Since "Fox & Rat" has been, well,
A.W.O.L., we bring you...
PREVIOUSLY ON "FOX & RAT": Aliens
have invaded the planet before the estimated time table of June 11,
2006. Knowle and Skinner escaped from the Marine Barracks at Camp
Lejeune, North Carolina just as the aliens initiated their first wave
of attacks, leaving us to believe that Doggett and Shannon were killed
in their massive fireball explosion. Meanwhile, Monica and Brad saw
the end of Grandmama's life hours before a swarm of bees were detered
from a mysterious artifact Grandmama gave Monica on her death bed,
claiming it to be the key... to what, we don't yet know. All the while,
Mulder, Krycek and Marita were locked in the FBI Basement bombshelter,
also know as "The Bunkie", and have been sheltered from
the horrors of alien invasion from above. All the while, Scully is
hiding in her's and John's basement, seeking protection from the alien
invasion and the bee-carrying-virus that has killed off most of the
World's population, only to be saved by Knowle. However, danger lurks
behind her neck in the form of the little implanted chip, as she realizes
the aliens are using it to track her. Forced to remove it, despite
the high risk of developing untreatable cancer, Scully has Knowle
remove the device, and he is still unaware of its fatal doom post-removal.
As if this trauma of facing death weren't horrible enough for Scully,
she believes John to be dead. This is a long re-cap. On the road north
from Grandmama's happy, yet un-electric home, Brad and Monica find
themselves seeking shelter in an abandoned house in Colorado, when
they run into Robert Comer (a former lover of Monica's). While tapping
into the location of Knowle, Skinner and Scully (who had their own
problems in New York City), Monica sees the horrible deaths of her
friends, but has to quickly abandon the vision when aliens attack.
To protect Monica from the aliens and their deadly mind control, the
mysterious artifact shuts her down of verbal communication and prevents
her from using her own mind ability. Meanwhile, Skinner had his own
demons to face from Viet Nam and his own selfish past so he can be
strong enough to survive as faces what could be his own death, but
is miraculously healed by an unknown being in the form of Knowle Rohrer.
All the while, we find out John Doggett, Shannon McMahon, and Charles
Scully survived the initial bombing at Camp Lejeune, but not without
leaving a near deadly scar on the back of John Doggett, who is determined
to find out the fate of his fiancee, Dana. If you've read this far
you don't need glasses. Trusting strangers infiltrate two of our beloved
heroic groups, as the Smoking Man weasles his way into the protection
of Doggett, Shannon and Charles Scully, wanting more from them than
what meets the eye. Meanwhile, an Alien Shapeshifter, Henry Gibbs,
captures Scully and has her taken to what we have come to know as...
an alien Breeding Camp. Can you see why we don't want these long breaks
next season? John Montgomery finds himself seeking refuge in the now
rundown Strughold Research Facility in New York, where he discovers
there were two Syndicates (the good and the bad). The Bad ran an unknown
research project to find ways to fight against alien mind control
abilities, and one of their test subjects was to be Captain William
Scully, Sr., who fortunately died of a heart attack before that could
take place. Meanwhile, Scully is still missing and Knowle and Skinner
find Montgomery, and a good thing for that or else Knowle would die
from a confrontation with Henry Gibbs in his alien form. In seach
for Scully, Skinner heads out to find her fifty-some-odd-days later.
Scully, while captive at the Breeding Camp, endangers her life while
increasing her chance at escaping by allowing one of the Alien Hybrid
babies to almost tear her apart, making it impossible for her to ever
conceive a child of her own. Holy cheeses, this re-cap may be longer
than the episode itself. Just in time for the Holiday season, the
Bunkie doors open, freeing our silly, yet loveable, heroes, who discover
they have to dig their way out. Christmas time isn't exactly holly
jolly for everyone, as Scully spends another Christmas in sadness,
this time reflecting on John. Mulder, Krycek and Marita finally free
themselves and get their first breath of fresh air in nearly six months,
but just in time to be taken by alien forces where mind control tricks
are played against each other, leaving Marita dead by the hand of
Alex Krycek. Split up for the first time since the alien invasion,
Mulder and Krycek find themselves on opposite sides of the country
with amnesia. But Mulder's memory comes back fast when he runs into
is long lost sister, Samantha. Krycek on the other hand isn't as lucky
and finds himself held captive by a group of people who believe he
is a killer and treat him as such. With no hope of his memory coming
back soon or what to expect in this world, we bring you the beginning
INT. SCULLY RESIDENCE Ė LAKE PLACID, NEW YORK
DECEMBER 25, 1993
The warm smell of fresh baked cinnamon rolls
lures Charles Scully (age 21) into the kitchen, just in time to see
his father take the rolls out of the oven.
Smells good, dad.
Captain Scully turns around and smiles at him.
Merry Christmas, son.
He sets the hot cookie sheet on top of the stove.
I thought you wouldíve been up hours
ago and fully dressed for the day. (beat)
Youíll have to do that once you graduate
from West Point.
I thought that since it was Christmas,
Iíd give myself a break.
He grabs a plate from the counter and grabs
for a cinnamon roll.
Men in our Military donít always
have Christmas off, Charles.
He places a hot cinnamon roll on his plate.
Iíve put in a good word for
with the Navy. Theyíre ready to
offer you a position once you grad-
-I told you. Iím going to the Marines.
The Navy is much more dignified.
Think of your future family Ė a
wife and kids. Wonít you want them
to know you are safe? Marines are
the first go to in. They are the
first to die.
