The X-Files, Season 3

Albert Hosteen:
[Intro narration] There is an ancient Indian saying that something lives only as long as the last person who remembers it. My people have come to trust memory over history. Memory, like fire, is radiant and immutable while history serves only those who seek to control it, those who douse the flame of memory in order to put out the dangerous fire of truth. Beware these men for they are dangerous themselves and unwise. Their false history is written in the blood of those who might remember and of those who seek the truth.

Deep Throat:
[standing over an unconscious Mulder] I was first struck by the absence of time, having depended on it so completely as a measure of myself and my life. Moving backwards into the perpetual night - it consumes purpose, indeed, all passion and will. I come to you, old friend, with the dull clarity of the dead, not to beckon, you but to feel the fire and intensity that still live in you... and the heavy weight of your burdens which I had once borne. There is truth you know, friend, if that's all you seek, but there's no justice or judgment, without which truth is a vast... dead... hollow. Go back. Do not look into the abyss or let the abyss look into you; awaken the sleep of reason and fight the monsters within and without.

Frohike:
He was a good friend. A redwood among mere sprouts. I guess this means he's passing you the torch?

Scully:
Uh, I'm afraid not. I'm soon to be out of a job.

Frohike:
Those sons of bitches! They're rigging the game.

Scully:
And like rats they just scatter back into the wood pile.

Frohike:
The rats that killed the cat.

Well Manicured Man:
We predict the future. And the best way to predict it, is to invent it.

William Mulder:
Hello, son. I did not dare hope to see you so soon, nor ever again hope to broker fate with a life to which I gave life. The lies I told you were a pox and poison to my soul, and now you are here because of them. Lies I thought might bury forever a truth I could not live with. I stand here ashamed of the choices I made so long ago when you were just a boy. You are the memory, Fox. It lives in you. If you were to die now, the truth will die. And only the lies survive us.

Scully:
I went to your father's funeral. I told your mother that you were going to be okay.

Mulder:
How did you know?

Scully:
I just knew.

Scully:
I need something to put my back up against, Mulder.

Mulder:
I know. I feel the same way. I feel that we've lost so much... but we've got The X-Files, and I believe what we're looking for is in them. I'm more certain than ever the truth is out there, Scully.

Scully:
I've heard the truth, Mulder. Now what I want are the answers.

The Cigarette Smoking Man:
What is this?

Skinner:
This is where you pucker up and kiss my ass!

The Cigarette Smoking Man:
Listen -

Skinner:
(Interrupting) Now, you listen to me, you son of a bitch! This man's name is Albert Hosteen. You should remember that. Because if Agents Mulder and Scully come down with so much as a case of the flu, Albert is prepared to recite, chapter and verse, file for file, everything on your precious tape.

The Cigarette Smoking Man:
It's a nice try, Skinner.

Skinner:
I'm sure you're thinking Albert is an old man and there are plenty of ways you might kill him too. Which is why, in the ancient oral tradition of his people, he's told twenty other men the information on those files. So unless you kill every Navajo living in four states... that information is available with a simple phone call. (Smirks) Welcome to the wonderful world of high technology

Scully:
So, what are we supposed to charge him with, 'assaulting a cellular phone'?

Clyde Bruckman:
How can I see the future if it didn't already exist?

Mulder:
Then if the future is written, then why bother to do anything?

Clyde Bruckman:
Now you're catching on.

Clyde Bruckman:
Well, you see, that's another reason I can't help you catch this guy. I might adversely affect the fate of the future. I mean, his next victim might be the mother of the daughter whose son invents the time machine. Then the son goes back in time and changes world history and then Columbus never discovers America, man never lands on the moon, the U.S. never invades Grenada. Or something less significant, resulting in the fact that my father never meets my mother and consequently, I'm never born.

Clyde Bruckman:
You know, there are worse ways to go, but I can't think of a more undignified way than autoerotic asphyxiation.

Mulder:
Why are you telling me that?

Clyde Bruckman:
Look, forget I mentioned it. It's none of my business.

Clyde Bruckman:
You're looking down. You stepped in a pie that's fallen to the floor. The killer comes up to you and... coconut cream.

Mulder:
What?

Clyde Bruckman:
The pie... eh, coconut cream, or, is it lemon meringue? I don't know, it's... not sure, it's, it's hazy. As long as you're looking down, he comes up with the knife and... banana cream! Definitely banana cream.

Scully:
So, how do I die?

Clyde Bruckman:
You don't.

