PREVIOUSLY ON “FOX & RAT”... Monica leaves Brad
and Comer who go in search of her, only to get captures by Coleman
and are now reunited with Krycek. The Smoking Man takes Monica away
from Coleman’s group to save her, knowing Coleman will kill her. Doggett
and Shannon radio with Mulder and Samantha and make their way to Long
Island, but are caught by Knowle and Skinner who believed they were
aliens trying to infiltrate their group again. Scully's cancer is
getting worse and she accepts her impending death, until she finds
Doggett alive and well. She now faces her death, knowing no one will
be there waiting for her when she passes.
The opening notes of Borodin's "Notturno" from
string Quartet No. 2 in D starts to play, slowly fading up...
INT. LONDON AIRLINES FLIGHT 194 - COCKPIT –
The night is cloudless. The pilot and co-pilot
are talking, in low whispers not to be heard as “Notturno” softly,
Eerily, we move past the two men, pulling back
through the curtains and switching angle to reveal a Stewardess preparing
the refreshment cart. “Notturno” continues, as muffled voices from
the passengers of Flight 194 become distant sounds. The Stewardess
begins to serve the passengers. She hands some coffee to a young couple,
newly weds, obviously celebrating their new life together.
She continues down the aisle, making her way
towards aisle twenty-seven. She seems to walk slowly, as time seems
to slow, prolonging the present events soon to be interrupted.
To the left, an old couple - the man is sleeping
the best he can, while his wife watches the in flight movie. She gently
takes hold of his hand and gives it a little squeeze.
Across from this happy couple of many years
are two businessmen. They are discussing important documents that
are laid out in front of them. Government identification badges are
visibly pinned to their suits. Across from them sleeps a little girl,
cuddled up against the window, holding onto a teddy bear that is missing
an eye from years of love. The stewardess covers her with a blanket.
The two men glance over and watch, then continue with their conversation.
“Notturno” continues and is abruptly stopped
when the plane loses all power.
MATCH CUT TO:
EXT. SOUTH SHORE, LONG ISLAND BEACH – THE MULDER
MAY 12, 2007
Mulder and Samantha come out of their make-shift
tent, just in time to see an airplane being pulled down into the Atlantic
ocean. Samantha’s ears are covered from the loudness of the crashing
plane. Both stare in wide-eye wonderment. The plane doesn’t sink slowly,
rather, it is pulled under into the depth of the ocean.
What the hell was that?
What the hell would an airplane be
doing in the sky? Mulder’s mind races. What could this mean?
He’s mesmerized by the event. It was so peculiar.
It almost... it was almost as if
it were pulled down by something.
He slowly starts to walk towards the ocean.
Samantha stays behind. She’s frightened. Airplanes shouldn’t be in
the sky anymore, and they certainly shouldn’t be pulled out
of the sky.
Something’s out there.
His eyes remain focused on the ocean. His mind
remembering back to a case that has been closed for seven years.
I once investigated this case about
an airplane that did just that – crash
into the Atlantic ocean. (beat) Air traffic
control reported that moments before it
vanished from their screens it appeared
to be hovering. Then it just plunged straight
into the ocean below.
Mulder is oblivious to his sister’s fear of
what just happened. He’s in a world all his own...
I was in a plane crash about a
year ago. We didn’t hover, but
seemed to be pulled down by a
magnetic force. I think it was
caused by a chip in Scully’s neck.
Are you saying I crashed the plane?
No... Flight 194 was crashed because
of a little girl on the flight with
a chip in her neck. (beat) Remember
you said you were abducted by good
aliens? Maybe the bad aliens have been
crashing the planes.
So you’re saying that bad aliens
are in the water?
There goes her belief that “Signs” was right
and that the water would be safe for them.
Mulder turns away from her and looks out at
It’s something I’ve always wondered.
Ever since Flight 194 went down seven
years ago. I never got a chance to
check it out myself.
Fox, we’re forgetting one minor detail.
He turns to face his sister once again.
The airplane was in the sky. Why would
someone be flying a commercial airliner
when the aliens have invaded our planet?
Alien spacecrafts occupy the sky, not airplanes.
Mulder doesn’t know what to say. He doesn’t
have an answer for her. He looks back out at the ocean.
I don’t know, but we need to find out.
(beat) I need to know what happened...
A mission is in his head. Maybe he can find
survivors of the crash and figure out what happened and why they were
in the sky. Off his distant look out at the ocean...