Dad, I donít want to argue this
with you again.
Look how successful your brother is.
Yeah, only because you helped him
climb the ladder. I want to do this
on my own. I donít need any help.
I want to be a Marine.
When will you out grow this phase?
Itís not a phase, dad. Do you really
think I wouldíve lasted this long at
West Point if it were a phase?
Iíve always dreamed that both my
boys would be in the Navy. My father
was in the Navy and I followed in
Yeah, and you also wanted Dana to
be a doctor and now sheís an FBI agent.
Captain Scully sighs. He doesnít want to get
into that topic.
Why canít you just be proud of us?
Why do you always want us to be
ďmore like BillĒ? (beat) Weíre
unique individuals. I admire Dana
for doing what she wants to do in life.
Letís not argue this, son. Iím an old
man and if my final day comes sooner than
expected I donít want any regrets.
He leaves the kitchen.
(under his breath)
What an up-beat conversation
for Christmas, dad.
He shakes his head and sighs, then eats his
TIME CUT TO:
INT. CADET BARRACKS Ė WEST POINT, UNITED STATES
JANUARY 6, 1994
Charles Scully lies restless in his bunk. He
woke up an hour ago and hasnít been able to fall asleep. The door
quietly opens and an officer comes in and goes over to his bunk.
Cadet Scully. You need to come with me.
Charles gets up from his bunk.
Whatís going on?
The Dean requests your presence
in his office immediately.
Charles nods his head and follows the officer
to the Deanís office. His mind races. Why on Earth would the Dean
need to see him in the middle of the night? He canít, for the life
of him, recall anything he has done wrong. Perhaps this has something
to do with the constant argument he has with his father about the
Navy and the Marines. He wishes his father would just let him live
his life and let him do what he wants. If he goes into the Deanís
office and there is talk about him and the Navy, heís going to be
They reach the Deanís office and Charles walks
INT. DEANíS OFFICE Ė CONíT
Charles enters the large office and sees the
Dean sitting behind his large oak desk, a somber look on his face.
Have a seat, Cadet Scully.
Charles does as told and sits in one of the
leather seats in front of the Deanís desk.
Iím afraid I have some bad news. (beat)
I just received a call from your mother...
Your father has passed away. He had a heart attack.
Charles is stunned. This is the last thing he
expected to hear. His father was in top-notch form, perfect health.
How could this be?
I have drawn up the paperwork for
your leave so you can attend his
funeral. (beat) I am very sorry for your loss.
Charles nods his head.
Thank you, sir.
He stands up, still in a state of shock. This
canít be true, but it is.
EXT. DOCK Ė DAY
JANUARY 8, 1994
Rain falls from the clouds above. Bobby Darinís
ďBeyond The SeaĒ plays loudly from a boat a couple ways out to sea,
where Captain William Scullyís ashes are being released out to sea.
Charles Scully stands with a black overcoat on and an umbrella above
As a Captain, he was entitled to
burial at Arlington with full ceremony.
This is how he wanted it.
(beat; under breath) Even with
this ridiculous song playing.
Dana snaps a look at her.
You know how much Dad loved this song.
Margaret lets out a sigh.
Charles listens in on his sister and mother
talking. He canít help but hear how unemotional Margaret is on this
day. He eyes her suspiciously. He always had a feeling there was something
off about her.
His eyes change to Dana. A few tears roll down
her cheeks, as she hangs on tightly to a book, ďMoby DickĒ by Herman
Melville. Charles can remember from when he was younger that the book
was Danaís favorite to read with her father. And even Charles himself
enjoyed listening in on them read the book. He knows his sister well
and knows that sheís thinking of the unanswered question she has that
their father never could answer. Did he accept her as an FBI agent?
Of course he did. He always wanted what was best for his children.
Margaret glances down at her watch, not knowing
that Charles has seen her do this.
EXT. MICHIE STADIUM Ė WEST POINT MILITARY ACADEMY
MAY 29, 1994 Ė SUNDAY
Charles Scully stands with a group of men. All
are dressed formally for their graduation from West Point, as the
196th class to graduate from the Military Academy. Charles stands,
almost in awe that this day has come. As the Vice President Gore recites
his speech for nearly twenty minutes, he looks up to the sky, knowing
that his father is looking down at him with pride of his accomplishment.
He finished in the top five of his class. His eyes wander to the crowd
where he sees Dana, Melissa and his brother Bill.
The crowd erupts into a loud applause as the
Class of 1994 is announced. Hats are thrown into the air and his classmates
congratulate one another, hug and shake hands. Charles makes his way
over to his family, getting several pats on the back on his way.
Dana runs up to him and gives him a big hug.
Iím so proud of you.
She pulls away and Bill shakes his hand to congratulate
The Navy awaits you, little brother.
USMC for me.
He smiles proudly.
Look at you. In uniform acting
like a grown up.
Like you wearing an FBI badge
acting like a grown up?
She teasingly punches him in the shoulder.
Dad would be proud.
I know. (beat) Whereís mom?
Melissa looks away, as does Scully. No one wants
to tell him.
She couldnít make it.
Charles looks at him stunned.
Why not? This is the most important
day of my life. Thereís no excuse.
She said she had a business meeting.
Business meeting? Thatís bullshit.
Charlie, watch your language.
Sheís not into any business.
Well, you know mom.
There is a short moment of silence as someone
thinks of a way to change the subject.
Where are you going after this?
