The X-Files (1993–…): Season 3, Episode 20 - Jose Chung's 'From Outer Space' - full transcript

Yeah, this is Roky.

I checked all the connections.

I don't know why all
the power's down out here.

I'm going to have to come in
and get some more equipment.

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, I'll need
several of those.

All right.

Um... I don't want
to scare you, but...

I think I'm madly
in love with you.

I mean, you're all
I think about.

You're my whole world.



Harold, I like you a lot, too,
but this is our first date.

I mean, I think
that we need more time

to get to know one another.

What happened?

Oh, my God!

Harold...

what are those things?

How the hell should I know?

Jack, what is that thing?

How the hell should I know?

I had never thought much
about it before.

I guess that's
because I always felt

like such an alien myself

that to be concerned with aliens
from... other planets...



that just seemed so,
uh... redundant.

I'd never actually
considered it much myself

before I started this job.

Yes. Now, if I understand
it correctly,

your partner is
the actual expert?

Yes, and I feel
that I must apologize

for his refusal to speak
with you, Mr. Chung,

but, uh, I must admit,
I probably wouldn't have myself

if I wasn't such an admirer
of your work.

- Oh.
- The Lonely Buddha is

one of my favorite novels.

Oh.

And here I was thinking you were
just some brainy beauty.

Now I find out
that you also have good taste.

What made you decide
to write a book

on an alien abduction
if you're not

that interested
in the subject matter?

Actually, it was
my publisher's idea.

At first I was reluctant,
until I realized

that I had an opportunity here

to create an entirely
new literary genre...

a nonfiction science fiction.

Now, see, that gimmick alone

will guarantee its landing
on the best-seller list.

In short, to answer
your question: money.

Well, just as long
as you're attempting

to record the truth.

Dear God, no.
How can I possibly do that?

What do you mean?

I spent three months
in Klass County,

and everybody there

has a different version
of what truly happened.

Truth is as subjective
as reality.

That will help explain
why when people talk

about their "UFO" experiences,
they always start off with,

"Well, now, I know how crazy
this is going to sound, but..."

So, you're here
to get my version of the truth.

Exactly.

Now, when did you first
find out about the case?

Well...

not right away, of course.

Um... not enough time
had elapsed

for it to be considered
a missing persons case

before the girl was found
the following morning.

She was suffering

from what my partner calls
"missing time."

She recalled nothing
of the previous night,

nor how she had arrived
at her present whereabouts.

Her body exhibited signs
of physical abuse.

And all of her clothes were on
inside-out and backwards.

Have I had my share
of mornings like that.

Oh, but these are
the characteristics

of someone who has...
wait a minute.

Do you prefer the term
"abductee"

or "experiencer"?

Actually, I prefer neither,
but my partner uses "abductee."

My preference is for the other.

"I've just had a little
alien experience,"

as opposed to, "I've
just been abducted."

Regardless,

the girl was considered
neither at the time.

She appeared more to be
the victim of date rape

than anything else.

She was given a physical exam,
and her statement was taken.

Later that night, she received
her... visitation.

Oh, Chrissy, thank God
you're all right.

How dare you come here.

Chrissy, I did everything
I could.

Don't I know it, you bastard.

Chrissy!

Don't you remember?

Who the hell is out there,
damn it?!

Chrissy, I love you.

The girl's father
informed the police,

who apprehended the boy
back at his own home.

We...

we were abducted by aliens.

You don't sound so sure of it.

It all seems so crazy,

and I don't know why
Chrissy doesn't remember it.

You willing to take
a lie detector test

to prove you were abducted by
creatures from outer space?

Yes, I am.

Well, too bad,

'cause I don't need
no lie detector to tell me

the only thing you were abducted
by were your rampaging hormones,

you punk!

But he did take a test
and passed it?

And he stuck to his story...

until we got there.

If she says I raped her, then...
I guess I raped her.

You don't sound so sure of that.

Well, it seems so crazy,

and I don't know why
Chrissy remembers it that way.