INT. ROOM – COLORADO
Alex Krycek lies in his bed, restless, looking
at the picture of Marita. His finger runs over her image, his mind
races to recall his life. He looks over at Brad, he’s not asleep either
and stares up at the ceiling. Obviously, he’s in deep thought. About
what, Krycek can only wonder. His eyes find the rock with the strange
markings. The other man Brad came with, Robert Comer, said that it
might be able to help them escape. They need to escape.
Coleman’s been horrible to everyone, and Krycek
fears that the situation will only get worse. He’s been showing a
vicious side no one’s ever seen before. They’ve only heard the rumors
of the dead bodies he keeps in a locked room. Why doesn’t he bury
them? Why doesn’t he care about the living?
Then there’s been talk about how Coleman used
to reside at this mental institution and that’s how he got so many
people to follow him. He was probably some cult leader who would persuade
the weak minded into joining him on his “crusade” or what ever he
thinks he’s doing.
The number of people working for Coleman out
in the trenches have diminished considerable. Not from natural death,
but by the hand of Coleman and his men. They have killed innocent
men for no reason. Anyone is a target.
Outside the room, Krycek hears muffled talking.
He can’t make out what is being said, but recognizes one of the voices
as that of Gravedigger, Coleman’s right hand man. He turns his head
slightly, not lifting it from his pillow to look at the door in the
hopes of hearing the conversation better.
The door opens and Krycek quickly looks away,
hiding the fact that he is awake. He shuts his eyes, and carefully
hides the picture of Marita.
Gravedigger enters the room, picking up one
of the weaker men near by and dragging him out of the room.
If anyone is awake, they don’t let it be known.
Now is a time to sleep and disobeying Coleman’s orders could get you
killed. Krycek opens his eyes again when he hears the door shut. He
looks over at Brad, who is looking in the direction of the door.
We can’t let this continue.
There’s nothing we can do.
This is happening more
and more often, Brad. (beat)
We have to do something. (beat)
I mean, what about that woman I
spoke with, Monica? What about her?
We don’t know if she’s all right. We
don’t even know if she’s alive anymore.
We need to do something.
Keep your voice down. Do
you want to get us killed?
I just don’t understand how
you can lay there and just let
this continue to happen. (beat)
It’s not right. None of this is.
If we don’t do something now...
It’ll be too late to do anything at all.
Krycek sits up and puts his feet on the floor.
Brad looks at him with wide eyes. Is he trying to get himself killed?
What in god’s name are you doing?
I can’t just sit here and let
innocent people die.
He stands. Brad can’t believe what he’s doing.
He’s never seen Krycek act in an unselfish manner.
I’m going with or without you.
He walks towards the door and cautiously peeks
out into the hallway – the coast is clear and safe to leave. He feels
a presence behind him. He turns his head to see Brad has followed
Thought you weren’t coming.
I couldn’t let you go
alone. You may need help.
I thought you were worried
that if we do this we could
You don’t get anywhere without
taking a risk. I want out, you
are determined to do this so-
- So two heads are better than one.
You sound like Mulder.
You lived with him.
Lived…? Him…? Am I-
- Gay? (beat) There were rumors
around the water cooler at work.
No damning evidence has ever… no…
there has been damning evidence but
you and Marita… it’s… it’s… almost…
It’s hard to define your relationship
Krycek has a weird look on his face.
Anyway… we have to get out of
this place. We can discuss my life later…
Krycek is hesitant to know more about his relationship
with Mulder and what it means. Not wanting this conversation to continue,
he grabs Brad by the arm and they round the corner, running into a
pair of Coleman’s guards.
You’re not supposed to be out.
Krycek and Brad quickly turn and try to run
the other way, but the guards catch up to them, and knock them both
over the head, knocking them unconscious.
Feet slip on the rocky gravel of a dirt road
as we hear the pounding sounds of a physical fight. A woman grunts,
executing a hard blow to the attacker. THUD, a body hits the ground
and all is silent except for the heavy breathing of the last person
The wind howls across the darkness.
EXT. DESERTED ROAD – SOMEWHERE NEW JERSEY
The woman’s body, Monica’s body, is silhouetted
in front of the headlights of a broken down Chevy Impala. Dust slowly
settles to the deserted dirt road, resting once again on the ground.
Monica’s breath is rapid and her skin is shiny with sweat. Her trembling
hand clutches with white knuckles to the bloody knife she protects
herself with. Her eyes are downward, looking at the man she just killed.
We follow her terrified eyes, half expecting to see the lifeless body
of the Cigarette-Smoking Man and half expecting to see a lifeless
But we see neither, rather a man we don’t know.
