The X-Files (1993–…): Season 1, Episode 10 - Fallen Angel - full transcript

We got a fire off county road D-7

two miles west of the
Canyon Ridge intersection.

Suggest we dispatch fire crews. Over.

(static)

This is Deputy Wright.

Do you copy?

Son of a...

Sir?

Sorry to disturb you, sir

but we've picked up an unidentified bogey.

I think you should see
the replay for yourself.



It tripped the fence at 2317

off Connecticut's coast.

Initial trajectory, north by northwest.

Then it went crazy.

Any other aircraft in the area?

No known aircraft can maneuver like this.

Well, whatever it was

dropped off the screen at 2418, sir.

Hit ground west of Lake Michigan

outside Townsend, Wisconsin.

The tracking prediction team

calculated impact at over 800

miles per hour.

I've instructed Chief Koretz



to start her report...

Negative.

She tracked a meteor.

It's aberrant movement

was due to instrument malfunction.

But, sir...

Your report will reflect these facts.

Is that clear?

Yes, sir.

Good.

Code
Indigo-Delta-Echo-Niner.

I have a confirmed
fallen angel in sector 87.

Mobilize Operation Falcon immediately.

Wright: Hello?

(screaming)

Reporter: They will have no comment

until the government
investigation now under way

is completed.

Government officials remain vague

about the toxic cargo that has
caused the immediate evacuation

ofTownsend, Wisconsin's, 12,000 residents.

Speculation here has centered on

a shipment of toxic waste.

Mulder: Then what happened out
there if wasn't a train wreck?

Man: Mr. Mulder, the continental
United States is surrounded

by an electronic fence
that reaches 15,000 miles

into space.

We use it to track and monitor

the 7,087 man-made objects
that orbit the earth.

Last night at 2317
that fence was breached.

This morning at 0100

Operation Falcon went into effect

led by Colonel Calvin Henderson

the Air Force's reclamations expert.

Reclamations?

During the Cold War, his job

was to prevent technologies
from downed U.S. Aircraft

from getting into Soviet hands.

He's part of a crash retrieval unit.

Mm-hmm.

Quick response.

I'd say you have 24 hours

before the entire area is sanitized.

After that, it would be
like nothing ever happened.

Man: Alright, get the trucks rolling.

Man: Keep 'em going!

(chattering)

(soldiers chattering)

(helicopter whirring)

Thank you, sir.

Thank you.

Get 'er rolling. Let's go! Let's go!

Soldier: Alright, clear the road!

You're late, lieutenant.

It will be dark in a half hour.

We had a flat, sir.

There's a briefing at 2200 hours.

Go to headquarters for live rounds.

Live rounds, sir?

You got a problem with that?

We were told this was a drill.

They told you wrong.

Sir.

Okay, everyone out!

Come on, people, light a fire!

(indistinct chattering)

Man: Uh, roger, this is
Charley-Delta-Seven Squad.

We're continuing the search,
but at this time, it's negative.

(men yelling)

(whooshing noises)

(shutter clicking)

(shutter clicking rapidly)

You just made the worst mistake

of your life, Agent Mulder.

I think you knocked out a filling.

You'll pay the price

for putting my men at risk.

Since when does taking
pictures put lives at risk?

You violated a U.S. Government quarantine

and that's a federal crime.

A quarantine?

That's what you call this?

We're trying to contain
an ecological disaster.

That's a lot of firepower
to protect Mother Nature.

I have my orders

and the license to
execute them as I see fit.

I suggest you forget what you saw

or what you think you saw

for your own well-being.

You've got a downed
craft in those woods, sir

and troops carrying live rounds.

We both know what's out there!

Are you MUFON or KUFOS?

Do you mind if I sit down?

Let me guess.

You're wh that new group, CSICOP, right?

Say no more. You're a cautious man.

Trust no one... very wise.

After what happened toJ.F.K.,
I understand completely.

Let me introduce myself.