Would you be willing to
take a lie detector test

to prove that you raped her?

No. I'm not.

Well, that's too bad,
because the next rape

you experience
will probably be your own.

In prison.

That should have ended
our interrogation,

but Mulder brought the girl in
for questioning.

Are you having trouble sleeping?

Are you experiencing
muscle pains?

Vision problems?

Nosebleeds?

When you look at
a particular object,

do you receive the sudden flash

that you're actually looking
at something else?

Like an alien's face?

Yes!

So my partner became convinced

that she was suffering from
what he calls

"post-abduction syndrome."

You don't believe
in the disorder?

Well, I think
that stress of any kind

can cause all of those
physical ailments.

In any case, Mulder convinced
the girl and her parents

to let her be hypnotized.

What is your opinion
of hypnosis?

I know that it has
its therapeutic value,

but it has never been
proven to enhance memory.

In fact, it actually worsens it,

since people in that state
are prone to confabulation.

When I was doing research
for my book,

The Caligarian Candidate...

One of the greatest
thrillers ever written.

Oh... thank you.

I was, uh...

interested in how the CIA,

when conducting their MKUltra
mind control experiments

back in the '50s,

had no idea how hypnosis worked.

Hmm.

Or what it was.

No one still knows.

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.

You are feeling very sleepy,

very relaxed.

As your body calmly drifts

deeper and deeper

into a state of
peaceful relaxation,

you will respond only
to the sound of my voice.

Chrissy, can you
recall where you are?

I'm in a room...

on a spaceship...

surrounded by aliens.

What do the aliens look like?

They're small,

but their heads
and their eyes are big.

They're grey.

Are you alone?

No.
Harold's on another table,

but he seems really out of it,

like he's not really there.

What are the aliens doing now?

They seem to be arguing.

I can sort of hear them,

but I can't understand
what they're saying.

Except the leader.

I can understand him.

When the leader speaks to you,

does his mouth move?

No.

But I hear him in my head.

What is he saying?

He's telling me

this is for the good
of my planet, but...

But what?

But I don't like
what he's doing.

It's like he's
inside my mind, like...

...like he's stealing
my memories.

The description of the aliens,

the physical exam,
the mind scan,

the presence
of another human being

that appears switched off...

it's all characteristic
of a typical abduction.

That's my problem
with it, Mulder.

It's all a little too typical.

Abduction lore has
become so prevalent

in our society that
you can ask someone

to imagine what it would
be like to be abducted,

and they'd concoct
an identical scenario.

Yeah, if it were
only one person, Scully,

but we have
two individuals here,

each verifying
the other's story.

- But...
- Well, thanks a lot!

You really bleeped up this case.

Well, of course he didn't
actually say "bleeped."

He said...

I'm familiar with

Detective Manners'
colorful phraseology.

You'll still
going to hold the boy?

Oh, you bet your
blankety-blank bleep I am.

The victim seems to confirm
his alibi.

The hell she did.

Those kids' stories couldn't be
more bleeping different.

Chrissy?

Chrissy?

What do you want with us?

What do you want with us?!

How did the alien respond?

Well...

all he did was...

What...?

What's happening?

Don't worry. It'll be okay.

I'm here to protect you.

I'll never let anything
happen to you.

What was the other
alien... the grey...

what was it doing
during all this?

He was just...
talking.

Telepathically?

No. In English.

He just kept saying the same
thing over and over again.

This is not happening.
This is not happening.

This is not happening.
This is not happening.

Would you shut up already?

No!

This is not happening.
This is not happening.

I don't know where I was taken,

because the whole time
I was like this... in pain.

Because the other alien

was conducting torturous
experiments on you?

No.

No. It was like...
you know when you were a kid,

and you tore the legs
off a bug for no reason?

I guess I was the bug.

Anyways,

the next thing I remember,
I was suddenly outside,

like I was flying
through the air or something.

Then what?

Then I think I hit the ground.

When I came to,
I immediately ran to Chrissy's

to make sure she was there
and that she was okay.