Iím heading over to Saudi Arabia.
Iíll be stationed in Dhahran.
Is that safe?
Yeah. Itís pretty quiet over there.
Just be careful. I think we all know
how easily you can get into trouble.
Believe it or not, Iíve actually
learned a little bit of discipline
here at West Point. (beat) I didnít
make top five of the class being a
pain in the ass. (beat) I head out
early next week.
And youíre ready for that?
I wouldnít have graduated if
I werenít ready. Donít worry
about me, ok?
I would ask you to write just
so I know youíre ok, but I know
you better than that. (beat) Youíve
never been much for writing.
Maybe Iíll drop off a postcard or two.
TIME CUT TO:
INT. COL. ROGER J. THOMPSONíS OFFICE Ė KOSOVO,
JUNE 26, 1999 Ė SATURDAY
Roger Thompson sits at his desk reviewing reports
of yesterdayís attacks on the Marines in the area. He runs his hand
through his silver hair and looks up when he hears a knocking on the
Thompson takes off his glasses as Charles Scully
enters his office.
You needed to see me, sir?
Charles Scully stands at attention. He canít
help but wonder what the Colonel could possibly want to see him about.
All he hopes is that this has something to do with a ticket home.
At ease, Sergeant. (beat) What I
called your in for has nothing to
do with the Military.
Charles listen on with curiosity.
Please, have a seat.
Charles sits in the seat in front of his desk.
A file landed on my desk this morning.
(beat) I believe it may be of interest to you.
He slides a closed envelope with ďTOP SECRETĒ
stamped on the outside in big, bold, red letters. Charles picks up
Is this really something the eyes
of a Sergeant should see, sir?
No, but I think you have the right.
Charles eyes him curiously as he starts to open
Much to his surprise, the file contains information
on his father, Captain William Scully, Sr. The more pages he turns
in the folder, the more text is blacked out and unable to read.
Charles looks up.
This is about my father?
Thompson nods his head.
I donít think Iím understanding, sir.
My father died of a heart attack five
years ago. Why would this file be of any
interest to me? I was never really
close to him.
I want you to hold on to that file.
(beat) Maybe youíll find something
in there that might interest you.
Charles looks at him, wondering what heís talking
about. His tone tells him that he knows more than heíll let on. He
looks down at the file again.
Youíre dismissed, Sergeant Scully.
INT. CHICAGO AIRPORT Ė NIGHT
JANUARY 22, 2007
Charles sits alone on his bunk. Heís deep in
thought, trying to figure things out. He has the old top secret folder
laying open on his bed. Some of the pages look as if the text has
been revived from being blacked out. In one hand, he holds a piece
of paper with locations listed. Locations such as: Berlin, Germany;
Shandong Sheng, China; Moscow, Russia; Perth, Australia, and more.
Some of the locations have a red line marked through them. A map lays
on his lap with circles and other markings over some of the locations.
Charles looks at the top secret papers and then
writes something down on the piece of paper with the locations listed.
He writes: ďAntarctica?Ē.
John Doggett stands in the doorway, watching
Charles for a moment.
Planning out our next Military move?
Doggett startles him and he look up at him,
then back down at the mess of papers in front of him.
Uh... no. Just some personal work.
Charles start to close up all the documents
as Doggett makes his way over the bunk. Doggett spots the top secret
Top secret? I didnít think such a
level of secrecy existed anymore.
Itís an old file.
Mind if I ask what itís about? Youíve
been staring at it all day.
Just something to do with family.
Doggett immediately gets worried. Danaís his
family. Is it something to do with her?
Not about Dana, is it?
No, not Dana. My parents. Well,
my father anyway. (beat) And a
bit about my stepmother.
Stepmother? I thought Margaret was...
Oh hell no. Sheís not related
to me by any biological means.
My real mother died when I was
born. Apparently there were ďcomplicationsĒ.
Charles does the quotation marks with his fingers.
Doggett looks at him confused.
Margaret was a nurse at the hospital
where I was born. She was put in charge
of my mother when she was having me.
You believe she did something?
Itís not ďbeliefĒ, itís fact. (beat)
She poisoned my mother so she could
get closer to my father.
Iím not really sure, but she was
sent to infiltrate the family.
According to a source, she was working
with some kind of Syndicate and was
supposed to have my father entered
into some kind of test. But then he
died in 1994, right before all of this
was to happen. (beat) Between you and me,
I have reason to believe my father faked
his death. Iíve been all over the world
trying to locate him. I felt I was getting
close when I was called to duty to Camp Lejeune.
Doggett canít believe what heís hearing. This
guy is more paranoid than Mulder and his geeky computer friends, the
(after a beat)
You think Iím nuts.
I just canít believe it. I mean,
Danaís told me about her father.
She was at the hospital. Saw his
dead body. Attended his funeral.
He shakes his head.
I just canít believe that he
would fake his death.
Well, youíre entitled to your
own belief, but if you were tipped
off about being entered into a testing
project that he was going to be subjected
to, youíd fake your death as well.
But you believe your father
may still be alive?
Thereís a chance. I donít know for sure.
Doggett shakes his head. He canít believe this.
(changing the subject)
Anyway... I came to tell you that
itís your shift for guard duty.
Charles looks at his watch and nods his head.
Until 0600 hours, right?
Doggett nods his head.
Shannon will relieve you
of duty at that time.
Charles nods, picks up his gun and leaves the
INT. HALLWAY Ė CONíT
Charles slowly makes his way down the hallway
and towards the location where he will be in position to guard the
others to be ready incase someone or something comes to attack.