My name is Max Fenig.

I'm with the National
Investigative Committee

of Aerial Phenomenon... NICAP.

Pleased... pleased to
make your acquaintance.

I wish we could shake on it, you know.

Firm grip, look right in the eye...

you learn a lot about a guy that way.

Can I, um...?

Can I ask you a question?

Go ahead.

Did you see anything?

Did you get close?

Me, I saw nothing.

I didn't see anything!

Nada, zip.

A hundred yards past the roadblock

they nailed me.

I have no idea how they did it.

I'm telling you

it's like the Roswell
cover-up all over again.

What makes you so sure
there's something out there?

Same thing that makes you so sure?

I didn't order room service.

This isn't funny, Mulder.

Did you meet Max?

Who?

Max from NICAP.

Oh. They must have released him.

Another intrepid soul in
search of a close encounter.

Is that what this is about?

What else?

Try explaining that to
Section Chief McGrath.

He's ordering a full inquiry

with a recommendation...

Mulder, he wants to shut down the X-Files

and he wants you out of the Bureau.

What else is new?

I don't understand you, Mulder...

why you're always defying protocol

ignoring jurisdiction.

Because I know what I saw, Scully.

There weren't train tracks
anywhere near that site.

So how could it have
been a derailed container?

Because it wasn't.

What you saw was not a toxic spill.

But it wasn't a U.F.O., either.

Okay, I'm all ears. What was it?

It was a downed Libyan
jet with a nuclear warhead.

(chuckling)

Over U.S. Airspace?

They've been picking up radiation

indicating that the plutonium casing

may have cracked.

So to avoid mass panic...

You really believe that story?

That story happens to
be highly classified.

A highly classified lie.

(helicopter whirring)

They're searching for someone, Scully.

Probably the pilot.

You think they'd roll
out all this material

for one Libyan fighter jock?

Besides, no human pilot
walked away from that wreckage.

Well, maybe he ejected.

Maybe.

Scully: You can't be serious.

As long as we're here
in Townsend, why not?

The hearing is tomorrow morning.

That gives us 24 hours to investigate.

My assignment is to bring you back...

not to help you dig yourself in deeper.

The Last Detail starring Dana Scully.

(phone off the hook)

What's going on?

Looks like housekeeping
hasn't been here yet.

Who would...?

(banging)

Shh.

(banging)

Max?

Get your hands up!

Whoa, don't shoot! Don't shoot!

Max?

Ahem.

My apologies.

Forgive me.

I'm a curious man.

I had to know.

Know what?

If it was really you.

You don't know me.

We just met last night.

We at NICAP have been
following your career closely

since your involvement with X-Files.

Following my career? How?

The Freedom of Information Act.

Your travel expenses

are a matter of public record.

So this must be the
enigmatic Agent Scully.

How did you recognize me?

I saw your picture in
a trade publication once

and I read your article in Omni
about the Gulf Breeze Sightings.

I published that under a pseudonym.

M.F. Luder. I know.

It's an anagram for F. Mulder.

You really didn't think
that would fool us, did you?

I didn't think anybody
was paying attention.

Somebody is always paying
attention, Mr. Mulder.

Amazing.

Amazing? Hardly.

You want to see something amazing

come with me.

Enigmatic Dr. Scully.

This is my, uh...

Right this way.

Excuse the mess.

Okay.

Where's those, uh...

Let me turn this off.

They were right here.

Oh, here they are.

The latest crop circle photos
from Project Argus. Huh?

Your opinion... fact or fraud?

Mulder: Fraud.

Max: Explain the anomalous
blisters on the plants.

Mulder: Some unreported
weathering effect common to wheat

or a systematic reaction
by the plant tissue

to being lodged in one position.

Max: You've read the literature.

Mulder: I try to keep up.

You said you had something to show us.

Oh, yeah. The Wolf's Ear 2000.

Ever hear of this?

