. A city that
big with buildings still standing means there has to be survivors.
Survivors without law or leadership can lead to one thing: chaos.
It’ll be unpredictable. Dangerous even.
We should be careful. It’ll be
chaotic in there. There are probably
survivors of all kind, including the
kind who will take advantage of a
world without law.
Knowle starts to dig around in the back. He
retrieves three water bottles.
The city’ll be hotter than hell. The
pavement heats up, buildings block wind.
The amount of survivors. (beat) There’s
a lot of buildings still standing meaning
survivors – people who weren’t able to
evacuate. They’ll be in chaos, panic.
He hands Skinner and Scully water.
Keep it with you, drink it responsibly.
(beat) We’ll probably be a target. We’ve
got a lot of supplies in here.
Scully gives him a look, wondering what exactly
he is preparing for.
(re: her look)
Best to be prepared rather than
spun into shock, right?
Skinner nods his head. Best to think of the
worst case scenario.
You seem to know what you’re
doing. (beat) Have you seen
anything similar to this before?
In the Gulf. (beat) We had to protect
cities. They were in chaos, threw rocks
at us, tried to ambush us.
He loads his M-14.
I learned a lot about surviving in
that war. Having plenty of water
was one of the main things stressed to us.
This heat is unbearable. Dehydration
could turn out to be our worst enemy.
Knowle nods his head.
Be thankful they aren’t releasing
poisonous gases into our air.
What do you mean?
In the Gulf, we were issued guns,
uniforms, water canteens and gas masks.
Biological warfare was used. Poisonous
chemicals could consume our air at any
moment. (beat) Our C.O. had us sit in
the desert heat wearing our long sleeve
uniforms and gas masks. Temperatures soared
to about one-hundred and thirty degrees Fahrenheit.
Probably hotter with the sun blazing down on
us. We were like that for hours. It was hard
to breath – as if we were suffocating.
Scully listens, knowing John went through what
he’s telling her. John never spoke much of his time in the Gulf War.
We were near the Persian Gulf so we got
the humidity coming in from the ocean.
Sweat would drip into our eyes. The gas
masks covered us so we couldn’t wipe it
away. (beat) Keeping a look out wasn’t easy.
He thinks back.
We weren’t always in that Hell. Our
barracks were in Al-Khobar – that’s
an Arab city right outside Dhahran.
He smiles, remembering the past.
Air conditioned too. (beat) You could never
tell if they were building the buildings or
tearing them down. (he laughs) But man, that
air conditioning was like winter.
Scully watches him curiously as he smiles, remembering
what it was like to come in from the hot desert and enter a room that
was seventy degrees and have it feel like winter. She can’t even imagine.
It felt like forty degrees in there.
Got goose bumps it was so cold. (beat)
It was probably seventy-five.
I can imagine that would feel like winter
having come in from that heat. (beat) John
never spoke much of the war.
Not many people do. We went through a
lot of hard times. (beat) Frightening
times, when you knew it was safer to rely
on your body’s natural responses because
when you think, you’re dead. (beat) But we
had some good times too.
He laughs a bit as a memory enters his head.
There was this one time we – John,
Shan, Tom and I – went AWOL. We
snuck away and crossed the King Fahd
Causeway to get to Bahrain. (beat) The
thing that’s great about Bahrain is that
its more lenient than Saudi Arabia.
How do you mean?
Women can drive, work, don’t have to
cover themselves if they don’t want
to – though most of them do – pity too
cause they’re very beautiful. But other
than the women, the best thing about Bahrain
is its legal to drink alcohol.
I thought it was a Muslim country.
It is, just not as traditional as
Saudi Arabia. (beat) Remember, Mecca
is in Saudi, not Bahrain. (beat)
Saudi is the Holy Land.
So you want AWOL...
She gets him back on track.
Yes, we went AWOL. Spent a few hours
in Manama, the capitol, which is where
the Causeway ends. Beautiful city too.
Famous for their perils. We drove in and
one of their round-a-bouts has a huge statue,
known as the Peril Monument. Very simple in
design. The round peril is lifted several feet
in the air by three curved pieces – starting thick,
then gradually thinning at the top.
Knowle pauses for a moment, thinking back to
this time in the Middle East. He can only rely on his mind’s eye.