Mulder:
Ok, but imagine if it was true, Scully. Imagine if you can come back [from the dead] and take out five people, who caused you to suffer. Who whould they be?

Scully:
I only get five?

Mulder:
[looks up at her] I've remembered your birthday this year, didn't I, Scully?

Mulder:
The man was obsessed with reincarnation.

Scully:
Being obsessed with it doesn't mean you can do it.

Mulder:
No. Unless he knew something we don't.

Scully:
Like what? The secret password?

Scully:
Woman gets lonely. Sometimes she can't wait around for her man to be reincarnated.

Scully:
From a dry skin sample, you're concluding what, that he's some kind of a fat-sucking vampire?

Mulder:
Come on in.

Scully:
What are you watching?

Mulder:
Something that just came in the mail.

Scully:
That's not your usual brand of entertainment... What is it?

Mulder:
According to the magazine ad I answered, it's an alien autopsy. Guaranteed authentic.

Scully:
You spent money for this?

Mulder:
Twenty-nine ninety-five ..... plus shipping.

Scully:
Mulder, this is even hokier than the one they aired on the Fox network, you can't even see what they're operating on!

Mulder:
But it does look authentic, I mean the settings, the procedures. I mean it does look as if an actual autopsy is being prepared, doesn't it?

Scully:
Well, technically, I don't know why they would be wearing gas masks.

Mulder:
Well, maybe it's because of this green substance they seem to be extracting from the subject. Can you identify that?

Scully:
Olive oil? Snake oil? I suppose you think it's alien blood?

Mulder:
It's widely held that aliens don't have blood, Scully.

Scully:
I guess this begs the question; if this is an alien autopsy...

Mulder:
- where's the alien. But what so intriguing to me is the striking lack of detail here.

Scully:
Well, what do you expect for $29.95?

Scully:
I went to go see those MUFON members to find out about that woman, Betsy Hagopian.

Mulder:
And what did you find?

Scully:
I found out that she's dying. Along with a lot of other women who claim to be dying too. All of them who say that they've had these implanted in them. It's the same thing that I had removed from my own neck.

Mulder:
But you're fine aren't you, Scully?

Scully:
Am I? I don't know, Mulder. They said that they know me. That they've seen me before. It was freaky. They know things about me, about my disappearance.

Mulder:
That is disturbing. But I don't think you should freak out until we find out what this thing is.

Mulder:
(pouting to Scully, after she runs a bath for Kevin) You never draw my bath.

Mulder:
(about religious fanatics) They give bona fide paranoids like myself a bad name.

Scully:
I'm afraid that God is speaking and no one is listening.

Mulder:
Yeah, did you know that the ancient Egyptians worshipped the scarab beetle and possibly erected the pyramids to honor them, which may be just giant symbolic dung heaps?

Scully:
Did you know the inventor of the flush toilet was named Thomas Crapper?

Scully:
I'm not going to ask you if you just said what I think you just said, because I know it's what you just said.

Dr. Berenbaum:
Well, it's my theory that UFOs are actually insect swarms. I don't know if you know anything about UFOs...

Mulder:
[lets out a small faint murmur, turns head vaguely]

Dr. Berenbaum:
... but all the characteristics of a typical sighting are shared with nocturnal insects swarming through an electrical air field... the sudden appearance of a colored, glowing light hovering in the night sky, moving in a nonmechanical matter, possibly humming... creating interference with radio and television signals... then suddenly disappearing.

Mulder:
As, uh... as nocturnal insect swarms. That's, uh... that's fascinating.

Mulder:
Bambi also has this theory I've never come acro--

Scully:
Who?

Mulder:
Doctor Berenbaum. Anyway, her theory is--

Scully:
Her name is Bambi?

Mulder:
Yeah. Both her parents were naturalists. Her theory is that UFOs are actually nocturnal insect swarms passing through electrical air fields.

Scully:
Her name is Bambi?

Mulder:
Yeah, I had a praying mantis epiphany and, as a result, I screamed. No, not... not a girlie scream, but the scream of someone being confronted by some before unknown monster that had no right existing on the same planet I inhabited. Did you ever notice how a praying mantis' head resembles an alien's head? I mean, the mysteries of the natural world were revealed to me that day, but instead of being astounded, I was... repulsed.

Scully:
Mulder... are you sure it wasn't a girlie scream?