Harold,

did you and Chrissy engage
in consensual

sexual intercourse that night?

If her father finds out,
I'm a dead man.

He said it happened
before the abduction.

So what if they had sex?

So we know that it wasn't
an alien that probed her.

Mulder, you've got
two kids having sex

before they're mature enough
to know how to handle it.

So you're saying that all this
is just a case of sexual trauma?

It's a lot more plausible
than an alien abduction,

especially in light
of their contradictory stories.

Hey!

I just got a call
from some crazy bleep head

claiming he was an eyewitness
to this alien abduction.

You feel like talking
to this blank hole?

I know how crazy all this
sounds, but I don't care.

What I have to say
has to be said.

Why did you wait till now
to tell us this information?

Two kids' lives may
be affected by it.

Well, it's bigger than
a couple of kids.

It has to do with
the entire planet,

the universe
and who knows what all.

Why don't you tell us
what happened that night.

This.

It's all here.

After seeing what
I saw that night,

I rushed right home
and wrote it all down.

48 hours straight.

I didn't want to forget
a single detail.

But I feel
that I should warn you...

I don't want to be
overly dramatic here...

but by looking at this,

you're putting your lives
in danger.

Why is that?

Because last night,

the weirdest thing happened.

No other object has been
misidentified as a flying saucer

more often
than the planet Venus.

Really?

That was when I realized
something was weird.

At which point?

See, normally, if two strangers
drive into my garage,

I'd tell them to get
the hell off the property,

but this time, I didn't.

It was like I was in a trance
or something.

What did these men look like?

Usually I'm really good
with faces, but this time,

all I can remember
is how they were dressed.

- They were...
- All in black?

How'd you know that?

Since the '50s, people
who have had close encounters

have reported
subsequent visitations

from these unearthly
men in black.

But, you know, myths
about men in black garments

have been recorded
throughout history

in many different cultures.

The Celtic legends are filled
with trickster men in black

and how anyone who encounters
them becomes enchanted.

Unfortunately, I'm not sure
that modern reconstruction

of ancient fairy tales
lends any more credence

to Roky's testimony.

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.

I'm a Republican.

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.

I know...

what I saw.

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?

Mr. 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.

You can't threaten me.

I just did.

This is what they wanted
me not to show anyone.

Now if you'll excuse me,
I have to go pack.

If we have any more questions,
where can we find you?

You won't find me.

"I sat in my stalled truck
frozen in terror,

"watching as this third alien

"attacked the other
two grey aliens.

"And then it happened,

the thing that forever
changed my life."

Roky! Roky!

Be thou not afraid.

No harm will come unto thee.

What do you want with me?

Your efforts are needed for
the survival of all earthlings.

How can I do that?

Come. I shall showeth...

"'...thee.'

"Before I knew it, I was
aboard the hover vessel

"and was heading not
into outer space,

"but into inner space,
toward the Earth's molten core,

"for that is the domain
of the third alien,

whose name, he soon told me,
was Lord Kinbote."

In short,

Roky showed signs
of being what is known

as a fantasy-prone personality.

Agent Scully,

you are so kindhearted.

He's a nut!

I just read his manifesto.

How did you get a copy?

One was sent to my publisher.

I don't know what
was most disturbing...

his description of the inner
core-reincarnated soul sex orgy

or the fact that the whole thing
is written in screenplay format.

It definitely was peculiar.

Well, surely your partner
didn't believe any of it.

Well, Mulder's had his share
of peculiar notions.

He's not inclined to dismiss
anything outright.

Mulder, you're nuts.

I'm not saying
he isn't delusional,

I'm just suggesting
that his delusional state

was triggered by something he
actually witnessed that night.

And the first part of his story
verifies the boy's version.

In fact, the only account that
doesn't add up is the girl's.

Who are you calling?

I'm going to arrange

to have her re-hypnotized.

Re-hypnotized? What for?

To see if what she remembers
is really what she remembers.

You are feeling very sleepy,
very relaxed.