(after a beat)
I did a lot of photography back then.
Let me tell you, a photographic lens
cannot capture the beauty of an Arabian
sunset. Its like nothing you’ll ever see
in America. (beat) The sky is purple, hazy
from the dust and sand in the air.
Scully wishes she could see what he sees in
The sun is a deep red, with a touch
of purple. (beat) The most beautiful
natural event you’ll ever see.
He sits for a moment, allowing his memory to
consume his mind.
(after a beat)
With D.C. destroyed, I only have
what’s in my mind. (beat) Too bad
too because its something I think
everyone should see.
Skinner looks back at Knowle from the rear-view
I think you are the only person
I know to have come back from a
war with stories of natural beauty.
I appreciate every experience. (beat)
Would you believe it if I told you that
I found one of the greatest Mexican
restaurants in the world down a small
narrow street in Manama? (beat) Second to
the Reyes family of course.
He smiles. Scully cocks her eyebrow.
They have Mexican restaurants over there?
Globalization... Seems like every
country is trying to be another.
It’s horrible when you go down the
streets of Kaisers Lautern and see
American fast food restaurants.
Ramstein Air Base, Germany?
Yeah. Got shipped out of the
Gulf and had to stay there
for a few days.
Skinner nods his head.
Still got the scar. It was
my ticket out of there.
Sounds like you’ve had many
life experiences. You’ll have
to share some more of your stories.
I’ve got a ton. Aside from the
war, I did Special Ops for the
Department of Defense.
Scully cocks her eyebrow.
You did Special Ops? I hear
that’s rather dangerous.
Knowle nods his head.
“Dangerous” is an understatement. (beat)
What made that work hard was not being able
to tell anyone what I was really doing.
Everyone thought I had a desk job and was
pushing paper all day long. Shannon thought I
was out with different women when I’d be on
a mission. (beat; explaining) We used to be swingers-
- Like from the ‘70s?
Yeah. Truth was, I told her I was
doing that so there wouldn’t be any
questions about where I was and what
I was doing. (beat) When we ended, there
was tension. It hurt her, that’s understandable.
I hated lying to her – to everyone.
She never knew what you really did?
Knowle shakes his head.
It was part of my job not to tell.
The government didn’t trust anyone.
You could never be too careful. (beat)
I trusted Shannon, don’t get me wrong,
but who’s to say she doesn’t slip up
and tell her father, who happens to slip
up and tell someone connected to a mission
I’m on and I end up dead.
Scully listens, intrigued. She, to her knowledge,
has never met anyone who worked as a Special Ops agent.
(after a beat)
Needless to say, I have issues with
trust, especially with people I don’t
know very well. The government kind of
branded that into me I guess.
Skinner and Scully give each other a look. Even
though they’ve been on the run with Knowle, they don’t feel they know
him as well as they should. He’s just confirmed why.
So you don’t trust us?
I never said that. Trust is something
I feel has to be earned. (beat) I trust
you. We’ve been through a lot. (beat) Now,
I don’t know how people usually earn trust,
but I measure trust on how much shit we’ve
been through. Especially in the situation
we are in now. I measure trust on life and
how each individual has handled tough times.
(beat) I’ve had my life in the hands of men
I knew only a day. That was hard to do, but
you’ve got to do it, you know? It’s how trust
I trust you guys. You saved me. (beat)
I think it helps that you are both Marines.
Getting to know you better only helps me to
strengthen the trust I have with you, Knowle.
She smiles at him.
Looks like that four hours of sleep
did some good with you. You opened up nicely.
Knowle smiles, he can’t argue that getting that
rest was a bad thing.
Skinner continues to drive towards New York
Stay alert, we’re entering the city.
The buildings are larger now as they make their
way into the city limits. The streets are dark, empty of life and
filled with debris from the alien destruction and from people who
evacuated as fast as they could.
INT. BRAD FOLLMER’S CAR – NIGHT
Brad Follmer drives into the dark night. A gentle
rain falls from the sky. Humidity can be seen in the air, allowing
the beams from the headlights to be seen.
Brad’s eyes are tired, but the distant booming
of aliens destroying a city keeps him awake and alert. He cannot see
the destruction being done, nor can he tell from which direction it
is happening. In all directions the sky is on fire.