His body lifeless on the dirt road, his skin wounded with self-inflicted
cuts. But not all are from his own hand, however, the fatal wounds
that took his life belong to Monica Reyes, who was lucky to be the
last one standing.
Behind her, the Smoking Man emerges from the
driver’s side of the car. His stunned expression is not from fear
of the attack, but from awe of how quickly she was able to stop the
attacker. Monica drops the knife to the ground and turns around to
Are you all right?
His concern is genuine, something we have never
seen from him before. This is not the same ruthless black lunged son-of-a-bitch
we know from all our other encounters with him. He’s changed. Perhaps
from this alien war, perhaps by something else. He slowly shuts the
car door and approaches Monica with worry, she has not answered him.
Monica catches her breath, lowers her heart
rate back down to a normal pace, and slowly walks over to the car.
Cancer Man keeps his eyes on her.
I’m fine. Let’s just get out of here.
I’d rather not have to ever do that again.
She says nothing more as she opens the back
passenger side door and retrieves a small duffle bag.
I take it we’ll have to travel by foot?
Car’s too badly damaged.
Cancer Man nods his head, believing her words.
She hasn’t been wrong before. His eyes shift towards the road, looking
down at the dead body. The man is larger and more massive than Monica,
yet she defeated him quickly, without any hesitation. Of all the things
he’s seen and done in his life, he’s never seen anyone take out a
ruthless killer like she just did. She is special, more so than either
of them can even know.
He returns to the car and retrieves his own
small duffle bag.
Should we stay off the road? Head
into the woods?
Woods could provide shelter
instead of being exposed out here.
She doesn’t look up at him as she talks. Concern
washes over his face. He watches her as she walks over to him. Her
arms are crossed in front of her body. He can tell she’s trying to
stop trembling. He feels the need to talk to her, keep her talking
so she doesn’t shut down and go into shock. He knows what its like
to kill a man for the first time, though his assassination of JFK
was nothing in comparison to what she just did.
Never killed before?
He knows what kind of toll this can have on
a person’s soul.
Her voice is shaky as she turns her back to
him and he finishes getting all that he needs from the car. She looks
out into the distance. Perhaps, he wonders, perhaps she is trying
to sense if there is any more danger out there. But perhaps she is
replying the attack in her mind.
The man came out of nowhere and was attacking
their car, viciously breaking the window on Monica’s side. They had
no choice but to pull over and try to stop him. The Cancer Man, however,
was unable to get to his gun fast enough to help her. She was forced
to defend herself with the man’s own knife. Never in her life has
she killed a person like that.
At the Academy, they train you to shoot to kill.
They start walking off the road, heading into
the wooded area. Cancer Man listens to her.
We only fire our weapons to kill someone,
but I never had to do that. I’ve drawn
my weapon before, but never had to
actually kill someone.
She shuts her eyes wishing she could clear what
just happened out of her mind.
Cancer Man watches her for a moment, trying
to get inside her head.
You did the right thing, Monica.
I’m not a killer.
She looks over at him, knowing he’s killed before.
No you’re not, and I hope you
never have to do that again.
It will happen. More times. More death.
Even when once is more than enough, it’ll
keep happening and happening...
Her thoughts are interrupted by sudden visions.
The first is of the artifact her Grandmama gave
her before her death. It flies across the air, moving swiftly until
it hits another artifact.
Monica stops walking and Cancer Man watches
her. He’s seen this before. She’s having another vision.
Another flash enters her mind. This one is of
ice and snow, howling wind. There’s a small settlement made from snow
and ice – it appears abandon, or maybe it just feels that way. In
the distance, approaching this settlement, is a large mass of people.
Her mind gets flooded with loudness, sounds of screaming. Then...
A third flash. This one of Alex Krycek. Blood
is coming out of his mouth and he falls to the ground. His eyes looking
The visions stop with a blink of her eye.
Cancer Man places a hand gently on her shoulder.
She turns to look at him.
Are you ok?
Monica slowly nods her head. She doesn’t know
what these visions mean.
We should keep moving.
She walks off and the Smoking Man follows, hoping
her visions weren’t about danger that waits ahead of them.
EXT. THE ATLANTIC OCEAN – 4:30 A.M.
The moon sits high above the Atlantic Ocean
shining down upon the waves, resting above the danger that lurks below.
We start to fall from the sky... moving down, below the surface of
the water, deeper and deeper into the depths of the unknown.
Darkness. Cold darkness surrounds us and for
a moment we believe that we will never find light.