He takes a seat outside the Airport and looks
around. All seems quiet. Looks like there will be no dangers tonight.
He lays the gun next to him, then digs around in his back pocket with
his hand, pulling out his wallet.
He quickly looks around again to make sure no
one is around as he pulls out a Polaroid photograph of a young Asian
woman and a little Asian girl, who looks no older than three years
old. The photograph is recent, the colors still bright. The busy streets
of New York City are behind them and they both have smiles as they
enjoy their first time in America.
Charles runs his hand over the image. Worry
fills his eyes as he goes off in his own mind, remembering his past.
EXT. STREETS OF QINGDAO, SHANDONG SHENG, CHINA
SEPTEMBER 9, 1999
Bobby Darinís ďGoodbye CharlieĒ plays from inside
one of the shops that line the busy street of Qingdao. Charles Scully
walks through the crowd, stopping when he hears the song. Itís unusual
to hear Bobby Darin in a store in the United States, but even more
unusual to hear it in a small shop in Qingdao, China.
He enters the shop out of pure curiosity. His
father was a big fan of Bobby Darin and the most recent information
he received from his source, Roger Thompson, was that there was a
possibility that his father was in China, in the Shandong Sheng region.
The shop is a small jewelry store. All the jewelry
looks to be authentic from the locals. Charles looks around, but cannot
find the owner of the store. However, from the back he hears a man
talking in Chinese. He makes his way to find the man, but stops when
he peers through a small crack in the doorway. He sees that a man
is holding a knife to a young womanís throat. Though Charles doesnít
understand Chinese, he can tell the man means whatever it is that
heís saying. The young woman has tears coming from her eyes and seems
to be pleading to him in Chinese.
Charles looks away. The woman is in obvious
distress and needs help. He thinks, then walks a few steps away from
the doorway and calls out:
Maybe if he sounds like a dumb tourists he can
get the man out in the open and help that girl. If not, then heíll
have to resort to a fist fight.
The talking from the back quiets down. Charles
strains to peer through the crack in the doorway, but itís hard for
him to see whatís going on from the distance heís at.
A moment later a man comes out. Heís dressed
all in black and has his hair slicked back. He looks like a true bad-ass
in Charlesís mind.
What you want?
(like a tourist)
Hi. Iím looking for some
jewelry to bring back for
my sisters. You see, Iím visiting
Qingdao on business and wanted
Iím sorry. We are closed.
Charles looks back at the door.
Iím sorry. You must forgive my
ignorance. I donít speak nor read
Chinese, so I apologize if your sign
says you are closed-
No time for your ignorance!
Get out of my store!
I donít think so. You see,
I may be a dumb American, but
I saw that you had a knife to
a young ladyís thr-
You will truly be dumb American
to stay here. (beat) Now I suggest
you leave and donít come back.
Well, call me a reckless cowboy,
but I think Iíd like to check and
make sure the lady is all right.
Charles starts to make his way to the back of
the shop, but is stopped when the man pulls a gun on him.
I think you better leave, Cowboy.
Charles looks at him, and then the gun.
You donít even know how to
use that. Youíve left the safety on.
Charles points to the gun. The man looks down
at his gun to see if Charles is telling the truth. And for that split
second opportunity, Charles manages to kick the gun out of the manís
hand. The gun falls to the floor. Unfortunately for Charles, the man
is a master of the martial arts and kicks him across the face, dropping
him to the floor.
Suddenly, a gun goes off, catching both Charles
and the man off guard. They both turn their attention to the other
side of the room where the gun slid to and see the young Asian woman
who was in the back room. She looks at the man and points the gun
at him, saying something to him in Chinese that gets the man to move
away from Charles with his hands up.
She makes her way over to Charles to make sure
he is all right. She keeps one eye on the other man, never taking
her aim off of him.
Charles nods his head, slowly getting up to
his feet. The woman turns her full attention back to the man and says
something to him in Chinese again. She then takes Charles by the arm
and leads him out of the store.
Are you all right?
Iím fine. What did you
think you were doing?
I was helping you.
Why? You donít know me.
Doesnít matter. I saw him put
a knife to your throat.
She stops and looks up at him. Heís much taller
than she is.
You are not like other American boys
Iíve met who are tourist. They never
help a woman in trouble.
The nameís Charles. Charles Scully.
He extends his hand to her.
Yao Lin. You call me Lin, ok?
She shakes his hand.
So, who was that guy?
Someone who put my family into big trouble.
What kind of trouble?
The kind of trouble with underground
government. What is this called?
Yes, like the mob. I went to pay
off a debt my father has and they
say it not enough now. Raise price
on market where my father sells fish.
(beat) I heard you say you saw him
put knife to me. You donít understand Chinese?
No, I donít know Chinese.
So you travel through China not
knowing Chinese? How do you do this?
You should learn Chinese. Very easy.
I plan on learning it soon.
After you go back to Cowboy America?
(beat) Why you here anyway? It not
Long story about going AWOL
from the United States Military.
What is ďAWOLĒ?
Military lingo for being absent
That is illegal?
You are criminal?
No, not a criminal. Just a
man searching for someone.
You found me. I am someone.
She smiles at him, and he smiles back. Sheís
not the person he was looking for, but he canít complain. Sheís beautiful
and definitely has a charm that catches his attention.
Maybe it was fate that I ran into you.
I think so. You save me, but my
family still in trouble.