As your body calmly drifts

deeper and deeper into a state
of peaceful relaxation,

you will respond only
to the sound of my voice.

So the girl was put under again

to see if she could confirm
any of the boy's story,

and as I suspected she might
under such conditions, she did.

The whole time it's beating me,
I'm like this.

And then I'm...
I'm flying through the air.

Now what's happening?

Some men are lifting me
off the ground,

men in Air Force uniforms.

Air Force?

Where are you now, Chrissy?

I'm in a room...

in an office.

I'm surrounded by men.

Some are in uniforms;
some are in suits.

The one closest to me
looks like a doctor.

He's talking to me.

What is he saying?

You're feeling very sleepy,
very relaxed.

I don't remember.

What are the other men doing?

They seem to be arguing.

Ask her if this third alien
had a Russian accent.

This is way beyond
their capabilities.

This is way
beyond our capabilities.

Ask if she knows where the
grey alien's saucer went to.

How is she going to know that?

Have we located
any of the others?

We're combing the area,

but this weather makes it tough.

All right.

Rinse her out

and give her the usual
abduction rigmarole.

What is the doctor doing now?

He's telling me this is
for the good of my country.

I don't like what he's doing.

He's stealing my memories.

Mulder, I think that you and the
hypnotherapist were leading her,

and I think that there was
more confabulation

in the second version
than in the first.

I think you're wrong
about that, Scully.

But I do think you're
right about one thing:

that this case might not have
anything to do with aliens.

Hey, I just got a call

from some crazy blankety-blank

claiming he found
a real live dead alien body.

I know how crazy
this is going to sound, but...

I want to be abducted by aliens.

Why? Whatever for?

I hate this town.

I hate... people.

I just want to be taken away
to someplace where I...

I don't have to worry
about finding a job.

So you were out
in the field that night?

Looking for UFOs.

There'd been some
recent sightings in that area,

so I was just hoping
to stumble across one.

Now, I've read every book
ever written

about UFOs and aliens,

not because I had to
but because I wanted to.

And I should've known to just
go get my video camera then

instead of notifying
the proper authorities.

What was wrong with doing that?

Because the proper
authorities showed up

with a couple of men in black.

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,
you know?

And the other one...
the tall, lanky one...

his face was so blank
and expressionless.

He didn't even seem human.

I-I think he was a mandroid.

The only time he reacted was
when he saw the dead body.

Yeah, that's a bleeping
dead alien body

if I ever bleeping saw one.

Wrap it up.

You got him?

You never saw this.

This didn't happen.

You tell anyone,
you're a dead man.

He said I said what?

When I interviewed him,
he claimed you threatened him.

That's ridiculous! I...

And, besides, we allowed him
to view the autopsy.

Whoa!

Hey, hey!

You can't suppress the truth.

The people have a right to know.

Roswell... Roswell!

Hey!

Does that camera work?

Is this actual footage
of the alien autopsy

or simply a well-made hoax?

So this is footage of the actual
autopsy you performed.

It's so embarrassing.

Who is that mysterious man

who seems to be
overseeing the proceedings?

And what secret
government agency

does this autopsy doctor
work for?

But see, whoever got ahold
of this footage

edited it in such a way

as to delete
all the significant findings.

There appear to be two layers
of epidermis.

There's a metal strip

that runs just under
the top layer, down the...

It's a zipper.

You mean it's-it's just
a dead human being?

Well...

Well, then, who is this bleep?

I don't know, but I bet
we can find his I.D. from

the military database.

Have you seen our
video cameraman?

No, but I found
our alien's I.D.

You were right, Mulder.

Air Force Major Robert Vallee.

That was fast.

Agent Mulder?

We were notified
one of our officers

was confined here
under your custody.

Who notified you?

Major Vallee is AWOL, sir.

Our orders are to escort him
back to the base.

Well, the major is dead...
his body's being detained

for further investigation.

Investigation into what, ma'am?

Possible kidnapping.

May we at least view the body
for verification?