Until... a tiny speck of brightness emerges
out of the darkness, gradually becoming larger and larger until we
can barely make out a shape.
An alien spacecraft rests down below. It’s light
now brighter, but buried down so far beneath the ocean surface that
no one could ever find it. We move in closer, going through the surface
of the craft, almost as if it were clear gel protecting the interior
from dark water.
INT. ALIEN CRAFT – CON’T
A girl cries. Faintly at first, but as we find
out way through the craft we see her. She is the young girl from Flight
194 that crashed in the past seven years ago, and now has crashed
again in the present.
An alien hovers over her. It’s large, black
eyes peer down and all the little girl can do is cry. The lights are
bright all around the young girl, causing disoriented confusion.
Out of the white brightness emerges a machine-like
instrument that moves closer to the young girl. She cries harder knowing
that there is nothing she can do to stop this nightmare from happening.
The machine latches to the back of her neck, on the base, removing
a tiny implanted chip.
The alien takes the chip, and moves over to
a monitor, similar to our own computer monitors. The alien sets the
chip down on a metallic platform and data starts to download onto
the alien equivalent to a computer. Words in English load to the screen
and are quickly translated into the alien’s written character language.
However, there is something we have time to
recognize. A name: Knowle Justin Rohrer. His name is followed by information
about his life, his parents, his date of birth, and his present location.
All of this, quickly translated into the alien’s language...
The destruction of Scully’s chip at the beginning
of the Alien Colonization could only halt their take over plans for
so long. But by going back in time, redeeming their first failed mission
to crash Flight 194 and retrieve the chip, this second chance of crashing
the plane from the past to the present has given the aliens the information
they needed off of that chip. The technology developed by John Montgomery
was far more advanced than he could even imagine... for it has just
automatically updated from the past, to the present information...
TIME CUT TO:
INT. MOTEL – 4:31 A.M.
LONG ISLAND, NEW YORK
The windows of the motel room are open to allow
the humid breeze of fresh air inside the room. Outside it is raining
John and Dana lie in bed with only a thin, white
sheet covering them. John has his arms wrapped around Dana protectively,
he is not asleep as she is, he’s alert and ready to protect her no
His mind hasn’t had much time to try to make
sense out of what he’s learned regarding her cancer. All he knows
for certain is that one day he will lose her to the disease. He looks
down at her hands. He noticed a week ago, soon after they were reunited,
that she no longer wears the engagement ring he gave her. He hasn’t
yet asked her where it is.
Despite the loss of the engagement ring, and
the world falling apart around them, John still wants more than ever
to make Dana his wife, but there is no longer any legal means in which
to do so.
Dana moans in her sleep, a low moan coming from
her throat. Her eyes snap open and she gasps and tries to sit up.
John lets go of her and sits up next to her. She looks around her
as if to figure out where she is.
Where are we?
She presses the palm of her hand to her
forehead. She knows she must know where they are, she just can’t remember.
We stopped at a motel. We’re
on our way to Long Island to
find Mulder, remember?
Dana looks at him, her eyes tell it all,
she doesn’t remember arriving here.
Knowle, Shannon, Skinner, and
Montgomery are splitting guard duty-
- We’re not on guard?
No. I requested you and I spend
as much time together as we can.
They shouldn’t be giving us special
privileges simply because we’re a couple.
You’re dying, Dana. I want us to be
together as much as we can… like this.
John moves her hair from the back of her
neck and kisses the area where the chip used to be implanted in her
The feel of his lips on her skin sends chills
through her body. She closes her eyes and hopes that she won’t forget
how she feels right now.
I don’t want to lose you…
She senses that he’s on the verge of crying.
She turns around to face him.
Please, don’t cry… I can’t remain
strong if you cry…
A tear rolls down John’s cheek. Dana rests
her forehead on his and wipes the tear away with her thumb. John pulls
her close to him and kisses her. He kisses her as if she’s a fragile
vase. With each breath between them, their kiss deepens. John places
one hand on her lower back and lowers her down so her head rests on
a pillow. He places his hand underneath her shirt and slowly moves
his fingertip to rest just underneath her breast. He feels her body
tense and he stops kissing her.
Do you want this?
Dana closes her eyes as if she’s saying
something to herself.
Make love to me, Johnny…
She pulls his body back down on top of
hers and kisses him in a deeply loving way. John cups his hand on
her breast and gives it a gentle squeeze.
He feels Dana tugging at his shirt. He lifts
his body from hers and peels the shirt off his body. Dana rolls on
top of him, and kneels in front of him. Her eyes examine his body.
