The X-Files, Season 7

Scully:
(voiceover) I came in search of something I did not believe existed. I've stayed on now, in spite of myself. In spite of everything I've ever held to be true. I will continue here as long as I can... as long as you are beset by the haunting illness which I saw consume your beautiful mind. What is this discovery I've made? How can I reconcile what I see with what I know? I feel this was meant not for me to find but for you... to make sense of - make the connections which can't be ignored... connections which, for me, deny all logic and reason. What is this source of power I hold in my hand - this rubbing - a simple impression taken from the surface of the craft? I watched this rubbing take its undeniable hold on you, saw you succumb to its spiraling effect. Now I must work to uncover what your illness prevents you from finding. In the source of every illness lies its cure.

Scully:
(about to cry) I don't know what to believe anymore. Mulder, I was so determined to find a cure to save you that I could deny what it was that I saw and now I don't even know... I don't know... I don't know what the truth is... I don't know who to listen to. I don't know who to trust. (pauses; is crying) Diana Fowley was found murdered this morning. I never trusted her... but she helped save your life just as much as I did. She gave me that book. It was her key that led me to you. I'm sorry... I'm so sorry. I know she was your friend. (she puts her arms around him; they hold each other)

Mulder:
Scully, I was like you once. I didn't know who to trust. Then I... I chose another path... another life, another fate, where I found my sister. The end of my world was unrecognizable and upside down. There was one thing that remained the same. (gently holds her face; looks in her eyes) You... were my friend, and you told me the truth. Even when the world was falling apart, you were my constant... my touchstone.

Scully:
And you are mine.

[They move their faces close together; Scully kisses him on the forehead for a long time. They pull slightly apart; Scully puts his hat back on his head, cups his face in her hands. They look in each others' eyes before she gently touches his lips with her fingers before leaving. He stands in the doorway and closes his eyes.]

Rob Roberts:
Welcome to Lucky Boy. May I take your order?

Mulder:
Yeah, we'll have it our way. (both flash their badges)

Scully:
FBI. Special Agents Scully and Mulder. We'd like a word with your manager, please.

Mr Rice:
But look - there's four Lucky Boys in Costa Mesa alone and something like 30 in Orange County.

Scully:
(sighing) Thirty-two.

Mulder:
(quickly, annoyed) Yeah, long day. So let's make this quick. Does everybody have their button?

Mulder:
What is that? Next to it. Is that, uh... oh, my... ugh. Is that brain? Is that brain matter there?

Scully:
No, I'd say that's ground beef.

Mulder:
Ground beef.

Scully:
Yeah.

Mulder:
You live here alone?

Rob Roberts:
Yeah, it's just me.

Mulder:
Uh-huh. Mom or girlfriend?

Rob Roberts:
What?

Mulder:
(grinning) Come on, man, who cleans up after you?

Rob Roberts:
Neither. It's just me I-I live here alone.

Mulder:
Well, bravo. You know, they say single guys are just bears who own furniture, (smiles) but... I mean, my place... (wistfully) Oh, but here... you can smell the Pine-Sol.

Mulder:
If there's anybody that can tell us about the Millennium Group, it's him. He used to consult for them. Later, he fought to bring them down at the expense of his own career and reputation.

Scully:
Single-minded.

Mulder:
Yeah.

Scully:
Sounds like someone I know.

Mulder:
He's not our murderer, and those four dead bodies aren't dead and the millennium is... (looks at his watch) 14 hours away.

Scully:
Mulder, those people, even when they were alive mangled biblical prophecy to the extent that it's unrecognizable. The year 2000 is just their artificial deadline - and besides, 2001 is actually the start of the new millennium.

Mulder:
(slight smile) Nobody likes a math geek, Scully.

[Mulder and Scully are watching the New Year's celebrations on TV, which is showing kissing couples and everyone celebrating. They look a little awkward. Both turn to look at each other, then lean close and kiss gently for a few seconds, then smile.]

Mulder:
(smiling) The world didn't end.

Scully:
(calmly pleased) No, it didn't.

Mulder:
Happy New Year, Scully.

Scully:
Happy New Year, Mulder.

[He puts his arm around her shoulders and they walk off together.]

Mulder:
Come on, you were cruising, right? I mean, a small town like this you're not exactly living La Vida Loca. I know-- I grew up in Dullsville, too, you know. Nothing to do but drive and park.

Tony:
How long ago was that? (Mulder raises his eyebrows) Look. Don't you think I know what you're doing? You're like the tenth cop who's come in here trying to relate to me till I confess.