Scully:
[Watching Dr. Berenbaum and Ivanov walking away] Well, think of it this way, Mulder. By the time there's another invasion of artificially-intelligent, dung-eating robotic probes from outer space, maybe their uber-children will have devised a way to save our planet.

Mulder:
You know, I never thought I'd say this to you, Scully... but you smell bad.

Detective White:
These are good kids we're talking about. Outstanding students. And the details they gave... I doubt they could have made them up.

Scully:
Let me guess. They told you about a wild beast entering in on a black mass, the drinking of blood, the sacrifice of an infant or a blond virgin.

Detective White:
Yeah. That's right. Excuse me.

Scully:
Where's she going?

Mulder:
You don't suppose she's a virgin, do you?

Scully:
I doubt she's even a blond.

Mulder:
I was hoping you could help me solve the mystery of the horny beast.

[Scully and Mulder both reach for the latex gloves]

Mulder:
Go ahead.

Scully:
No, you go ahead.

Mulder:
No, no, no. Be my guest. I know how much you like snapping on the latex.

Mulder:
Let me drive.

Scully:
I'm driving.

Mulder:
Scully, it's not what you think.

Scully:
I didn't see anything anyway.

Mulder:
Will you let me drive!?

Scully:
I'm driv-- why do you always have to drive? Because you're the guy? Because you're the big macho-man?

Mulder:
No. I was just never sure your little feet could reach the pedals.

Mulder:
Eh, Scully, if I'm not mistaken, we're gonna be taking a left up here... eh, there's an intersection up here, you're gonna wanna... Scully! You're gonna, wanna...! You just... ran a stop sign back there, Scully.

Scully:
Shut up, Mulder.

Mulder:
Sure, fine, whatever.

Scully:
Sure, fine, whatever.

Scully:
Look, we've been working together for what two years now, we have differing opinions, but I didn't expect you to ditch me.

Mulder:
I didn't ditch you.

Scully:
Fine, whatever.

Mulder:
I wouldn't want to disappoint you by not disappointing you.

Scully:
Maybe you're just seeing what you wanted to see.

Mulder:
What makes you think I'd want to see that?

Morgan:
What the hell is that?

Mulder:
Looks like the fuselage of a plane.

Scully:
It's a North American P-51 Mustang.

Mulder:
I just got very turned on.

Johansen:
Conscience is just the voices of the dead trying to save us from our own damnation.

Scully:
How are you feeling?

Skinner:
Like someone's been inside my stomach redecorating.

Mulder (enters the hospital in body armour holding the gun):
Federal agent. Go about your business as usual.

Mulder:
Let's go, G-woman.

Scully (to Mulder):
Please explain to me the scientific nature of the "whammy".

Pusher (to A.D. Skinner) Take a walk, Mel Cooley.

Mulder:
How many dishes do you have to break before your boss tosses you in an oven?

Harold Lamb:
Oh, Chrissy, thank God you're all right.

Chrissy Giorgio:
How dare you come here!

Harold Lamb:
Chrissy, I did everything I could.

Chrissy Giorgio:
Don't I know it, you bastard!

Harold Lamb:
Chrissy! Don't you remember?

Mr. Giorgio:
What the hell is going on up there?

Harold Lamb:
Chrissy! I love you!

Man in black:
No other object has been misidentified as a flying saucer more often than the planet Venus.

Roky Crikenson:
Really?

Man in black:
Even the former leader of your United States of America, James Earl Carter Jr., thought he saw a UFO once... But it's been proven he only saw the planet Venus.

Roky Crikenson:
I'm a republican.

Man in black:
Venus was at its peak brilliance last night. You probably thought you saw something up in the sky other than Venus, but I assure you, it was Venus.

Roky Crikenson:
I know... What I saw.

Man in black:
Your scientists have yet to discover how neural networks create self-consciousness, let alone how the human brain processes two-dimensional retinal images into the three-dimensional phenomenon known as perception. Yet you somehow brazenly declare seeing is believing? Mister Crikenson, your scientific illiteracy makes me shudder, and I wouldn't flaunt your ignorance by telling anyone that you saw anything last night other than the planet Venus, because if you do, you're a dead man.

Roky Crikenson:
You... can't threaten me.

Man in black:
I just did.

Blaine:
(about Scully and Mulder) One of them was disguised as a woman, but wasn't pulling it off. Like, her hair was red, but it was a little too red, y'know? And the other one, the tall, lanky one, his face was so blank and expressionless. He didn't even seem human. I think he was a mandroid.