There are scars of wounds that have healed that she’s never seen before.
Scars he got after aliens began their invasion of the planet.
She touches his chest and then his arms. He’s
much more muscular now than the last time they made love. She reaches
down and takes his erection into her hand, sliding her hand into his
boxer shorts. He trembles with the heartache he feels knowing this
is the first of the few times they have together intimately. His heart
aches with the love he has for her, and he wants her to feel how much
he loves her tonight.
John strips Dana’s shirt from her body as she
continues to stroke him with her delicate touch. She too has scars
of wounds that have healed. Though it is dark, John can see stretch
marks on her stomach and he wonders if she has been pregnant, and
then he wonders if so, was the baby his? He decides not to ask her
about this now. She needs him, needs to feel him. He lies her back
down and removes her panties. He places his fingers in between her
legs, she’s like silk.
You’re so beautiful.
Dana spreads her legs a little wider to
allow him entry into her body. She closes her eyes and winces. Her
hands grasp onto John’s back and she feels the deep scar he got when
the alien attacked him the night the Marine barracks were destroyed.
She doesn’t know what caused the scar right now, her mind can only
… In her head she hears the sounds of
the breeding camp she was taken to, the moans of the many men who
raped her there, the sounds of the alien-human hybrid babies she gave
birth to several times a day.
The pain in between her legs is unbearable.
She screams and opens her eyes.
The rain is pouring down on her naked body.
She sits up and tries to stand but the mud she’s in is slippery and
she falls down. Her heart is racing and she’s crying uncontrollably.
She thinks she must have been running from something or someone who
has hurt her. She doesn’t remember where she has run from.
(off screen, shouting)
Dana?! (beat) Say something sweetheart,
let me know where you are!
Dana remains silent. She knows that’s John
Doggett’s voice, but she also remembers Skinner and Knowle telling
her how John had died. She believes the aliens are trying to trick
Why can’t she remember where she had been? She
feels sexually violated as if a man has been inside her body. She
shakes her head “no” and cries harder. She places her hand in between
her legs protectively and curls up into a ball. She’s sick and tired
of falling victim to sexual assault and violence. She wishes she had
never been born or that she had died along with John.
She feels a hand gently touch her bare shoulder.
She’s startled and not in any position to fight back. Maybe it’s best
she doesn’t. Maybe she ought to just give in, give up. She looks up
and sees a brunette woman.
Dana… let’s get you back inside.
Shannon McMahon wraps a blanket around
her and helps her to feet. Dana doesn’t yet remember where she is
and who she is with, she is confused but at the same time she doesn’t
feel threatened by this woman who has come to help her.
John! I found her!
Dana can hear the sound of someone running
towards them. She struggles to break free of Shannon, but Shannon
holds her gently so she cannot get away.
It’s ok, Dana, you’re safe.
Who are you? Are you one of them?
I’m Shannon McMahon. I’m with John.
Dana’s brow wrinkles. She doesn’t remember.
She readjusts her focus to John as he hurries toward her. The rain
washing blood from his nose.
Dana, sweetheart, are you all right?
He runs his hand over her forehead.
Knowle! We found her!
Dana stares at John at first unsure if
it’s really him. He sees her confusion immediately.
I’m alive. Shan’ and I found you,
Knowle, Skinner, and Montgomery.
Dana squeezes her eyes to fight back tears.
She remembers now how she found John back at the research facility
a few days ago and how they are on their way to find Mulder in Long
(about to cry)
I’m so sorry…
It’s not your fault, sweetheart.
John pulls Dana to him, out of Shannon’s
grasp, and wraps his arm around her shoulder as he, Dana and Shannon
head back to the motel.
I triggered you, you got the better of
me and ran off. I should be the one to
apologize. I sensed something was off
and I continued… I’m sorry.
Dana looks down at her hand, remembering
something she felt.
The scar on your back… how’d-
- An alien used its claw against me, cut me deep.
He was unconscious for a week.
He’s lucky to be alive.
The three of them get back to the motel,
soaking wet from the rain storm. Knowle, Skinner, and Montgomery stand
outside, weapons drawn and ready for defensive action if need be.
Does she need to be checked over?
She’s all right. I’ll get her dried
off and to sleep.
Doggett pushes past Knowle, who grabs a hold
of his arm to stop him.
No, John. She needs to be looked at.
Knowle’s tone is of authority and John doesn’t
argue with him, though in his eyes he wants nothing more than to get
Dana comfortable and back in his protective arms.