He takes his eyes off the road and looks over
at Monica. She has fallen asleep – or so it appears. Ever since these
alien attacks began she hasn’t been able to sleep well. He can tell
she’s not sleeping peacefully. Her face is tense. He’s not even sure
what she could be going through. When she was returned after being
held captive at the Facility, he never made the effort to find out
exactly what she was feeling or sensing.
He just wanted things back to normal with her.
His eyes fall onto the dog tags she wears around her neck. When she
needed someone the most, Knowle Rohrer was there. Brad sensed there
was something growing between them, and it certainly didn’t help that
Krycek had told him about a tape he had where Knowle admitted to having
feelings for her. He was so afraid to lose Monica that he did his
best to keep her away from Knowle. In retrospect that didn’t help
him and Monica. She’s always been close to Knowle, and he doubts he
knows their full history together. There must have been something
between them for her to go to him or talk to him when things were
Brad knows he screwed up with her. He repeated
what happened between them in New York. His work took a priority.
What made things worse for them was the situation that happened to
her. Even from all the psychology he studied to be a law enforcement
agent couldn’t help them. He didn’t know how to deal with it. He didn’t
know how to deal with her, never fully understanding her. Their problems
started with the medication. She didn’t want it, and he knew of no
other way to help her.
The one thing they did manage to save was their
friendship. She told him she doesn’t blame him for anything. She has
a kind heart. For him, he can’t help but feel guilty about what happened
between them. Maybe she doesn’t see it the way he does, but he feels
he abandoned her and let her down.
He looks back at the road. The rain falls harder
from the sky.
Suddenly, the front tires blow out. Brad quickly
takes control of the car. Both front tires are out, indicating to
him that someone put a line of spikes in the road. He hopes they are
no longer around.
By this time, Monica has woken up.
Hit something in the road.
Both front tires are out.
He pulls the car over to the side of the road,
not that it really matters, they haven’t seen a soul for days. He
lets out a sigh, wondering what to do.
The spare tire is already on the car from another
blow out on the back from a couple days ago. Now they have two in
the front that are gone.
(under his breath)
He looks around and spots a house hidden in
the rain and darkness.
There’s a house over there.
Monica looks out her window.
Looks abandoned, but maybe there’s
another car or spare tires we can use.
Could be a good resting place
for the night too.
She looks over at him.
He can’t argue that.
Maybe there’s food that
hasn’t expired yet.
Brad looks behind him at the backseat. They
don’t have much at all, just the bags they packed when they went to
Grandmama’s. Before they left Chihauhau, Monica gathered some things
they may need such as blankets and food. They don’t even have a weapon
to protect themselves against anyone... and in this case, anything.
We should grab everything and take
it with us. We don’t want someone
to come around and take everything.
Monica nods her head and grabs two bags from
the back, her’s and one she filled before leaving her Grandmama’s
They get out of the car and make their way through
the rain. The air is thick and warm. With this kind of heat and humidity,
its difficult to breath. That must be the alien’s purpose. They thrive
in this kind of weather, while its difficult and more challenging
The door is unlocked when they reach it. They
go in, Brad first to make sure its all right. He searches for a light
switch, but it doesn’t work.
Probably has been for a long time.
She sets her bags down in the living room. She
looks out the window.
You can’t see much out there.
Brad comes over to her.
Mind if I get a little shut eye?
You need it.
I’ll just crash here on the couch.
I’ll stay awake and keep a look out.
All right. (beat) There’s some food
in the pantry in the kitchen. Canned
food, so its still good.
If only we had power to cook.
Brad smiles and lays down on the couch.
Let me rest for a couple hours, then
we’ll find another car or something.
I didn’t see anything when we
came up to the house.
Neither did I. I’m thinking we
should go to the summit of Mount
Elbert. It shouldn’t be too far.
Its at a higher elevation, so it
may be cooler... at least cooler
than down in the valley.
Sounds good to me.
We’ll have to go through a couple
cities to get there, so hopefully
these things won’t be around
when we move again.
Monica nods her head.
I wish I could help with the driving,
but my mind is more open with them here.
I can sometimes feel a tension in my
head... like they’re trying to get in.