Maybe I can help. I can
lend your family some money.
Oh no. My father would never
accept. Too much pride. (beat)
Besides, he has arranged for me
to marry a friend of his who has
money. This how he hides his shame
of taking money. By marrying me off
to old farmer. I like younger man,
like you. (beat) You say you looking
for someone. Who? Maybe I help you.
Iím looking for my father. He disappeared
nearly six years ago by faking his own death.
Lin stops him.
Wait. You looking for gu-ay?
Lin thinks about what the word means in English.
It means, um. Casper?
No, no. Heís not dead, he just
pretended to be dead.
Long story about betrayal and
Oh. He had problem like my family then?
Not exactly... itís complicated.
Life never simple. (beat) You
look hungry, and I good cook.
You come with me, ok?
She smiles at him. Charles nods his head.
Just donít tell my grandmother you
looking for gu-ay, ok? She
sees everything as omen and sheíll
lock me in my room because you
bad omen and then when I
get married I will have bad omen
over my wedding and somehow her
crops wonít grow and she will
lose all her teeth. And all
this will be my mistake. (beat)
Does this man you look for have name?
Heís my father. William Scully.
She shakes her head.
No. I donít know him.
You say your father is a fisherman?
Yes, that right. He try to sell
his fish in market, but now
we have problems.
My father was a Navy Captain.
Yes, I know U.S. Navy. They
friendly to my father. (beat)
What makes you think he alive
and living in Qingdao?
I got a tip from someone while I was in
Kosovo. He gave me a file with a lot of
holes to fill. I started out in Germany,
but that was just a dead end.
I hope you find him. And maybe
my father know him.
She smiles at him, wraps her arm in his and
leads him down the street to where her family lives.
We have small house. Nothing like
big American houses. We very poor.
Not rich like you.
You think Iím rich?
You travel to China just
to search for your father.
(beat) You know how many places
I visited in my life?
Just Qingdao and other close
towns. I stay and help family.
I only dream of traveling world
like you. (beat) Turn here. We live
down this small road.
Lin leads him down a small, narrow road and
into an area occupied by the poor part of Qingdao.
This my home. Not what you
expect in tourist town, huh?
It looks nice.
She smiles, hearing the sincerity in his voice.
Suddenly an older woman comes up to them. She
speaks frantically in Chinese to Lin. The woman seems horrified at
what she tells Lin. Lin responds back in Chinese, leaving Charles
clueless. He can tell, however, that whatever has happened is not
good and seems to affect Lin directly. The older woman points in the
direction of a small doorway, Linís home.
She says theyíve killed my family.
Lin quickly runs towards her home, not wanting
to believe what the older woman has to say. She opens the door to
her home and runs in. Charles follows, not sure if its safe for her
to enter alone.
He enters after her to see a bloody mess all
over the room. Lin has stopped dead in her tracks.
They kill them.
Charles looks around in disbelief. Lin turns
to face him, meeting his eyes.
They kill me next unless I
get out of China.
Who did this? We can put
a stop to them-
No we canít. You donít understand.
They dangerous. Look what they did.
Tears have filled her eyes. She shakes her head
and starts to head for the door.
They probably wait for me. My
father couldnít get out of debt
with them. This is punishment.
I can help you.
How? You canít even speak Chinese.
I can get you out of China.
I canít leave China. I love
my home. My whole family live here.
Lin looks down, knowing its not safe for her
to stay in China. She shuts her eyes and takes a deep breath, then
nods her head.
You right. I have to go. (beat)
They come back for me.
Charles holds his hand out to her and she takes
it. He leads her away from her home.
EXT. CHICAGO AIRPORT Ė NIGHT
Charles looks down at the photograph of Lin
and the little Asian girl. He folds the picture up and puts it away
in his wallet. He lets out a yawn and rubs his eyes. Heís more tired
than he thought. Of course, heís been working all day on that file
again. Itís something he revisits every so often. He checks his watch.
Four more hours until Shannon is supposed to relieve him of his duty.
He lets out a sigh and shakes his head really fast to wake himself
He picks up his gun and gets himself back on
guard, when out of nowhere he is hit hard over the head. He falls
over and looks up to see a man he doesnít recognize. The man lets
out a scream and lashes out at him, and before he knows it he blacks
SMASH TO BLACK
DOGGETT (OVER BLACK)
Over here! Heís got a pulse!
SLOW BLUR IN:
Charles can vaguely make out John Doggett hovering
Doggett looks down at him.
Charles? Can you hear me?
Charles blinks his eyes and his vision clears.
Shannon comes up to them.
What the hell happened?
Some crazy fuckers hit us hard.
Charles slowly sits up.
Take it easy, soldier.
How hard were we hit?
Weíve suffered many casualties.
Weíre still doing the body count.
Weíve got a lot of people severely injured.
Were they aliens?
No. Humans this time.
Charles looks up at him.
Why the hell would they attack us?
You shouldíve seen Ďem. Mad as
all hell. Crazy fuckers they were.
Shot a few of Ďem and they just
kept goiní, as if they didnít even
notice. Hell, they looked like they
were rabid, or something. Ruthless fuckers.
Charles looks around the area. The building
itself is not destroyed, but the interior is a bloody mess. Windows
smashed and dead bodies everywhere.
Iím surprised they didnít kill you.
They probably thought you were
already dead. Mustíve ruined
the fun for Ďem.
Charles slowly gets up without a word and walks
over to where the blood and dead bodies are. He stops dead in his
tracks. His heart skips a few beats and his face pales with shock.