Knowle motions for Montgomery to come with him,
John and Dana back to their motel room.
John helps Dana sit down on the bed. She looks
embarrassed. Her eyes are lowered. Montgomery kneels down in front
of her. Knowle stands back in the corner of the room, giving privacy,
but still wanting to be in the know. Montgomery looks up at John who
stands near Dana, his arms crossed across his chest, watching Montgomery’s
I suppose sex triggered her.
We had worked through all that before.
I didn’t think making love would be a problem tonight.
Montgomery looks into Dana’s eyes to check
her for concussion.
Several months ago Dana was taken
and subjected to a hybrid breeding
program in which she was held captive
and men forced on her in order to impregnate
her. That’s probably what she flashed back to,
those sexual violations. (beat) She didn’t tell you?
John’s jaw tightens with anger. Anger that
Dana has been raped again. Anger that no one thought to inform him
of this earlier. Anger with himself for wanting to make love to her,
for triggering her. He looks down at Dana and she’s looking up at
him, a youthful expression of worry on her face. Innocence that he
swears he’s never seen in her before.
Don’t be angry. There was no way of
preventing what happened to me.
I could have listened to you and not
gone to the Marines when I was called
to duty. That way I could have been with
you to protect you all this time.
John, please don’t talk about what
could have happened, it doesn’t change anything…
(voice over, rising over Dana’s voice)
… doesn’t change anything, You did what
you thought you needed to do to protect me…
INT. WOODS – SOMEWHERE NEW JERSEY – 4:55 A.M.
Monica Reyes opens her eyes as if waking from
a dream. She can still hear John and Dana’s voices in her head. This
is the first time in a very long time that she’s been able to tap
into them. The last time she envisioned all of her friends, she believed
that they had died.
A fire cracks between her and the Cigarette-Smoking
You were talking in your sleep again.
Monica sits up and readjusts her back up
against the back of a tree trunk.
Smells like rain.
She looks up at the night sky.
Rain symbolizes a washing away of the old…
fitting isn’t it that it will rain on you? She’ll never
forgive you but that you know, but she will
appreciate you when the time comes and you prove
your sincerity of your words and I’ll quote…
I’m sorry for all the evil I ever brought onto you.
You’re seeing my future?
Telling you only what you will never
know if I hadn’t said anything. I know
deep inside you seek her forgiveness.
That you once truly loved her back before
she asked to forget her life with you, and
with John Montgomery. It upset you years
ago when you asked her to return to you, and
the project and she refused, choosing her new
life, friends, and lovers over you. So you acted
out, a childish habit you developed every time
you were placed in a new foster home as a child.
The Smoking Man is uncomfortable. He’s
never quite sure how much Monica knows and how much she doesn’t know
about him. So far what she’s said is dead on.
Monica senses his thoughts, and flashes enter
her mind: She sees a young woman smoking a cigarette. A road sign
that says “Baton Rouge”. A young boy being hit by a father figure,
but not his father. President Kennedy moments before he was shot,
a view from the Grassy Knoll. Marines running at Ft. Bragg in North
Carolina. The words “Take a Chance”.
She blinks her eyes and the flashes stop. She
looks at the Cancer Man.
You never speak about your life.
My life is nothing compared to
the work I’ve done. (beat) I’m
not one to discuss my life.
She feels he is uncomfortable about the topic
she brought up.
Why? Do you think you have
any secrets worth keeping now?
He doesn’t answer her.
At least tell me where you were born.
He hesitates. Reluctant to open up to anyone.
Then, for a moment, he considers her words: Do his secrets even matter
I’ve been there. When I was living
in Louisiana. I worked in New Orleans
for a time with the FBI.
I actually didn’t live there very long.
Why are you so curious?
There’s nothing else to do. Besides,
I think I should know you a little
better since I’ve been with you for
this long, traveling across the country.
You’ll find that my life is rather dull.
He pulls out a book from his duffle bag, indicating
the end of the conversation. Monica watches him for a few moments.
“Take A Chance”.
He looks up at her, feeling she knows something
she’s not telling him. And now, his curiosity is piqued.
What is that?
I don’t know. It just came to me.
If you must know, it was a novel
I once wrote a long time ago.
So you’re a writer from Baton Rouge?
I like to write too. I once was
writing a novel based on my life.
I would use my friend’s middle names.
Was your novel about your life?
The work I did actually. The work
no one ever thought was real.
Like alien assassinations?
You’ve read it?