Don’t worry about it – the driving that is.
He gives her a smiles, assuring her that he
doesn’t mind being the one to do all the driving. It’s easier on her
You should get some rest.
Just a couple hours though.
That’s all I need.
Monica leaves the room and Brad shuts his eyes.
Never in his life has he felt so good. The strain of driving for endless
hours has taken its toll on him. He has no trouble falling asleep
and is out in no time.
INT. KITCHEN – CON’T
Monica sits down at the kitchen table. It’s
dark, but she can see good enough from the warm light shining in from
the fiery sky. She sets one of her bags on the table and opens it,
retrieving a single candle. She pulls out her lighter and lights it.
The flame grows, allowing more light to consume the darkness of the
She looks around. The house looks like it was
abandoned in a hurry. A chair is knocked over across the room. This
is a huge house, two stories. It was probably the home of a happy
family. Probably with children too. She hopes that wherever they are
that they are safe.
She pulls out a journal from her bag, a pen
is held in the journal’s spirals. She holds the pen in her hand and
opens the journal to an empty page.
She writes the date: June 10, 2006
She stops, realizing what day it is. She sets
the pen down and feels for the dog tags around her neck. She looks
down at them.
June 10, 1967.
She runs her finger tips over the date that
has been embossed in the thin metal tag.
Knowle’s birthday. He’s thirty-nine years old
today. Tears sting her eyes as her finger tips run over his name.
She’s worried for him, and has been since he left for Camp Lejeune.
She doesn’t even know if he’s alive. He’s a Marine. Marines go into
battle first. They are the first to die, that’s what they’re trained
The only comfort she has is knowing he’s a smart
man. He made it through the Gulf War. He can make it through this
one. He knew what was going to be happening and promised to come back
for her. He’s a man of his word, only she wasn’t there. She wishes
she would’ve stayed. She’d feel safer if she were with him. Brad’s
smart, but he doesn’t know what Knowle knows. They’d both be safer
if they were with him. No doubt they’d be armed and able to defend
Her eyes regain focus on the metal tags. Metal
conducts energy. Her Grandmama once said that a person’s energy is
captured in metal, making metal an easy way to contact people. Of
course Grandmama was referring to spirits who have passed, but who’s
to say she can’t use it to help locate Knowle, or at least find out
if he’s alive.
She adjusts her hold on the tags to feel them
more clearly. She shuts her eyes and for the first time since the
alien invasion she frees her mind, opening it to the possibilities
of the aliens finding her. Despite knowing the risks, she can’t help
but want to know if he’s all right.
For a long time she sees nothing but darkness
in her mind. She hears nothing. Then, through the darkness she sees
tall buildings. The city is cloaked in darkness. Its loud, in chaos.
Her visions flash to the inside of a building, a hotel lobby maybe.
It’s dark, a feeling of fear and panic. She sees Knowle. He’s alive,
dressed in his camouflage pants and long thick jacket. He’s tired,
but still on alert. His hair is wet, beads of sweat fall down his
Monica smiles, glad to see he’s alive.
In her vision, she sees him load a gun, a big
one. She’s not sure what kind, she never knew much about guns except
for her FBI issue. Knowle handles the weapon like a pro. His military
training coming to good use.
Footsteps behind her snap her out of it. The
footsteps sound like they belong to man, and are approaching her.
She quickly jumps out of her seat and turns
around. She can’t see the man very well. Shadows conceal him.
Stop where you are.
She holds her hand out in an attempt to halt
his movement. The man raises his hand in the air to show her that
he is unarmed.
I don’t want to hurt you. I came
here to seek shelter from the rain.
The man steps forward, the light hits his face,
revealing him as Robert Comer.
Monica can’t believe her eyes. She never expected
to see him again. The last she saw of him, he was being entered into
the Federal Witness Protection Program after testifying in court against
Nicholas Rigali for the murder of Luke Doggett.
He hadn’t noticed it was her.
He looks her over with his eyes. She’s all right.
You’re not hurt?
No. (beat) How did you get here?
WITSEC put me in Colorado. Denver.
(beat) The city was hit bad. I noticed
these things, whatever they are, thrive in heat.
Monica nods her head.
It’s colder in thinner air. I’m
on my way to Mount Elbert.