Yeah. Wolf industries supplies the C.I.A.

With all of its surveillance equipment.

State-of-the-art
search and intercept...

up to 100 channels per second.

I'm jacked into local
fire and police departments

cellular phone pathways

and when the weather's right

air traffic control from
Whitmarsh air force base.

What have you got, Max?

Mobile unit broadcast in scan mode

Townsend Sheriff's
Department two nights ago.

We got a fire off county road D-7

two miles west

of the Canyon Ridge intersection.

Suggest we dispatch fire crews. Over.

This is Deputy Wright.

Do you copy?

And then this, 35 minutes later

presumably from the fire crew.

Reception got wiggy for some reason.

This is Unit 53.

Man down. Request medevac.

I said request medevac.

You're breaking up. Barely... bad...

Very bad. Wait a second.

What the hell?

Charlie, we got a situation here.

We put up a tight net.

Yes, sir, every inch of
ground is being covered

dug up, squeezed, and sifted.

No, sir. It will not get away.

Not this time.

Mrs. Wright?

Hi. I'm Fox Mulder.

This is Dana Scully.

We're from the F.B.I.

We'd like to ask you about your husband.

He's dead.

What else is there to know?

I'm sorry about your husband.

Oh, please.

Mrs. Wright, we want to help you.

Then leave me alone.

Let us help you.

I don't know anything.

Don't you understand?

They won't even release the body

so I can give him a proper burial, okay?

The government can't do that.

I'm sure if we appealed...

No! You can't.

You're entitled to the truth.

I can't afford the truth.

They said if I spoke to anyone

they would withhold my husband's pension

and I have a child to take care of.

(static screeching)

Picking up extremely
high frequency signal...

200,000 megahertz.

Sir, target

on the northeast side.

Foot speed...

seven miles per hour, sir.

Beta team...

Copy.

Target entering your
section from the southwest.

Search and destroy.

Repeat... search and destroy.

Yes, sir.

Jackson?

Nothing.

Must have been an animal.

I'm sorry, but unless you have a subpoena

I can't discuss patient information.

Does that mean Jason
Wright was your patient?

It means I have nothing more to say.

What about to his wife and child, Doctor?

Would you have anything to say to them?

Because whoever got
to you also got to her.

They must have made
some pretty big threats.

What did they hold over your head...

your medical license, the I.R. S?

I hate fascists.

Excuse me?

The men who came in here...

The way they pushed us all around.

Dr. Oppenheim, tell us about the deputy.

You saw him that night

didn't you?

Yes.

And three others from a fire crew.

They were all D.O.A. With
fifth- and sixth-degree burns

over 90% of their bodies.

But they weren't like
any burns I've ever seen.

They took the bodies away

before we could perform any pathology.

Did you note any cadaveric
heat rigor or stiffening?

Quite a bit of flexion in the limbs.

How do you know so much about it?

I did my residency in forensic medicine.

In your opinion

could those burns have been
caused by ionizing radiation?

Well, I hadn't thought.

I suppose it's possible

if the exposure was sufficiently intense.

Let's say those men died
from radiation exposure.

Couldn't it have been
from the cracked core

of a nuclear warhead?

I've read about these kinds of burns.

So have l... in Hiroshima at ground zero.

I'm talking about close
encounter mortalities.

I have a stack of X-Files
reporting the same results.

I don't claim to know all the answers

but if we don't make the O.P.R. Inquest

by tomorrow morning

there may not be any more X-Files.

(moaning)

(moaning)

Start an I.V. Here, stat.

Mulder: Tell us what happened.

Whatever happened has
nothing to do with you.

Wrong, Colonel.

We want the same thing,
only you want it dead.

Can't you see that chasing it down

leaves it no choice but to defend itself?

How many more have to die
before you rethink your approach?

Listen to me

'cause I'm not wasting
another breath on this.

If you and your partner

aren't out of here in 30 seconds...

Agent Scully stays here.