- I don't see why not.
- No, no, no.

But you can talk
to the other AWOL pilot

that was brought in with him.

Lieutenant Jack Sheaffer
is also in your custody?

That's right.

Yeah, he's-he's
right down... here.

Oh. He was... he was here
just a few minutes ago.

I-I guess he's still AWOL.

You want to take a look
at Vallee?

Hmm. Guess he's still AWOL.

So what else is new?

I got to find that video guy.

The wound is situated

left of the midline
of the abdomen.

The edges of the tissue
appear to be torn apart...

Who is it?

Hey! You can't...

What do you think you're doing?

Hey, I...

Hey.

You have no right to suppress...

Roswell... Roswell!

I was unconscious for...
I don't know how long,

and the only reason
I came to was...

Where's the tape?

They took it.

Who?!

The other men in black.

If I find out you lied to me,
you're a dead man.

And then he left.

I never saw any of them again.

Aren't you nervous
telling me all this

after receiving all
those death threats?

Well, hey, I didn't spend
all those years

playing Dungeons & Dragons

and not learn a little something
about courage.

Oh.

Hmm.

After not recovering the tape,

Mulder was heading back
to the motel,

and that's when his account
of things gets a little...

odd.

Lieutenant Jack Sheaffer?

This is not happening!

It's not happening!

This is not happening.

It's not happening.
It's not happening.

The Germans used to project

the image of the Virgin Mary

over the French trenches
in World War One.

The enemy's always willing
to fire upon an invading force,

but on a holy miracle?

Or on visitors from outer space?

Yeah, the enemy sees
an American recon plane,

they start shooting.

They see a flying saucer
from another galaxy,

they hesitate.

You know what happens

to most people
after seeing a UFO?

They experience missing time.

Any number of
"soft option kills" will do it...

nerve gas,

low-frequency
infrasound beams...

Hell, with
high-powered microwaves,

you can not only cut
enemy communications,

you can cook internal organs.

But abductions?

Don't know as much about them.

I'm just the pilot.

You ever flown a flying saucer?

Afterwards, sex seems trite.

Well, what do you do
with the abductees?

Take them back to the base.

Let the doctors work on them.

Nothing physical.

They just mess with their minds.

Hypnosis.

At the base,

I've seen people go
into an ordinary room

with an ordinary bunch
of doctors

and come out absolutely positive
they were probed by aliens.

But if abductions are just
a covert intelligence operation

and UFOs are merely
secret military airships

piloted by "aliens,"
such as yourself,

then what were you abducted by?

Don't you get it?

I'm absolutely positive

me, my copilot and those
two kids were abducted,

but I can't be absolutely
sure it happened.

I can't be sure
of anything anymore.

What do you mean?

I'm not sure we're even

having this conversation.

I don't know

if these mashed potatoes
are really here.

I don't know if you even exist.

I can only assure you that I do.

Well,

thanks, buddy.

Unfortunately, I can't give you
the same assurance about me.

Well...

- looks like I'm a dead man.
- Wait a minute.

Wait a minute. It can't all be
fake memory implantation.

What about that third alien?
Wh-What was that thing?

Who? Lord Kinbote?

All right, come on.

That is odd,

because almost every day
I was there,

I ate lunch at that diner

and became dear friends
with the cook.

He told me a story about
the night you're talking about.

A man came into his place...

Sweet potato pie.

...sat down,
ordered sweet potato pie,

identified himself
as FBI Agent Mulder.

He then questioned my friend.

You ever seen a UFO
in these parts?

He then ordered
piece after piece,

each time asking
another question.

You ever experienced
a period of missing time?

You ever had the suspicion that
you've been abducted by aliens?

Have you ever found
a metal implant in your body?

Have you checked everywhere?

He ate a whole pie
in that fashion,

then got up and left.

My friend never saw him again.

The cook never mentioned
Lieutenant Sheaffer,

let alone any other
Air Force personnel.

You seem

non-nonplussed
by these contradictions.