So are we. I’m traveling with Brad Follmer.
Comer nods his head and looks out into the living
room where Brad is sleeping.
I saw him.
He looks back at Monica.
May I offer some advice?
It’s not exactly a safe world out there.
You may want to be more alert when on
watch while someone sleeps. (beat) You’re
lucky it was just me who came in.
Monica looks down. She didn’t even think about
(after a beat)
She looks up at him.
I was trying to tap into Knowle...
She holds up the dog tags she wears around her
He gave me these.
She looks down at them. Comer can sense her
feelings for this man.
He said they’d give me his strength,
and well... my Grandmama once told me
that metal holds energy – his energy.
She looks back up at him.
I was trying to see if I could figure
out where he was and if he was all right.
Comer nods his head and smiles at her.
He must be special to you.
She can sense he still has feelings for her.
Did you find him?
I saw him. I’m not sure
where he is though.
I could stand watch if you want
to try to reach him again.
Monica nods her head.
Are you sure?
I don’t mind. (beat) There’s been
enough loss and separation in this
war. If you can use your ability
to find him... I think you should.
I’ll try not to be too long.
Take your time.
Monica smiles and sits down at the table again.
Comer goes over to a window and looks out, making sure they are still
safe from the aliens.
He looks over at Monica and sees she’s in deep
concentration. He knew from working with her in New Orleans that she
had a special gift, but he never knew she could hold a piece of thin
metal and be able to locate a person.
She never ceases to amaze him. Even when she
solved a case based on vivid images she saw in a dream. In his eyes,
she is someone truly special. He can’t help but wonder where things
went wrong between them.
Comer looks back out the window. The night is
still and silent. He’s not sure if it’s a good thing he hasn’t heard
any explosions. Could it mean they are searching for humans who have
escaped their destruction? If so, what will happen to them if they
EXT. THE STREETS OF NEW YORK CITY – NIGHT
The city streets are dark and empty where Skinner,
Scully and Knowle are. The close sound of rioting and chaos can be
heard. They look as if they’ve just been through hell.
Skinner leads the way, followed closely by Scully.
Knowle trails behind a bit, gun in hand, checking behind them, knowing
the rioters are making their way towards them.
They had to leave the Hummer behind and evacuate
when the chaos mobbed them for their supplies. He can only hope they
don’t get in and take the rest of their supplies. He loaded up as
much as he could with weapons and ammunition.
Entering the city was a big mistake.
Here’s a place to take cover.
Knowle looks ahead of himself and sees Skinner
and Scully enter through the glass doors of a hotel. Knowle follows
quickly, hearing the rioters coming closer.
INT. HOTEL – CON’T
Knowle enters and shuts the doors behind him.
He looks out, seeing the rioters coming down the street.
Get over here!
Knowle signals next to him, behind a wall where
the rioters won’t be able to see them. Skinner and Scully do as he
asks as the rioters run by, not seeing them behind the hotel doors.
We need to take cover elsewhere.
She stands behind Knowle, her back up against
the wall. She watches him as he peers out the window, holing onto
his gun. He’s covered with bullets, a full metal jacket.
(after a beat)
Looks like they’re sticking around.
Breaking into places across the street.
He looks back at Scully and Skinner.
We need to get out of sight.
There’s probably a basement.
No, there’s only one way
out of there.
She knows that all too well from when she hid
in the basement.
Knowle looks around. They are standing in a
wide open hotel lobby.
Kitchens are usually near the back
and have exits at multiple places.
Possibly even one that could lead
out to a back ally. (beat) If they’ve
made their way to this area, its
possible we could get back out to
the Hummer and get the hell out of here.
Scully nods in agreement. They were crazy to
come into a city this large.
They make their way towards the back of the
INT. HOUSE – COLORADO – NIGHT
Robert Comer checks the windows around the house
keeping a look out for any intruders. He looks into the kitchen where
Monica is. She’s been sitting there sensing for a long time. He wonders
if he should get her out of it and check on her.
Who the hell are you?
Comer turns to face him.
Brad recognizes the name.
I happened to be seeking
shelter at the same place
as you and Monica.
Brad nods his head.
Small world we live in.
Monica screams from the kitchen, interrupting
them. Brad immediately runs in to check on her.