Scully:
If you didn't do it, it's all the more reason to clear it up.

Tony:
Everything I know is in my statement.

Mulder:
Okay, but bear with us 'cause we're old and stupid. (Scully hides a smile by looking down)

Mulder:
I don't know-- some kind of territorial or spiritual entity, maybe. (Scully sighs) Poltergeists have long been associated with violent acts like this and they tend to manifest around young people. They seem to be drawn to the turmoil of adolescence.

Scully:
(innocently, almost coy) Mulder. Rather than spirits... can we at least start with Tony's friends? (looks like she is playing with his tie) Please? Just... for me?

Max:
(to Scully) You must have been a Betty, back in the day. (walks away)

Scully:
A "Betty"?

Mulder:
(smiling) Back in the day.

Mulder:
I'll show you my theory if you show me yours.

Mulder:
This man fell for 30 floors, plus the distance down this shaft, because these doors just happened to be open-- straight through, nothing but net.

Scully:
Ouch.

Mulder:
I'm guessing that's what he said. After, he got up, climbed out of here and scampered off into the night.

Scully:
You know in 1998, there was a British soldier who plummeted 4,500 feet when his parachute failed and he walked away with a broken rib?

Mulder:
What's your point?

Scully:
My point is that if there's a wind gust, or a sudden updraft and, plus, if he landed in exactly the right way, I mean, I don't know. Maybe he just got lucky.

Mulder:
What if he got really, really lucky? That's your big scientific explanation, Scully? I mean, how many thousands of variables would have to convene in just the right mixture for that theory to hold water?

Scully:
I don't know.

Mulder:
Well, thousands.

[There is a creaking sound, and Mulder suddenly crashes through the floor to the room below]

Scully:
You okay, Mulder?

Mulder:
(looking slightly embarrassed) Yeah, it's all right. My ass broke the fall.

Mulder:
A programmed behavior prompted and manifested by suggestion in this case, a rhythmic motion of the hands producing a unconscious act in a conscious state. (Raises and lowers his hand; she gives him a Look.) Doesn't work on you. (She smiles.)

Mulder:
You know, it's funny, when all is said and done, there's not much mystery in murder.

Billy LaBonge:
Yo. Can't you do anything that ain't a hundred years old? That ain't old school, that's decrepit.

Maleeni:
(patiently) Young man, shall I come heckle you on your job? Make sure you count out the requisite number of McNuggets?

Mulder:
So, basically he died of a heart attack, somebody crept up behind him, sawed his head off and then glued it back on all in the space of 30 seconds. (begins laughing) Does that make sense to you?

Scully:
No. Which makes it even stranger still because, as far as I can tell this body has been dead for over a month. I see signs of refrigeration.

Mulder:
And yet he performed yesterday. What a trooper.

Pinchbeck:
Come in. Good morning, Mr. And Mrs...?

Mulder:
(quickly; taking out his badge) Agents... Mulder and Scully. FBI.

Billy LaBonge:
What's in it for me? I mean, let's say I help you out. What do I get in return?

Scully:
(hopefully) The feeling of pride that comes from performing your civic duty?

Mulder:
How did this impersonator switch out the dead body?

Billy LaBonge:
With ease. You're going to kick yourselves when I show you how he did this, it's so simple. 'Cause magic is all about... (wiggles fingers mysteriously) misdirection.

[Mulder does the same silly finger-waggle at Scully; she smiles and tries to ignore him.]

Billy LaBonge:
Your impersonator simply made sure everyone was looking the other way when he pulled Maleeni's body from its secret hiding place underneath... the floor. (Dramatically lifts one of the floor panels up from the bottom of the van, revealing... nothing; none of the other panels show anything either; surprised) Man, this guy's good.

Mulder:
Don't you find it odd that the amazing Maleeni's a lousy poker player? I mean, this is a guy who's adept at manipulating cards.

Scully:
Maybe he wasn't so adept. LaBonge certainly doesn't have a high opinion of his skills.

Mulder:
There's another possibility. Behold - an ordinary household quarter. (holds up a quarter) I'm going to take the quarter from my right hand and place it into my left hand. (flourishes) Where is it?

Scully:
It's in your right hand.

Mulder:
(shows empty right hand) Oh, no, no, no.

Scully:
(taps his right hand; nothing still. She smiles, impressed) Ah... That's not bad.

Mulder:
(reaches out to grab her nose) Blow your nose, Scully.

Scully:
(warning him) Mulder...

Mulder:
(holding her nose between his fingers) Blow your nose.