We're undermanned, she's
a doctor... she stays.

If that's okay.

Of course.

If you don't mind

you just take care of my men

and let me do my work.

Outside this emergency room
you can do whatever you want

but in here I call the shots...

assuming, of course

you want me to take care of your men.

Get this man

out of my sight.

Where do I scrub up?

Max.

Hey, Max.

Max.

Hey... Max.

Who are... who are you?

Max, it's me, Fox Mulder.

You okay?

What are you doing here?

You were having some kind of seizure.

Seizure?

That's impossible.

You were lying on the floor
unconscious, convulsing.

That's odd.

I haven't had an episode in seven years...

not since I went on medication.

Let's get you to the hospital.

No.

I mean, I mean it's not necessary.

You sure?

Yeah. I lived with epilepsy all my life.

I'm not in any danger.

Yeah, it started in South Dakota

when I was ten.

The doctor said I must
have incurred a head injury.

I don't remember ever hitting my head.

You have no memory of your seizures?

As a kid I used to wake
up in strange places

with no idea where I
was or how I got there.

(sighs)

Sorry. I...

I got to, I got to go to sleep.

All right.

(sighing)

Rough night, huh?

It was terrible.

We lost all but two

and they're still in critical condition

on their way to the burn unit

atJohns Hopkins.

So what do you think, Scully?

What's going on out there?

I don't know, and under
other circumstances

I would like to find out

but we have a plane to
catch in just over an hour.

I want you to take a
look at something first.

What?

Max.

There's an unusual incision
behind his left ear.

I've seen this incision twice before.

Two women... a thousand miles apart

no way of knowing each other, no relation.

Both claim to have
been abducted by aliens.

Are you saying Max Fenig is an abductee?

Mulder

the man is taking powerful
antipsychotic drugs.

I saw them in his R.V.

They're for his epilepsy.

Dilantin is an anti-convulsant

but Mellaril is used exclusively
to treat schizophrenia.

More than likely, Max is delusional.

You don't seem to understand, Scully.

Max doesn't believe he
was abducted by aliens.

I believe he was.

Now, could you at least
take a look at the scar

and give me your medical opinion?

Okay.

You pack.

I'll take a look at Max
on the way to the airport.

Sir, I have flash traffic at 24-18.

Repeated calls for I.D. Go unanswered

and it's not in the orbital
or sub-orbital inventory.

24-18... isn't that where...?

Same exact spot, sir

though I am reading a much larger craft.

Meteor, Ms. Koretz.

A much larger meteor, sir.

Hold on a second.

We have a confirm.

Whitmarsh Air Force Base is tracking.

Where is it?

Well, sir, the meteor seems to be hovering

over a small town in eastern Wisconsin.

Come on, Mulder, let's get this over with.

Hey, Max.

Max.

Max?

Hey, Max.

Max?

Mulder, look at this.

Mulder: What is that? Blood?

Man: Falcon Patrol reporting
unidentified trespass.

Repeat. Falcon Patrol reporting
unidentified trespass at the waterfront

Mulder!

Come on.

Where do you think you're going?

If we go to the airport
now, we might make the plane

which would give you half a chance

of defending yourself.

Think about it.

Max is a gypsy, nomad, right?

Yes. So what?

He intercepted Wright's last call

to his dispatcher

which means he was here
in Townsend, Wisconsin

the night of the crash.

Of all the places he could
have been, he was here.

If Max was abducted

that would go a long way

to explaining his obsessions.

If we figure that out, you
can be sure Henderson has.

Do you have the keys?

(panting)

Don't do this.

Sir, we've apprehended
the target, a civilian.

Negative, Falcon patrol.

Take him with extreme caution.

They're dead.

(Max groaning)

Max: It hurts. Stop.

Why? Why? Why?

It hurts.

Max?

It hurts.

Stop. It hurts.

It hurts. It hurts.

It's all right.

Stop it!

...It hurts.