A light outside catches Comer’s attention. He
walks over to a window and looks outside, seeing one of the smaller
alien crafts hovering in the backyard. His eyes widen and he steps
away from the window.
He turns and quickly goes into the kitchen.
INT. KITCHEN – CON’T
Monica has fallen to the ground and Brad is
hovering over her. Comer comes in.
A light shines in, another craft is in the front
yard now. Brad looks up and sees the craft outside.
They’re surrounding us.
Brad looks down at Monica, who is still under,
tapping into Knowle. Her eyes are shut.
He hopes she’ll wake up.
Comer pulls out his gun and check to see that
Damn it Monica, wake up!
Her face is tense and tears start to fall out
of her eyes.
Comer looks out the window and sees the tall
dark figures approaching the house.
(trying to remain calm)
They’re coming. Pick her up,
we’ve got to get out of here!
Monica’s eyes pop open and she sits up fast,
Mon, we’ve got to get out
of here. They’re here.
Monica looks to Brad, not hearing him.
They killed him. They took him
and killed him. I couldn’t stop them.
Comer hovers in the doorway, antsy to haul ass
out of there. Brad forces Monica to her feet and starts to drag her
She starts to turn, wanting to go back and get
the rock her Grandmama gave her.
Forget about it!
He holds a tight grip on her arm as he tries
to pull her out of there.
In another room, they hear a loud crash.
Monica pulls herself out of Brad’s grasp and
runs back into the kitchen.
She disappears out of sight. Comer fires his
weapon to fight off an alien the best he can.
Monica! Come on!
Monica runs out of the kitchen with her bag
that has the rock her Grandmama gave her in it.
She starts to head off in another direction.
Brad and Robert follow her as she leads them out of the house.
Monica continues to lead them. The alien craft
is right in front of them. The humming noise is loud and a bright
light shines out from the inside.
She stops at the corner of the house and leans
up against the wall.
Wait for it.
Comer looks around, on edge, not sure what’s
going to happen. Monica senses him.
Wait for it.
A second later an alien being runs in front
of them, not noticing.
(after a beat)
She starts to lead them again, leading them
off towards the mountains and forest.
(after a beat)
Is a rock really that important?
He’s not happy with Monica. She should never
risk her life, or theirs, for some rock, even if her Grandmama gave
it to her before her death.
They want it.
I don’t know.
Her face tenses up again and she stops walking,
placing her hand on her forehead. She lets out a gasp and drops her
Brad goes up to her and helps her sit down.
What’s wrong with her?
I don’t know.
She starts to cry again. She can’t stop the
visions from coming. Visions of Knowle, Scully, John, Mulder. She
sees them all... somewhere in the city she saw in her visions the
first time she tapped into Knowle’s location. She sees the aliens
attacking them, killing them viciously. Ripping them with their strong
claws. Mulder first, then Scully. John follows, more violent than
Mulder or Scully. Knowle is last and the most violent of them all.
He’s covered in blood, bleeding to death. There is nothing she can
do to stop this from happening.
Monica answer me.
She doesn’t respond. She can’t hear him, and
though her eyes are open she stares off into nothingness, not seeing
Brad or Robert. Tears run down her face.
They killed them all.
Monica’s bag catches Comer’s attention as a
low humming noise is heard from the inside.
They killed him...
Her speech starts to slow, her muscles start
She stares off, not looking at him. She hears
him, but she can’t respond to him.
Comer looks back at the house. The alien crafts
are out of sight. He looks up into the sky. Nothing but rain. No aliens
We should get out of here.
Brad moves his hand in front of Monica’s face.
Comer looks down at her.
She may be in shock.
Monica blinks her eyes but her stare never changes
Those things are gone, but
we shouldn’t stay here.
He leans down and picks up Monica’s bag. He
feels something warm inside. He opens the bag and digs around, finding
the rock Grandmama gave her. It’s warm, but not hot. He looks at it
wondering what the hell this thing could be. How could a rock be warmer
than anything else in this bag? What are these strange markings? He’s
never seen anything like it before. Could this have been the source
of the humming he heard? He’s not sure, but Monica seemed to think
this rock was of great importance, even saying these aliens wanted
it. What would they want with a rock?