Scully:
(deadpan) Ah-choo.

Mulder:
(quarter falls into his hand) Ta-da.

Scully:
(amused) Amazing!

Mulder:
(proudly) The great Muldeeni!

Scully:
You know, Mulder, there's still one thing that you haven't explained.

Mulder:
What's that?

Scully:
How the Amazing Maleeni was able to turn his head completely around.

Mulder:
I don't know that.

Scully:
I do. I'll show you. Observe. (gets down on hands and knees on the floor; Mulder grins. Puts her hands on the floor, turns one hand a full 360 degrees; Mulder is impressed)

Mulder:
Gee! Very nice. How'd you do that?

Scully:
Well... magic. (keeps walking down the hall; he follows)

Mulder:
No. Seriously, Scully, how'd you do it? You know, it's not the same thing. It's different with the head. Come on. Look at this. (does the disappearing thumb trick; she ignores him)

Scully:
Snake handling. I didn't learn that in catechism class.

Mulder:
That's funny. I knew a couple of Catholic schoolgirls who were expert at it.

Scully:
Rattlesnakes and medieval visions of damnation. Well, I for one, feel a whole lot closer to God.

Mulder:
I don't know, Scully. When you... when you get right down to it is snake handling any harder to buy into than communion wafers or transubstantiation...?

Scully:
Or believing in flying saucers, for that matter.

Mulder:
Reverend, do something about these snakes, please.

Reverend O'Connor:
You got nothing to fear if you're righteous people.

Mulder:
(very nervous) Just in case we're not, we could use a little righteous help here.

Reverend O'Connor:
Your FBI partner could've learned something about herself if you hadn't stopped me. Some powerful good news, maybe.

Mulder:
I'd say it's good news for you that she's not here right now, considering what you tried to do to her.

Mulder:
[Whispers after finding her] Samantha.

Scully:
Mulder, where'd you go?

Mulder:
End of the road. (Goes to Harold) He's OK, it's OK.

Harold:
My son! You...you saw my son?

Mulder:
He's dead, they're all dead, Harold. Your son, Amber Lynn, my sister.

Harold:
No!

Mulder:
Harold, you see so much, but you refuse to see him. You refuse to let him go. But you have to let him go now Harold, he's protected, he's in a better place, they're all in a better place, we both have to let go, Harold.

Harold:
You're wrong. I'm gonna find him...I don't believe you!

Scully:
Mulder, what happened? Are you sure you're all right?

Mulder:
I'm fine. I'm free.

Mulder:
I'm sorry, but you're going to have to be isolated and kept under guard.

Sergeant Duthie:
With all due respect what the *bleep* are you talking about?

Mulder:
I'm talking about preventing this man from becoming a danger to himself and to others.

Sergeant Duthie:
Can I see your badge again?

Scully:
[smiling sweetly] Agent Mulder, can we have a word a second?

Mulder:
Excuse me.

Mulder:
What is it?

Scully:
"What is it"? Mulder, have you noticed that we're on television?

Mulder:
I don't think it's live television, Scully. She just said *bleep*.

Scully:
Look, Mulder, you want to talk about werewolves to me you can knock yourself out. I may not agree with you but at least I'm not going to hold it against you but this... Mulder, this could ruin your career.

Mulder:
[laughing] What career? Scully, I appreciate it. You don't want me looking foolish. I do. I appreciate that.

Scully:
I don't want me looking foolish, Mulder.

Deputy Wetzel:
And it's hard to have a fast-track career in law enforcement when everybody thinks you're nuts.

Mulder:
Tell me about it.

Coroner's Assistant:
Well, we got murder victims stacked three-deep in the freezer. Plus you got this camera crew reporting everything. Why?

Scully:
[to the camera, smiling pleasantly] Because the FBI has nothing to hide.

Cigarette Smoking Man:
That which makes miracles, can also make great evil.

Mulder:
[on the phone] Mulder.

Scully:
Mulder, please tell me I can go home.

Mulder:
Oh, hey, Scully. How's the stakeout?

Scully:
Well, the furnace broke and I can just about see my breath in here.

Mulder:
Ouch. I'm sorry to hear that.

Scully:
That... and I've witnessed a couple hundred things I'd like to erase from my brain. Eww. But as of yet, no mystery woman.

Mulder:
Well, she'll come, you know? It's just a matter of time. She'll show up - I'm sure of that.

Scully:
Yeah, well not before I die of malnutrition.