Well, not after what happened
when Mulder left the diner

and got back to the motel.

Scully?

Where's Scully?

Oh. She, uh...

She went to get some ice.

Where is she?!

Scully, what's going on here?

Mulder, these gentlemen
have something

very important to tell you.

Some alien encounters are hoaxes

perpetrated by your government
to manipulate the public.

Some of these hoaxes
are intentionally revealed

to manipulate the truth-seekers
who become discredited

if they disclose the
deliberately absurd deception.

Similar things are said
about the men in black.

That they purposely dress
and behave strangely

so that if anyone tries to
describe an encounter with them,

they come off
sounding like a lunatic.

I find absolutely no reason
why anyone would think you crazy

if you described
this meeting of ours.

You're feeling very sleepy...

very relaxed.

Alex Trebek?

The game show host?

Mulder didn't say
that it was Alex Trebek.

It was just someone
that looked incredibly like him.

Did he?

I mean, you were there.

Well, not exactly. Um...

I don't have
any recollection of this.

I...

was surprised to wake up
the next morning

to find Mulder asleep
in my room.

Oh.

But, Mulder, I don't even
remember letting you in.

I told you, you
didn't let me in.

They were already here.

Scully.

We'll be right there.

That was Detective Manners.

He said they just found
your bleeping UFO.

Apparently, that was the cause

of all those UFO sightings
three nights ago.

They refused our assistance

because it's some kind of
top-secret experimental plane.

They don't want our assistance.

They want witnesses
to their alibi.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Hey!

That was the guy that was...

Bleep.

I know it probably doesn't have

the sense of closure
that you want,

but it has more than
some of our other cases.

Agent Mulder?

Thanks.

What can I do for you,
Agent Mulder?

Don't write this book.

You'll perform a disservice
to a field of inquiry

that has always struggled
for respectability.

You're a gifted writer,

but no amount of talent
could describe the events

that occurred
in any realistic vein

because they deal
with alternative realities

that we're yet to comprehend.

And when presented
in the wrong way,

in the wrong context,

the incidents
and the people involved in them

can appear foolish,
if not downright psychotic.

I also know that
your publishing house is owned

by Warden White, Incorporated...

a subsidiary
of MacDougall-Kesler...

which makes me suspect
a covert agenda

for your book on the part of

the military-industrial-
entertainment complex.

Agent Mulder,
this book will be written,

but it can only benefit if you
can explain something to me.

What's that?

What really happened
to those kids on that night?

How the hell should I know?

Agent Mulder, I appreciate
this little visit,

but I have deadlines to face.

Evidence of
extraterrestrial existence

remains as elusive as ever,

but the skies
will continue to be searched

by the likes of Blaine Faulkner,

hoping to someday find
not only proof of alien life,

but also contentment
on a new world.

Until then, he must be content
with his new job.

Others search for answers
from within.

Roky relocated
to El Cajon, California,

preaching to the lost
and desperate.

And so at each death,

the soul descends further
into the inner earth,

attaining ever greater levels
of purification,

reaching enlightenment
at the core.

Assuming, of course,

that your soul is
able to avoid the lava men.

Seeking the truth about aliens

means a perfunctory
9:00-to-5:00 job to some.

For although agent Diana Lesky

is noble of spirit
and pure at heart,

she remains, nevertheless,
a federal employee.

As for her partner,
Renard Muldrake...

that ticking time bomb
of insanity...

his quest into the unknown
has so warped his psyche,

one shudders to think
how he receives

any pleasures from life.

Chrissy Giorgio has come
to believe her alien visitation

was a message to improve
the condition of her own world,

and she has devoted herself
to this goal wholeheartedly.

Oh, it's you.

What do you want?

I just wanted to tell you
I still love you.

Love.

Is that all you men think about?

Then there are those

who care not
about extraterrestrials,

searching for meaning
in other human beings.

Rare or lucky
are those who find it.

For although we may not
be alone in the universe,

in our own separate ways
on this planet,

we are all... alone.

I made this!