Jose Chung:
Aren't you nervous telling me all this? Receiving all those death threats?

Blaine:
Well, hey, I didn't spend all those years playing Dungeons and Dragons and not learn a little something about courage.

Jose Chung:
And though we may not be alone in the universe, in our own separate ways, on this planet we are all alone.

[In the posh apartment of a Madame]

Scully:
Business is booming.

Mulder:
I think you mean banging.

Scully:
I called him Ahab and he called me Starbuck. So I named my dog Queequeg. It's funny, I just realized something.

Mulder:
It's a bizarre name for a dog, huh?

Scully:
No. How much you're like Ahab. You're so... consumed by your personal vengeance against life, whether it be its inherent cruelties or its mysteries, that everything takes on a warped significance to your megalomaniacal cosmology.

Mulder:
Scully, are you coming on to me?

Mulder:
Don't lay this off on me, you sneaky son of a bitch, you pulled me into this situation because you didn't have the courage to reveal the truth yourself.

X:
Feel better now?

Mulder:
You're a coward! You work in the shadows, you feed me scraps of information, hoping that I can piece it together. You make me risk my life, you risk my partner's life and you never risk your own! [Mulder aims and cocks his gun at X] You're not walking away from this.

X:
You're risking your life right now. You failed. This is your success? Killing me? The truth is... you need me, Agent Mulder.

[Mulder shoves Cigarette Smoking Man against a wall in a hospital and points a gun in his face]

Mulder:
You wanna smoke that, or do you wanna smoke on this?

Cigarette Smoking Man:
Are you giving me a choice?

Mulder:
I should shoot you right here, but they probably would be able to save you.

Cigarette Smoking Man:
Do it, do it Agent Mulder.

Mulder:
Or maybe shoot a bullet through your brain so you'd be bedridden for the rest of your life.

Cigarette Smoking Man:
How is she?

Mulder:
What do you care?

Cigarette Smoking Man:
I've known your mother since before you were born, Fox.

Byers:
Are you familiar with a post-World War II project known as Operation Paper Clip?

Mulder:
Our deal with the devil. The U.S. government provided safe haven for certain Nazi war criminals in exchange for their scientific knowledge.

Langly:
[Points at the picture.] I know who this man is. Victor Klemper.

Byers:
The man standing next to your father is one of those criminals, though not the most famous of the bunch. Wernher von Braun, designer of the V-2 rockets that leveled London, may be the most notorious, but Victor Klemper certainly takes the prize for the most... evil Nazi to escape the Nuremburg trials.

Scully:
What did he do?

Langly:
He experimented on the Jews... drowned them, suffocated them, put them in pressure chambers. All in the name of science.

Byers:
Together with Von Braun, Klemper helped us win the space race. Using his scientific data on the effects of high-altitude flying, we were able to put astronauts on the moon before the Soviets.

Langly:
One giant step for mankind.

The Puppet:
You've seen the things I've done, both past and future...

Clyde Bruckman:
They're terrible things.

The Puppet:
I know they are! So, please tell me... why have I done them?

Clyde Bruckman:
Don't you understand? Haven't you figured it out, son?

(The Puppet shakes his head no)

Clyde Bruckman:
You do the things you do because you're a homicidal maniac.

The Puppet:
(smiles slowly) That...that does explain a lot, doesn't it?

Warden Brodeur:
Is there anything you wanna say, Neech? Last words?

Napoleon "Neech" Manley:
Yeah. I've been here for eleven years, fifty-six days, and now you're gonna murder me. The Lord says, Thou shall be Merciful and Just. I know no mercy. Our law says the spirit shall rise again, and be reborn into this life. The soul shall be recast, born unto new flesh. I will return to avenge the petty tyranny and the cruelty I have suffered. I will be recast. Reincarnated. Reunion of Spirit and Flesh. Mark my words: Five men will die. Five men will go down! This will be my justice! This will be my law! This will be my capital punishment! And no stay of execution will be granted. For there is no witness, no evidence to be omitted...!

Warden Brodeur:
(unmoved) Fry him.

Napoleon "Neech" Manley:
No lawyer who denies to perform his job. THESE MEN WILL DIE RIGHTEOUS DEATHS!!!

The executioner flips the switch, electrocuting Neech.

Incanto:
The Dead are no longer lonely.

Rappo:
(repeated line) Your time has come.