Mulder:
Hey, Scully, tough it out. Whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Right? [to Ellen, who is putting some dishes on his plate] No, no, no, no. No capers, thank you.

Scully:
I'm sorry. What?

Mulder:
I said, "What a... what a crazy caper." I'll talk to you later... and, uh, keep warm. Bye.

Mulder:
[on the phone] Mulder.

Scully:
Mulder, when you find me dead, my desiccated corpse propped up staring lifelessly through the telescope at drunken frat boys peeing and vomiting into the gutter just know that my last thoughts were of you and how I'd like to kill you.

Scully:
[voice over] Time passes in moments ... moments which, rushing past define the path of a life just as surely as they lead towards its end. How rarely do we stop to examine that path, to see the reasons why all things happen, to consider whether the path we take in life is our own making or simply one into which we drift with eyes closed. But what if we could stop, pause to take stock of each precious moment before it passes? Might we then see the endless forks in the road that have shaped a life? And, seeing those choices, choose another path?

Mulder:
But that was merely prelude of what was to come. Three years later, in 1994 even more complex formations occurred simultaneously on opposite ends of the English countryside with the Mandelbrot Set, were it still there, at its center. Then, in 1997, even more complex formations occurred... [Scully is completely engrossed in her salad; doesn't listen to him at all. Mulder pauses] ... and I'm not wearing any pants right now.

Security Guard:
Do you have an appointment?

[Skinner and Mulder flash their badges.]

Security Guard:
(rudely) Do you have an appointment?

[They look at each other, surprised, and flash their badges again.]

Skinner:
(insistent) Maybe you missed this the first time around.

Skinner:
Dr. Voss, can you enlighten us as to what Dr. Scobie intended to tell the grand jury? We know it had to do with company research.

[The Lead Counsel, a large lawyerly looking man sitting next to Voss interrupts as Voss is about to answer]

Lead Counsel:
I'm sorry. Dr. Voss would be in violation of his employment confidentiality clause in answering that question.

Skinner:
Dr. Scobie was your friend?

Dr. Peter Voss:
Yeah, for 14 years, mm-hmm.

Skinner:
And yet you demoted him five weeks ago. You took him off a particular project. Can you tell us why that happened?

Lead Counsel:
[interrupting] As before, Dr. Voss would be in violation of his confidentiality clause in answering questions regarding the nature of his work here at Morley. I'm sure you understand our cooperation cannot extend itself to revealing corporate secrets.

Skinner:
[getting pissed] Yeah, I'm not sensing any "cooperation" whatsoever. In fact, I'm one more non-answer away from getting a federal warrant and searching this entire building.

Lead Counsel:
Then this meeting is over. Dr. Voss. [The lawyers all begin to get up from the table. Mulder pulls an evidence bag from his pocket]

Mulder:
Dr. Voss... can you tell me what that is? [He tosses the bag to Voss. Inside is the dead beetle from Jim Scobie's glass]

Dr. Peter Voss:
It's a tobacco beetle. Why?

Mulder:
We found it at Jim Scobie's house.

Dr. Peter Voss:
Well, you'll find a lot of these around here. They're everywhere. There's probably a dozen in the grill of your car right now.

Lead Counsel:
May I ask where you're going with this, Agent?

Mulder:
[sarcastically] I'm sorry, I can't. Answering that question would violate FBI confidentiality due to the sensitive nature of our investigation.

Mulder:
Sir, have I pissed you off in a way that's more than normal?

Mulder:
One more pun and I pull out my gun.

Wayne Federman:
You're both crazy.

Mulder:
Well, why do you say that?

Wayne Federman:
(to Mulder) Well, you're crazy for believing what you believe. (to Scully) And you're crazy for not believing what he believes. I'll leave you with that. Thank you. (leaves)

Mulder:
I miss him already.

Cardinal O'Fallon:
Is being made a fool of a crime, Agent Mulder?

Mulder:
I'd be doing life if it were, sir.

Scully:
How...?

Mulder:
[answering the question before she asks] 42.

Scully:
You've seen this movie 42 times?

Mulder:
Yes.

Scully:
Doesn't that make you sad? It makes me sad.

Mulder:
(on the phone with Skinner) Uh... So what are you up to right now, sir?

Skinner:
I'm taking a bubble bath.

Mulder:
Uh, hold on just one second, sir. (clicks over on the receiver to talk to Scully, grinning with delight) Hey, Scully, Skinman is calling me from a bubble bath.

Skinner:
It's still me, Mulder.

[Scully takes a sip of her wine, not hearing anything. Mulder is embarrassed.]