Brad picks Monica up into his arms. She feels
lifeless but still breathing. What the hell happened to her? She said
they’re all dead. What the hell did she see? She mentioned Knowle,
then said they killed him. Were there others in her vision? Could
it be real? Brad isn’t sure. He knows she’s a psychic, but can she
really tap into them and know they died?
INT. HOTEL KITCHEN – NEW YORK CITY – NIGHT
The kitchen is dark, and would be pitch black
if it weren’t for Scully finding candles to light.
Knowle sits on the ground with his back up against
the wall. He holds his weapon across his body as he stares at the
door. To his left, Skinner and Scully sit with their backs up against
the other wall. Scully leans on Skinner, she’s tired and exhausted.
Knowle looks down at his watch and notices the
date. He hadn’t even realized it is his birthday. What a great way
to celebrate, locked up in a dark, empty hotel kitchen, hearing people
in a panic, rioting the streets of New York City. He never did much
in terms of celebrating his birthday, but he’d rather be anywhere
else but here. He’s been on this planet for thirty-nine years and
never in his life would he have expected to see a planet invasion
by aliens from another planet.
A loud bang is heard outside the doors. Someone
is inside, but the bang was not from a gun, rather the sound of a
human hitting the floor hard.
Knowle looks up at the door again, and a man
screaming can be heard. Knowle gets to his feet. Skinner and Scully
watch him as he goes to peek out the door.
(whisper to Skinner)
Knowle calmly and quietly shuts the door, locking
We have to get out of here.
What is it?
He walks across the room and towards the back
exit. Skinner and Scully get up and follow after him.
A loud pounding hits the door Knowle has just
peered out of. Scully looks back with fear as the hard pounding continues.
Knowle opens the back door that leads out into
the back ally. He looks out making sure it is safe.
He opens the door wider to allow Scully and
Skinner to leave first.
The kitchen door breaks just as Scully and Skinner
exit. Knowle turns just in time to see an alien coming after him.
He wastes no time and gets out of there, shutting the door behind
They start to run out of the ally, stopping
at the opening to check the streets. Everyone is in chaos, out to
save themselves, running to avoid the aliens.
Stay in shadows, close to the
buildings. (beat) Go right.
Scully nods her head. Skinner looks out at the
street. He can’t believe his eyes.
You with me, Helmet?
Skinner looks at him. “Helmet.” He hasn’t been
called that since ‘Nam. Skinner nods his head.
Skinner nods and leads them out of the ally.
They run as fast and as carefully as they can, keeping themselves
hidden in the shadows.
Ahead of them, they see the aliens attack a
group of people. Not killing them, but grabbing them and dragging
them away. The humans scream and try to get away, but the aliens are
much stronger. Knowle watches this. Why would they be taking them?
What could they possibly want with them?
Skinner safely leads them to the Hummer. They
stop and see it sitting alone in the street, out in the open.
A quick run and we’re out of here.
Skinner looks around the area to make sure they
are safe. In the corner of his eye he sees a young Asian girl. Three
years old at most. He looks back to the Hummer.
All three run out to the Hummer. Knowle stops,
hearing the cry of the young Asian girl coming from somewhere in the
darkness where they just were. Scully stops ahead of Knowle, sensing
he’s not behind her. She sees him looking back. Skinner has reached
the Hummer already.
Knowle! What is it?
I heard someone.
He turns to look at Scully. She’s making her
way towards him. He hands her the keys to the Hummer and his gun.
I’ll be back.
Scully watches as he runs back. She heads back
towards the Hummer and hands Skinner the keys.
What’s he doing?
He said he heard someone.
Is he crazy? Going back for
someone? We’ve got to get
the hell out of here.
Scully looks back to Knowle and sees him carrying
the young Asian girl in his arms. No doubt her family has been killed.
Her head rests on Knowle’s shoulder and her arms are tightly wrapped
around his neck.
He wants to get the hell out of there. Scully
opens the door and starts to get in when she sees the tall, dark figure
of an alien coming up behind Knowle. The little girl screams, and
Knowle turns to see what’s behind him.
Scully looks at the gun in her hands. Knowle’s
gun. He’s not even armed. She takes off running to help him.