He looks at her, half with curiosity, and half
with a hint of excitement that someone might have read his work. He
stops himself from getting too excited. He can’t imagine she’d be
one to read a rag like “Roman A’Clef”.
No, sorry. But I’m sure it was
very well done.
It was published in a magazine long
ago. (beat; unhappy) They changed the ending.
That’s not right. A novel’s ending
starts at the beginning.
“I can kill you whenever
I please... but not today.”
He smiles to himself, remembering his favorite
line from “Take A Chance: A Jack Colquitt Adventure”.
What did your parents do?
Cancer Man’s smile fades and he looks at her
I could care less.
You never knew your parents, did you?
Mother died of lung cancer. Father
was executed. You became property of the State.
He doesn’t say anything to contradict what she
just said. She’s a psychic for God’s sake, with her he has no secrets.
Perhaps this is a welcome change, yet a change he isn’t familiar with.
For so long he’s hidden himself in secrecy. Now, do secrets even matter?
Who would care if he used to work for a secret government that knew
about the aliens coming to colonize the planet?
My parents were murdered when I was three.
He listens to her. For the first time in his
life he has someone to talk to. Could she even understand him?
But I never got in the hands of the State.
The Reyes family adopted me quickly.(beat)
Probably because they felt they owed it to
Carlos and I since their eldest son was my
My father helped the Communist by leaking
sensitive material about the American’s
entering World War II. He was executed.
What about your mother?
Never knew her. She died of lung cancer
before I ever spoke my first word. (beat)
It’s been a long day and I’m really not-
-What are you so afraid of?
He looks at her with surprise.
You don’t want to talk about
your life. What are you afraid
of? That I’ll see you as some
evil monster? (beat) Hate to tell
you this, but I only know you as
the man you show to the world, not
as the man you really are. (beat) You’ve
shown me genuine care. There must be
more to you than you’ve ever let anyone
see. (beat) What are you so afraid of?
This war, the destruction of our world...
This is your second chance.
He looks at her. Never in his life has he ever
met anyone who was interested in him... the real him. He’s never spoken
about his life to anyone, not even the people who were closest to
him in the past.
Monica holds back her smile. She’s read his
I was born in 1938. The day Orson Welles
and The Mercury Theatre on the Air did
their broadcast of H.G. Wells’s “War of the Worlds”.
Cancer Man smiles and nods his head.
You know your broadcast history.
Knowle was a Broadcasting major for a time
when he was in college. I roomed with
him then. He loved to share all the
fascinating trivia he discovered.
My father helped the Communists and my
mother died of lung cancer. She was a
cigarette smoker. (beat) I became property
of the State on November 12, 1941, the day
my father was executed for his crimes. (beat)
I wasn’t born a monster as you see me. Ones choices
in life are rarely made by decisions alone. Rather
by influences in life that lead us to the decisions
we make. I didn’t wake up on a sunny day and decide
to toss away my dreams of becoming an award winning
novelist to become a monster of a man.
You were hurt?
Cancer Man doesn’t respond. He’s never met anyone
bold enough to ask that kind of question. Yet... with her, he doesn’t
feel he needs to hide anything.
Yes. As if having a father who helped
the Commies wasn’t hard enough, my life
as property of the State was far from
luxury living. (beat) I closed myself off
from people, read books. And when I was
old enough to leave my foster parents I
joined the Army.
Which ultimately lead to your life
in the Syndicate.
If you could call it a life. (beat)
My hopes of retirement from the Group
were all on the book I wrote. When that
He shakes his head.
Well... let’s just say I gave into
the life that was decided for me.
He looks at her for a moment, considering the
life she must have lived.
You have lived a very fortunate life.
(beat) You probably don’t have any
regrets, do you?
Of course I do. My life isn’t
peaches and cream. (beat) I’ve
made a lot of mistakes, things
I regret. But the difference between
you and I is that you let your
regrets rule your life. (beat)
It’s why you hurt Dana. It’s why
you ran the Syndicate the way you
did. It’s why you made selfish acts
that hurt others just so you could
get a step above everyone else.
For the first time in their conversation, Cancer
Man looks away from her and into the fire. He thinks of the selfishness
he’s done recently. The deals he tried to make with the aliens, the
deal he has with them now. Surely she must know. He can’t bring it
to himself to look up at her for fear she’s read into him and will
see him as the monster that he only allows the world to see.
This is guilt he feels. Guilt for his past and
guilt for his present.