Mulder:
Uh, sir, well, hold on one second, sir. (He clicks the receiver again) Scully?

Scully:
Yeah?

Mulder:
Yeah, Skinner is calling me from a bubble bath.

Scully:
Wow, he's really gone Hollywood.

Mulder:
Totally.

Scully:
You know, Mulder, speaking of Hollywood, I think that Tea Leoni has a little crush on you.

Mulder:
Oh, yeah, right. Like Tea Leoni's ever going to have a crush on me.

Scully:
I think that Shandling likes you a bit, too.

Mulder:
Really?

Mulder:
This is an FBI fleet sedan from our Kansas City field office requisitioned by two seasoned agents there driven into a tree at 43 miles an hour by the female agent in a novel effort to kill her male counterpart. Now, you might think I'm going to suggest psychokinesis-- pk-- someone or something controlling the agents with remote, mind-bending power.

Scully:
But it's not?

Mulder:
Both agents sustained critical injuries. Their stories eerily similar ...

[Two slides of the woman who looks like Scully lying in full body cast in the hospital.]

Mulder:
...as if they temporarily lost control of their minds unable to alter their behavior.

[Two slides of the man who looks like Mulder, also in full body casts]

Mulder:
You may think that I'm going to say it's past lives unresolved or fate, stalking the agents like an animal ...

Scully:
... but you're not.

Mulder:
No, the interesting thing about these agents is they had worked together for seven years previously without any incident.

Scully:
Seven years?

Mulder:
Yeah, but they are not ... romantically involved if that's what you're thinking.

Scully:
Not even I would be so farfetched.

[Mulder smiles slightly. The next slide shows that the two agents are in the same hospital room, with their matching injuries.]

Mulder:
You have any ideas, Scully, any thoughts?

Scully:
What I'm thinking, Mulder, is how familiar this seems. Playing Watson to your Sherlock. You dangling clues out in front of me one by one. It's a game, and... and, as usual, you're, you're holding something back from me. You're not telling me something about this case.

Mulder:
(finger to his mouth, pretending to think hard about it) Hmm...

Scully:
Okay, so these agents were investigating something. (Mulder chuckles) Something... much like what they themselves were almost killed by. Uh, something they came into contact with. Uh... Third party? (Mulder, playing with her, holds up two fingers) Two third parties. Twins? Relatives? A doppelganger? (Mulder shakes his head and taps his nose) A corporeal likeness that appears unbidden from the spirit world the sight of which presages one's own death or... a double, conjured into the world by a technique called bilocation... (Mulder stops teasing and looks up at her in awe as she continues) which in psychological terms represents the person's secret desires and impulses committing acts that the, uh, real person cannot commit himself... or herself? (he smiles at her; she's annoyed) Mulder, the slide, please! (He finally advances the projector to show a slide of the Kansas driver's license of Betty Templeton. Scully proudly claps her hands.) Yes!

Mulder:
(pouting) Don't go thinking I'm going to start doing the autopsies.

Mulder:
Who is it?

Scully:
It's me.

Mulder:
(lets her in; she goes and sits on the bed) What's wrong, Scully? You look sick.

Scully:
I don't know what's wrong.

Mulder:
Come in.

Scully:
I, um... I was starting to get ready for bed and I started to feel really dizzy - vertigo or something - and then I just... I started to get chills.

Mulder:
You want me to call a doctor?

Scully:
No, I just... I just want to get warm. Thank you. (she climbs under the covers, he tucks her in before crawling in next to her and spooning with her)

Mulder:
It's not worth it, Scully.

Scully:
What?

Mulder:
I want you to go home.

Scully:
Oh, Mulder, I'm going to be fine.

Mulder:
No, I've been thinking about it. Looking at you tonight, holding that baby... knowing everything that's been taken away from you. A chance for motherhood and your health and that baby. I think that... I don't know, maybe they're right.

Scully:
Who's right?

Mulder:
The FBI. Maybe what they say is true, though for all the wrong reasons. It's the personal costs that are too high. There so much more you need to do with your life. There's so much more than this. There has to be an end, Scully.

Scully:
Mulder, if any of this is true...

Mulder:
If it is, or if it isn't, I want you to forget about it, Scully.

Scully:
Forget about it?

Mulder:
You're not going back out there. I'm not going to let you go back out there.

Scully:
What are you talking about?

Mulder:
It has to end sometime. That time is now.

Scully:
Mulder...

Mulder:
Scully, you have to understand that they're taking abductees. You're an abductee. I'm not going to risk... losing you.