Some of the bodies have skin torn off, an arm
remains on its own.
What the hell hit us?
He hasnít seen anything this bad since he was
in China. Even then, it wasnít as bad as this. This... there are no
words to describe it.
Doggett comes up to him.
Look how the skin was removed. It
couldnít have been done with a blade.
(beat) What the hell happened...?
Weíve got survivors over here.
Doggett leads him away from the dead and over
to where the Cigarette-Smoking Man is helping some of the wounded.
He is wounded as well with a deep gash down his arm and across his
face. He looks up at them.
How is she, Michael?
Thereís not much I can do for her.
He stands up. Shannon joins them.
We need to get as far away from
this place as we can. Maybe head
off towards the East or something.
Or head in a more northern direction.
Itís far too dangerous here.
We canít just leave. Not with the
amount of wounded we have. Itís
And weíre certainly not going to run
and hide. Fuck no! Weíre stronger than
that. Besides, these attacks were not by
the aliens. They were humans. We have to
find out what kind of shit happened to them
to make them attack us the way they did.
And how exactly are we going to do that?
Go up to them and ask them? That would be
a suicide mission, Shannon.
Not if youíve got the balls to do it, like me.
Weíre not thinking rationally here. We
canít just go up to them. We know
nothing about them.
What we need to do is secure this
airport, soldiers. (beat) John said
before that weíve got wounded here that
canít travel, which means we canít risk
infiltrating them like you want to. We
have to lay low, get stronger and find
a way to safely maneuver without risking
any further attacks.
I say we just find these fuckers
and blow them to shit.
I know, and thatís stupid.
I still say we get out of here.
Weíre staying, but we need to
secure this airport. (beat) You
guys know best how to do that, I
was out cold. (beat) Now get to work.
Charles walks off to go talk with the remaining
survivors. There arenít many left at all, just a handful. All their
work to find others and then this kind of attack happens, and from
humans. It just doesnít make sense why they would be attacked so ruthlessly.
The Cigarette-Smoking Man approaches Charles.
Charles, may I have a word with you?
Of course, Michael, what is it?
Itís about your judgment call
to stay here at the airport.
Charles shakes his head. He doesnít want to
Michael, we have too many wounded.
Youíve seen that for yourself. Thereís
no way we can travel in these conditions.
I know. But weíre too close to
our enemies if we stay here. We
have to leave and get as far away-
I was told once by a very wise man
to keep our enemies closer. We donít
know what itís like out of Chicago. It
could be worse. (beat) Right now, the
best thing to do is to stay where we are
and secure the airport. I need you to
help the wounded. They need you. (beat)
I understand that you are scared. We all
are. This is a world where nothing is
as it seems.
If only he really knew who the Smoking Man was...
Weíre all trying to make the best
out of this situation as we can.
Charles gives him a reassuring pat on the shoulder
and walks off. The Smoking Man watches him leave. These people arenít
helping his mission of finding Scully. Theyíre nowhere close. Even
John Doggett canít help him. Perhaps heís wasting his time with them.
Perhaps he has to start finding his own way...
TIME CUT TO:
INT. CHICAGO AIRPORT Ė MORNING
JANUARY 23, 2007
THE NEXT DAY
Charles sits, listening to Shannon.
Iím serious. If we continue to
lay low but stay blinded, then
weíre more vulnerable than before.
(beat) Humans attacked us with a
force I never knew was possible by man.
I think itís vital to our survival to
find out as much as we can about them.
Knowledge is power, Charles.
I agree with you Shannon, but
what worries me is how many we
lost from that attack. We canít
afford to lose anymore.
Listen, you were out. I saw all
that happened and if I could just
learn more I really think we can
better protect ourselves.
You canít go alone.
Then I wonít. Iíll take
you or John.
And leave the otherís defenseless?
Sure, weíve taught them a lot, but
Iím not sure they are ready to defend
themselves alone. (beat) We lost too many.
At least consider what Iím saying.
Charles stands up and walks away, not noticing
that his top secret file fell out of his bag. Shannon looks down at
it. Her curiosity piqued. She watches Charles walk off and picks up
the file, opening to view the contents. She raises an eyebrow upon
seeing who the file is about. She looks back up at Charles, as if
something is clicking in her mind.
Doggett runs up to Charles.
Have you seen Michael?
Not since last night. He was
helping some of the wounded.
I havenít been able to find
him anywhere and there are
some people who saw him leave the
base last night with a bag. (beat)
Heís gone, Charles.
Charles looks him over, sensing his urgency.
Its Kate... her health is falling.
Without wasting a moment, Charles and Doggett
head down to where they are keeping the wounded.
A man, with wounds, is holding the hand of a
young woman, Kate. He looks up at Charles and Doggett.
Sheís not responding.
Charles and Doggett kneel down next to her.
Kevin moves out of the way, but stands back to watch. The look of
worry never fades from his face.
Sheís not breathing. Does she
have any allergies?
None that I know of.
Her throat has closed up.
John, give me your knife.
But sterilize it first.
Doggett pulls out his knife and starts to search
his pockets for a match or a lighter. He has none. Kevin quickly hands
him a lighter from his pocket.
Doggett hands him the knife. Charles looks around
and spots a pen on the ground.
Give me that pen over there.
Kevin turns and finds the pen, picks it up and
hands it to Charles.
John, hold her please.
Doggett does as heís told.