The little girl gets snatched out of Knowle’s
arms. He tried to grab her back as she screams in fear, but Knowle
is grabbed by another alien and starts to be dragged away. He manages
to throw a punch, hoping to get away and help the little girl, who’s
screams for help can no longer be heard. He struggles with the alien,
doing the best he can to get away. But his best is not good enough.
The alien is hit by a bullet. It doesn’t kill
it, but it knocks it off track, giving Knowle the window of opportunity
to get away.
He sees Scully, standing a few feet away with
the gun in her hands. She and Knowle run back to the Hummer and get
in. Skinner speeds off. Knowle looks out the back window and sees
the aliens taking the little girl he tried to save.
It’s a war zone back there.
He won’t turn this Hummer around for anyone
or anything. Knowle turns to face him.
Go back! She needs our help!
Skinner doesn’t respond he just keeps speeding
As someone higher ranked than you,
I order you to turn around!
She’s as good as gone. (beat)
And do you really think your
rank means shit out here?
Knowle gives him a glare and turns back around
to look back at where he last saw the girl. She’s gone. The aliens
Knowle can’t believe Skinner would just leave
someone behind. Would he do the same to him? To Scully? He lets out
a sigh, holding back what he feels. He couldn’t save that little girl,
no matter how hard he tired. What the fuck do they want with her anyway?
She can’t be more than three years old. She’s an innocent life who
shouldn’t go through whatever they do to the people they’ve taken.
He turns around, having collected himself. He
sees Scully. She’s watching him. Why the hell did she go back for
Don’t you ever risk your life
for mine again. Ever.
She doesn’t say anything to him. She can see
he’s upset. She’ll never leave anyone behind. That’s why she went
back for him, to help him.
Your life isn’t worth losing for mine.
He looks away from her and rubs his forehead
with his hand. He can feel his body in shock from the attack. He’s
cold, but won’t say anything. He can over come it.
(after a beat)
Don’t ever ask me to leave you behind
because you think you're not worth the
risk. (beat) I’d never leave anyone
She turns around to retrieve a bottle of water
from the back. She opens it and hands it to him. She can tell he’s
fighting away shock.
He takes it without looking at her.
We need to fall back. Head south
a bit. Get out of the city.
He’s back in war mode, shutting out what he
feels, the little girl that was taken, and everything that happened.
He has to shut down so he can think clearly.
He sits quietly, starring straight ahead.
EXT. MT. ELBERT, COLORADO – SUMMIT – DAY
SUNDAY, JUNE 11
Monica sits alone, starring forward. The sun
shines down on her. It’s a beautiful June 11th. She watches Brad and
Robert cook meat over a fire they started.
She hasn’t spoken since last night when they
escaped the aliens. She wanted to, but she can’t. She feels shut down
against her will. Unable to communicate. Unable to go under and try
to locate anyone.
She’s heard Brad tell Robert she was probably
dreaming and only dreamt that she saw people dying. But that’s not
true. It can’t be. She took herself under the way her Grandmama had
taught her. She was connected to them – to Knowle. There’s no doubt
in her mind that he, and everyone else is dead. Her mind keeps replaying
She wishes she could talk this out with Brad
or Robert, but she can’t. She feels lifeless, but still alive. Every
time she tries to talk something is blocking her. Something out of
her control. She looks over at her bag and opens it, retrieving the
rock her Grandmama gave her. The strange markings puzzle her. It’s
a mystery to her. Grandmama said this rock was important. She felt
the aliens wanted it. But why? Why does it feel so important?
It’s a strange feeling she gets now that she
looks at it. She feels a close connection to it. Perhaps it is the
reason she has shut down.
Brad comes over to her with some food and water.
You should eat.
She looks into his eyes. He has no idea she’s
been prevented from talking. He has no idea she feels something has
a hold on her. What’s happening to her? Why can’t she communicate?
Can you eat?
He’s worried for her. She hasn’t moved a lot
and could still be in shock from what happened last night. She can’t
I’ll help you.
He smiles at her and she just watches him.
You’re going to be all right.
You’re just in shock right now.
He brushes a strand of hair off her face and
places it behind her ear. He leans in and gives her a kiss on the
forehead, and off Brad not having the slightest idea what is going
on with her, we...