Scully:
I won't let you go alone.

Agent Short:
I see the money bleed out, but it just doesn't seem to make the results of your work any better. So many of the cases you investigate are left unexplained. Makes it hard to justify the expense.

Scully:
So much of the work that we do cannot be measured in standard terms.

Agent Short:
How would you measure it?

Scully:
We open doors with the X-Files, which lead to other doors.

Agent Short:
Doors leading to... "A conspiracy of men who cooperated with alien beings to create human alien hybrids." So we could all become slaves of an alien invasion.

Scully:
I believe that there was once a conspiracy. I believe I was taken by men who subjected me to medical tests, which gave me cancer and left me barren.

Agent Short:
But you don't believe in aliens?

Scully:
I've seen things that I cannot deny.

Skinner:
(enters her hospital room) Agent Scully.

Scully:
Hi.

Skinner:
Hi. How you feeling?

Scully:
I'm feeling fine. They're just running some tests on me.

Skinner:
Well... um... (he looks like he's in pain; he can't say it)

Scully:
(almost crying) I already heard.

Skinner:
(voice breaking) I lost him. I don't know what else I can say. I lost him. I'll be asked... what I saw. And what I saw, I can't deny. I won't.

Scully:
(crying) We will find him. I have to. (Skinner nods and starts to leave) Sir, um... there's something else I need to tell you. Something that I need for you to keep to yourself. (she looks torn between laughing and crying) I'm having a hard time explaining it. Or believing it. But, um... (she smiles - half joy, half pain) I'm pregnant.

[Skinner is speechless. Scully tries to smile but is both laughing and sobbing.]

[Opening voiceover]

Mulder:
I want to believe so badly; in a truth beyond our own hidden and obscured from all but the most sensitive eyes. In the endless procession of souls, in what cannot and will not be destroyed.. I want to believe we are unaware of God's eternal recompense and sadness.. That we cannot see His truth. That that which is born still lives and cannot be buried in the cold earth.. But only waits to be born again at God's behest, where in ancient starlight we lay.. in repose.

LA County Sheriff's Deputy Keith Wetzel:
[Riding along with COPS cameraman] I don't know what it is about a full moon - It's just, something about it. People just go off the wall. I mean these are some pretty scary neighborhoods to begin with - I haven't been on the job that long myself, but, I've seen more than my fair share of crazy stuff. When the moon is full - It's just, like, times ten... I don't know, uh.. I don't know - Maybe it's the tides of something.. But irregardless - we're on the job, and if that makes people breathe a little easier knowing we're out there, or, be a little less nervous walking the streets at night, well, that's a good feeling.

[Computer beeps, receiving info about call - Wetzel types in and checks]

Deputy Wetzel:
Ok, we got a report of somebody lurking around the neighborhood making noise.. Actually, I take that back (looks at monitor) - We got a report of a.. "monster".. lurking around the neighborhood? Wha-? (turns to camera) ..Hey, it's a full moon.

Mulder:
Deputy, can you describe for me what you saw?

Deputy Wetzel:
Um - Well, I mean it was pretty dark, you know.. I-I didn't really see.. I don't know wha-, I don't know.

Mulder:
Well you must have seen something in order to run away from it, huh? You were responding to the same call we were - Of a monster prowling the neighborhood.

[camera moves to Sergeant Duthie - Scully, behind her, hides behind the ambulance door whenever camera is pointed towards her and Duthie]

Sergeant Paula Duthie:
We've been to this house before - The lady has a history of medication - You know what I mean?

Mulder:
Yeah, maybe - But she's not the only one seeing monsters. There's been half a dozen such sightings in this area in the past 60 days. Were you aware of that? (looks at Wetzel and Duthie)

Deputy Wetzel:
(shrugs) ..No.

[COPS crew rides with Mulder and Scully]

Mulder:
I'd have to say that at, uh, this point in the investigation, I'm-I'm usually more secure in-in what it is we are actually investigating, but.. we've had so many conflicting eyewitness reports that it's-it's hard to ascertain exactly what it is we're looking for... But the crimes we are investigating are-are paranormal. Uh, I can say that - With absolute conviction. Um.. and-and the nature of these crimes - they're-they're notoriously difficult to quantify on any rigorous scientific level, as Agent Scully will tell you.

Scully:
Ohh yeah.

Mulder:
Yeah, which-which in its own way is-is a kind of a validation, if you think about it in and of itself. Uh, but, you know, that-that's our job - That's why they pay us the big bucks.