No, no, it's me they...

They're coming for me.

No, I know that...

that's why they're here.

They're coming for me.

(helicopter whirring)

It hurts.

(moaning)

Alpha team, secure the roof.

Hold it right there!

Put your hands up and come with us!

Alpha team, ready on the roof.

Roger, Alpha. Delta team, report.

Delta team in position, sir.

What are you doing?

You have a very sick man in there.

We're not in the hospital now, Dr. Scully.

Omega team, report.

He's a delusional schizophrenic.

Keep her clear.

Sir, this is Alpha team leader.

I'm picking up three
forms inside the structure.

Henderson: Did you say three forms?

That's affirmative.

Two are proximate

the third approaching from 40 meters.

All teams prepare for go in 30 seconds.

Come on. Come on, Max.

Why... stop. Why...

I'm here to help you.

I'm scared.

I know.

Don't let them take me.

Mulder: I won't let them take you.

Come on, Max.

Come with me.

No!

Max!

Max!

Max!

Max!

Sir, this is Alpha team leader.

Except for our men

I'm only picking up one figure inside.

I do not copy that.

We indicate only one figure

inside the building.

What?

Soldier: Blow the door!

Take him!

(soldiers chattering)

That's your unit, sir.

Where is he?

He's gone. They got to him first.

They beat us, Colonel.

Arrest him.

And keep looking.

Agent Scully

to the best of your knowledge,
was Agent Mulder ever assigned

to investigate matters
related to the evacuation

ofTownsend, Wisconsin?

No, sir.

At any time

were you aware of his
submitting a Form 302

requesting said assignment
or travel expenses?

No, sir.

While in Wisconsin

did Agent Mulder drive a blue Ford Taurus

registered to the State Car rental agency?

Yes, sir.

Thank you, Agent Scully.

Sir, request permission
to make a statement.

Request denied.

Sir, it's unfair to judge
Mulder by the same criteria...

You're dismissed.

But, sir...

That will be all.

You hear that noise, Scully?

Hammer and nails.

They're building a
gallows in the town square.

Don't worry.

It was only a matter of time.

I'm surprised I lasted this long.

Good luck.

I'll break a leg.

McGrath: As well as
insubordination and misconduct.

How do you respond to these
allegations, Agent Mulder?

Over a dozen men lost their lives

and you want me to respond
to issues of protocol?

You failed to obtain proper
authorization for your actions.

I knew it wouldn't be forthcoming.

You also violated a Federal quarant...

A cover-up was underway...

Exposing yourself and possibly others

to toxic contamination!

Oh, toxic contamination.
Are we back in that?

You read my report.

Explain Max Fenig's disappearance.

Your report is not the
subject of this inquiry.

X rays taken while Mr.
Fenig was institutionalized

showed an object lodged in his cerebellum.

That is irrelevant, Agent Mulder.

The man was abducted.

Everybody in this room knows it.

Colonel Henderson's
written testimony states

that Fenig's body was
found two hours later

in a cargo container.

Then what can I say?

How can I disprove lies that are stamped

with an official seal?

That will be all, Mr. Mulder.

(sighing)

You can deny all the things I've seen

all the things I've discovered,
but not for much longer

'cause too many know
what's happening out there

and no one, no government agency

has jurisdiction over the truth.

Why did you countermand our decision?

Mulder's conduct was in clear violation

not only of Bureau
procedures, but of Federal Law.

Yes.

I don't understand.

The committee's case was airtight.

You've ruined the last best chance we had

to get rid of him.

I appreciate your frustration

but you and I both know
that Mulder's work...

his, uh... singular passion...

poses a most unique dilemma

but his occasional insubordination

is in the end far less dangerous.

With respect, sir...

less dangerous than what?

Than having him exposed
to the wrong people...

what he knows...

what he thinks he knows.

(sighing)

Always keep your friends
close, Mr. McGrath

but keep your enemies closer.

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