Mulder:
(final report) No physical evidence was found linking Leonard Trimble to the deaths of General Callahan's wife and son. Officially, the case remains open; the murders unsolved. Leonard Trimble's family requested that his burial be at Arlington National Cemetery. The Army denied this request. Trimble was cremated, and his ashes interred in a civilian cemetery in Tannersville, Pennsylvania. Leonard Trimble's mission was not to kill his enemies, but to shatter their lives. To keep them alive; to suffer the pain that he felt. To see the view from his wheelchair. Amputees sometimes feel the pain of phantom limbs; ghosts of hands still clenching, legs still aching. Is it not possible that Trimble developed a phantom soul? A malevolent psyche that took its violent revenge that he took accountable? It was war that destroyed Trimble's body, but the wounds went deeper than the loss of his limbs. What destroyed that parts of him that make us humans beings, those better angels of our nature... I cannot say.

Mulder:
[referring to the abduction of her daughter] I know you must be feeling...

Myra Jacobs:
I'm sorry... but how could you really know how I feel?

Mulder:
[referring to Lucy's seizure and incoherent speech] Whether she knew it or not, she's was repeating the exact words spoken by Amy's abductor at the exact same time, twenty miles across town.

Scully:
That's spooky.

Mulder:
[with a wry smile] That's my name, isn't it?

Scully:
I hate to say this, Mulder, but I think you just ran out of credibility.

(after locking the two girls together in the room. The whole building begins to shake)

Scully:
What's going on?

Mulder:
Something cosmic

Mulder:
(final report): We are but visitors on this rock, hurdling through time and space 60,000 miles an hour, tethered to a burning sphere by an invisible force in an unfathomable universe. Most of us take that for granted, while refusing to believe these forces have any more effect on us than a butterfly beating its wings halfway around the world. Or the two girls born on the same date, at the same time, in the same place might not find themselves the unfortunate focus of similar unseen forces. Converging like the planets themselves into burning pinpoints of cosmic energy, whose absolute gravity would threaten to swallow and consume everything in its path. Or maybe the answer lies even further from our grasp.

Jose Chung:
Still, as a storyteller, I'm fascinated how a person's sense of consciousness can be... so transformed by nothing more magical than listening to words. Mere words.

Blaine Faulkner:
(repeated line) Roswell! Roswell!

[The Cigarette Smoking Man enters an isolation cell, Jeremiah Smith sits strapped in a chair, CSM lights up a cigarette and takes a seat in front of Jeremiah]

Cigarette Smoking Man:
..This becomes a responsibility - [sighs lightly] - The thing that I'm now called upon to put right and put down. Certainly you expected nothing less.

Jeremiah Smith:
I'm not ashamed of my actions.

Cigarette Smoking Man:
Ashamed? You're not allowed the luxury of human weakness and penitence. You're not allowed to put your indulgences ahead of the greater purpose.

Jeremiah Smith:
I no longer believe in the greater purpose.

Cigarette Smoking Man:
Then your fate is just.

Jeremiah Smith:
My justice is not for you to mete out; You may have reason, you have no right. You have no means either.

Cigarette Smoking Man:
[irritated] You presume to dictate duty to me? Have you any idea what the cost of your actions is? What their effect might be? Who are you to give them hope?

Jeremiah Smith:
What do you give them?

Cigarette Smoking Man:
We give them happiness, and they give us authority.

Jeremiah Smith:
The authority to take away their freedom under the guise of democracy.

Cigarette Smoking Man:
Men can never be free - Because they're weak, corrupt, worthless and restless.. The people believe in authority. They've grown tired of waiting for miracle and mystery. Science is their religion. No greater explanation exists for them. They must never believe any differently if the project is to go forward.

Jeremiah Smith:
At what cost to them?

Cigarette Smoking Man:
The question is irrelevant, and the outcome inevitable. The date is set.

[Jeremiah Smith transforms into Deep Throat, CSM is surprised, somewhat shocked]

Jeremiah Smith:
(as Deep Throat) At what cost to them for your own selfish benefit? How many must die at your hand to preserve your stake in the project?

[CSM, still slightly rattled and uncomfortable, gets up and prepares to leave, bangs on the cell door, turns and faces Jeremiah]

Cigarette Smoking Man:
I'm not impressed by your miracles or moved by your trickery. Your justice will be meted out.

Jeremiah Smith:
(as Deep Throat) By whom this time and by what tool?

[Cell door opens, CSM turns away, takes a step outside the door and then turns back to face Jeremiah]

Cigarette Smoking Man:
..By those who possess the tool of your destruction.