He looks up at her, making eye contact with
her. He sees it in her eyes, she has sensed his thoughts. She knows
what he’s done. He didn’t get her away from Coleman to save her or
to bring her to Knowle Rohrer. His act was selfish in its entirety,
a deal he has struggled with since day one of the Colonization. A
trade with the aliens. Give them Monica and they’ll spare him, secure
him safety and immunity and a place of power and control in their
Regret washes over him for his betrayal of her.
She’s protected him, listened to him. In his own way he has started
to see her as a friend.
Movement in the darkness behind Monica catches
Cancer Man’s attention. His eyes widen. She looks at him, feeling
What? What is it?
We have to run.
He quickly gets up and pulls her to her feet.
Behind them a nasty snarl is heard. Monica looks
back as the Cancer Man tries to save her. She sees an alien approaching
fast and before she knows it, she is knocked to the ground with such
a force that it knocks the wind out of her. Her vision blurs, she’s
disoriented and dizzy. Sounds are fuzzy. She hears an alien growl
and the sound of running.
FADE TO BLACK:
EXT. THE MULDER CAMP
LONG ISLAND, NEW YORK
Samantha sits in the tent, hugging her knees
to her chest. She watches her brother out on the beach. He’s become
obsessed for hours about this plane crash and she’s too scared to
sleep alone in the tent.
Mulder turns around when he hears her voice.
It’s late Fox. We need to sleep.
Something’s out there. We need
to find a boat or something.
It’s five in the morning, Fox.
She’s becoming very displeased with her brother.
Samantha, we can’t just let this
rest for the night–
-Answers are out there and the
longer we sit here on this beach
the faster they sink away. (beat)
Are you going to stay here? Or are
you coming with me?
Samantha gets up with a huff. She’s tired, worn
out, scared and now she has to go on a boat hunt with her brother.
You really are a buttmunch, Fox.
She storms off, walking ahead of him. He follows
her down the beach, eventually catching up with her.
Why are you so crazy about
this plane crash anyway?
Because I’ve done some thinking.
Samantha looks up at him.
I read a long time ago in a science
journal that some alien abductees would
see the future. That aliens could time
travel. (beat) So I started to think.
What if Flight 194 from seven years ago
didn’t really crash then? Instead everyone
on that flight was abducted and later crashed
in the future, which is now our present.
That sounds crazy.
Crazy in a way that it makes sense.
So this boat you want to find...
What exactly are you planning on
doing with it once you find it?
Mulder smiles, feeling back to the way things
used to be. He’s working another x-file case.
Go out to sea and investigate
what happened. Maybe find some
debris that can explain what happened.
And do you know how to drive a boat?
Neither do I. So who’s going
to get you out there?
He has a hint of slyness to him.
Mulder Luck? What’s that?
I have this thing about me where
I’m in an unlucky situation, dangerous
even and I’ll be ok.
He shrugs, not sure how else to explain what
“Mulder Luck” is.
I’ll just rely on Mulder Luck.
Has anyone ever told you how spooky you are?
Mulder can’t help but laugh that she finds him
Yeah. “Spooky” was actually my
nickname at the academy.
You were spooky back then? It’s
a wonder how you even made it
into the FBI.
(cracking a joke)
Guess it was Mulder Luck.
Mulder stops walking upon seeing a boat tied
to a dock near by.
He stares proudly at the boat he’s going to
claim as his own.
Off his look...
INT. FACILITY – CONTROL ROOM
This facility is not in the run down condition
of the New York Facility where Knowle, Scully, Skinner and Montgomery
were previously staying. Instead, this facility is still up and running
and is in top notch condition. The room is warmly lit and a single
man sits in a chair at a desk. Lights from the computers and switchboards
blink, indicating open signals for receiving and sending transmissions.
On the desk next to the man, one of the transmitters
starts to receive a message, typing it out letter by letter on a piece
of paper. The message reads:
"CAPTAIN. ALIENS HAVE CHIP. IT
HAS AUTO UPDATED. INFO ABOUT ROHRER IS EXPOSED. HE WILL BE KILLED.
YOU MUST WARN HIM BEFORE IT IS TOO LATE."
The man at the desk takes the message, glances
at it and leaves the control room.
He walks down an empty hallway, stops in front
of a door, then knocks. A moment later the door opens, revealing Captain
William Scully, Sr. – Dana’s father, alive and well.
Sir, this just came.
He hands Captain Scully the message and he takes
He shuts the door, looking down at the message,
reading the words. He looks up. A look of worry in his eyes. This
is not the news he wished to received.
Things could get worse. Much, much worse...
Off his look, we...
TO BE CONTINUED...