When I was younger my sister
left her medical books laying
He talks to keep himself from panicking.
I used to always read them because
I figured if I was going to be in
the Army it would do me some good
to know a bit about how to save people.
No one really listens to him.
Guess that came into use.
Charles finishes and Kate starts to breath.
Its only temporary, but itíll do.
Shannon stands behind them holding the file
Charles left behind.
(breaking the silence)
Charles. May I talk to you?
Charles looks up at her, his eyes fall to the
file in her hands.
Charles stands up.
Thank you, Charles.
Charles nods his head and walks over to Shannon.
What is it?
Shannon doesnít say anything, but turns and
leaves the room, knowing heíll follow her.
INT. HALLWAY Ė CONíT
You dropped this upstairs and
I couldnít help but read it.
She hands the file back to him and he takes
You know something about this?
Iím not sure, but some of it
seems a bit familiar.
You see, I used to date this General
who told me about how he was helping
a man find a Navy Captain who faked
his own death. (beat) Said he was even
working with him.
Shannon nods her head.
Yes. (beat) Roger never told me the
Navy Captainís name, but I read the
entire file and I think I can help
you fill in the holes.
Charles listens eagerly.
Now, I donít know how accurate Rogerís
information was at the time, but he said
this Captain was working in Antarctica.
Antarctica. Doing what?
I donít know. Roger never went
into much detail about his work there.
(beat) Chances are, the place has been
destroyed by now. (beat) But Iím going
to out rank you a bit and order you to
go find your father.
Because Roger once told me that this
Navy Captain was very important. Of
course I questioned why he never told
you where your father was, but... I
guess he had his reasons.
Charles looks down at the file. Why now? Why
during this time does he find out where his father is?
I canít leave. Not now. You
guys need me.
John and I are very capable Marines.
I donít even know if heís alive.
I canít go now. Not after the
attack we got last night.
Charles, Iím ordering you to go
because I trust what Roger told me.
(beat) Maybe your father is alive,
and maybe heís important to our survival.
(beat) So yes, Iím ordering you to go find him.
But weíve lost so many-
-And maybe itís good to travel
in smaller numbers, Sergeant Major.
(beat) Besides, Iíve seen you looking
through that file all day yesterday.
Itís on your mind. (beat) A distracted
Marine is a dead Marine, right?
Charles nods his head. Sheís right.
Iíll tell John. Go pack whatever
you need. Food, water, weapons...
And what do I do when I find him?
Iím guessing heíll know what to do.
And if heís dead and I never find him?
One step at a time, right? Youíre
a smart man. Youíll figure things out.
She turns and leaves him alone in the hallway.
TIME CUT TO:
EXT. WILDERNESS Ė INDIANA Ė NIGHT
Charlesís legs burn from walking all day and
all night. His mind is exhausted from being alert for two enemies:
the aliens and those humans that attacked them the night before. He
travels lightly with a pack on his back and a gun in his hand. A canteen
of water dangles from the pack on his back. He makes his way to a
large tree a few steps away. This will be a good place to rest for
the night. This area is quiet, still, abandoned. He just hopes this
isnít another calm before the storm.
He slowly takes the pack off his back and leans
it up against the tree, then sits and leans back, shutting his eyes.
He knows he canít sleep, but a little rest wonít hurt him. Heíll have
a hell of a day tomorrow once that blazing sun rises in the East.
He inhales deeply and clears his mind of thoughts
of war, death and suffering. He exhales slowly to help his body and
mind relax. He thinks back to a happier time. A time when things were
right in the world. A time when his life was finally becoming the
life he always wanted.
He can almost hear the traffic of New York City.
He can almost smell the city air, the hotdog stands. He can hear the
people talking on their cell phones, walking in uncomfortable high
heel shoes to their places of business. He can hear the honking of
cab cars stuck in the lunch hour traffic jam. He can see, clear as
day, the bright smile of his wife, Lin, as she spends her first full
day in the United States. He can hear his little daughter, Lilly,
giggle from excitement of the big city. In all her three years of
life she has never seen such a place.
How about I get a picture of
you two in front of Times Square?
With that old Polaroid camera?
When will you upgrade to digital
like everyone else?
She smiles at him while holding Lilly in her
arms. Charles points his camera at his wife and daughter as they both
smile for the camera, enjoying their first time in the United States.
Maybe one day.
What about you? Donít you want
me to take your picture?
Nah, Iíve been here before.
Well maybe I think you look
decent for once and want that
captured in a photo.
A man standing by them over hears their conversation,
it is Danny Taylor, Monica Reyesís former FBI partner.
He approaches them.
I couldnít help over hearing,
but I can take your picture.
Charles looks from the stranger to his priceless
Polaroid camera. Danny takes notice and pulls out his FBI badge.
Iím with the FBI, so if I steal
it you can report me.
All right. I guess we could
have a picture of all of us
You can send it to your sister, Dana.
Iím sure sheíll love to see your family.
Yeah, and I should write one interesting
letter about how Iím married with a daughter.
Charles poses with Lin and Lilly as Danny takes
Thank you very much.
He hands the Polaroid camera back to Charles
and goes on his way. Lin comes up to view the image as it becomes
There, you look nice and weíll
always have proof of that.
She kisses him on the cheek just as his cell
phone rings, interrupting their day. Charles looks at his phone, seeing
the number, he knows this isnít good news. Itís the United States
Military calling him to duty.
The memory slowly fades from his mind of the
last time he was with his family. He slowly opens his eyes, seeing
before him the open wilderness of Indiana. Heís on a daring mission
to find his father. Shannon confirmed that he could possibly be in
Antarctica and thatís a long ways away. He doesnít even know what
to expect when he gets there. Is there life down there? Is his father
still alive? He faces so many unanswered questions, but how is that
any different from staying at the airport in Chicago?
All his life Charles had gone with the flow.
Been adrift in a world of adventure. Heíd only just begun to settle
down when he moved his wife and daughter to New York City from a small,
unknown village in China. Maybe his life was never supposed to be
in one place, but always moving, always in a new location. Ever since
General Thompson gave him his fatherís file, he was constantly going
AWOL. Heís determined now to find his father and have this be the
last time he goes absent without leave...
INT. COLORADO CAVE Ė THAT SAME NIGHT
Monica feels the weight of the world on her
shoulders, yet there is nothing she can do. She quietly writes in
her journal by the dim light the artifact gives off for her. Across
the way, Brad and Robert are sound asleep.
She often feels helpless, useless. Its as if
Brad and Robert donít want her to do anything to help. They must be
feeling some kind of obligation to make sure she is safe. Theyíve
always been that way with her. Sheltering her. Never letting her live
free or be herself. She appreciates how helpful they are, but they
never really try to see if sheís doing all right, or if she knows
a better way of doing something.
She can sense that they see her as someone with
a disability. She lost her means to verbally communicate, and they
see her as if she has no strength to defend herself, or take care
One again, she finds herself wanting independence
from them. Itís why she left Brad in New York. Itís why she left Robert
in New Orleans. And itís why she left Brad again before they were
to be married. They are men who want a woman to take care of, not
a woman who is free to be herself.
Robert has always tried to be understanding
of her, more so than Brad. But then again, Brad has always had his
mind grounded with skepticism. Brad never could accept what happened
to her after the Facility. For a time, neither could she. Both wanted
to return to normal as soon as possible, but eventually reality caught
up to them. He couldnít deal with her ability, thinking that medicating
her was the way to help her. He never saw what she really needed.
While he couldnít deal with how she was now, she didnít need his lack
of understanding in her life. She moved out and was starting to get
her life back in order when the aliens started their attack.
And now, she finds herself right back where
she left off with both of them.
Both men have feelings for her, and she for
them. But her feelings are different. She canít return her feelings
for them how they would like her to. Sheís moved on, to take a step
backwards would be wrong and dishonest with herself. Itís what sheís
always done. After she left Brad in New York she returned to him when
she moved to Washington, D.C. After what happened to her at the Facility,
she considered leaving Brad for Robert because he didnít know what
happened to her. Even now, he doesnít know what happened to her at
Recently, she has felt that Robert is wanting
back into her heart like they were in New Orleans. After he almost
died and was healed by the mysterious artifact, heís looked at her
differently. She can sense he faced his own death and in that moment
saw what he regretted in life. He even told her that he loves her.
She loves him too, but not in the way he wants
and hopes she will love him.
During all of this time, she can feel that Brad
wants her back too.
Sheís back where she left off with them - needing
to move on, and them not getting over what she needs in life. They
both want back into her heart, and they both ignore what she wears
around her neck: Knowle Rohrerís dog tags. She hasnít taken them off
since he gave them to her the day he was called to active duty and
had to report to Camp Lejeune.
Brad and Robert donít seem to acknowledge the
dog tags at all. Perhaps they donít see them as being important to
her like she does. They were always a little selfish in their feelings
and in their views. Almost as if she were an after thought. Much like
how she feels now. They make the decisions. They make the calls and
she has to follow them because she has nowhere else to go.
If it were up to her, sheíd leave this cave.
Maybe itís a feeling of claustrophobia, but she feels uneasy being
down here. Perhaps itís why she feels like the weight of the world
is on her shoulders.
The one thing she wishes she could do is go
east to Virginia. Find Knowle like she promised him she would.
Monica looks down at the artifact. Itís dimly
lit, reflecting her mood. It tends to do that. They have told her
that when she sleeps the light it gives off glows dimly. When sheís
awake, it is brighter.
She wishes she knew what this rock was for.
Every time she thinks about it, her Grandmamaís words enter her head.
ďIt is the keyĒ. To what, she still has to discover.
This artifact is in tune with her body and mind.
It is protecting her. She can still remember the night she lost her
ability to speak and use her psychic gift. She could feel it calm
and relax her body and mind, temporarily putting her in Ė what seemed
like Ė a dead state.
She finds peace that this artifact has taken
away her gift, but some days she wishes she could have it back, just
to use her gift for a short time to know if the others are all right
and where they are. Her last vision of them was death, but that canít
be true. She refuses to believe what she saw. Perhaps the aliens were
playing tricks on her. If they were dead sheíd know it, sheíd feel
Monica stops writing and closes her journal.
She quietly gets up, grabs her bag, the artifact and her journal.
She walks over to where they are sleeping. She quietly sets her journal
down next to Brad, along with a flashlight near his hand.
She has to leave this cave. She feels it is
her purpose. She can no longer hide down in this cave while the world
dies around them. She wishes she could bring them with her, but she
feels she canít. Theyíd just make her come back into the cave where
nothing is getting accomplished.
With just her bag and the artifact she starts
to leave the cave. This artifact has purpose up where the world is
suffering. She knows itíll be dangerous, but she feels protected by
the artifact. It gives her a strength she canít describe and the time
has come for her find her purpose.