The X-Files (1993–…): Season 7, Episode 2 - The Sixth Extinction II: Amor Fati - full transcript

- Previously on The X Files...
- It appears to be a craft; its skin covered

with the intricate symbols
you and I both saw.

They are somehow
imbued with power.

There's activity in the temporal lobe

we've just never seen.
His brain is going to just die.

- What's causing this?
- It's a temporal lobe abnormality.

That's how you're able
to read minds.

What's causing this is alien.

Agent Mulder,
I want to help you.

- You asked me to come down here.
- You're going to inject him?

- He's being given the wrong treatment.
- You're not a doctor.



Look, I know
you've been compromised.

I know Krycek
is threatening your life.

I know you
know about me--

that my loyalties
aren't just to you.

He's not dying.

He is more alive
than he's ever been,

and what's causing it
may be extraterrestrial.

Please, Mulder.

Hold on.

We've exhausted all medical
and scientific evidence.

By that, I mean
nothing we can find--

no disease, no hint of disease,
only symptoms.

The brute fact is: he's
experiencing so much activity

in his temporal lobe



that it is effectively
destroying his brain.

Enough!

There's only
so much bluntness

a mother can take.

I'm sorry. I just...

All you do
is sedate him.

You're turning him...

...into a zombie.

I know you can hear me, Fox.

Can you
give me a sign?

I can hear you, Mom.

Fox.

Mom, I can hear you.

I'm here.

I love you,
my darling boy.

Mom, where you going?

Mom?

Mom!

Come back, Mom!

Mom!

Mom!

Mom...!

"When in disgrace

with fortune and men's eyes..."

Ah, but your mommy
will still love you.

All a mother wants is to shield
her boy from pain and danger.

Safe in the world
as he was once in the womb.

But maybe we think
a father demands

more than mere survival.

Maybe we're afraid a father
demands worldly adulation,

success, heroism.

I know you can hear me.

I could always hear you.

Even when my mind is jammed
with a thousand voices,

I can hear you like a snake
hissing underneath.

How the hell did you
get in here?

How does anything I do

surprise you now?

Aren't you expecting me
to sprout vampire fangs?

You've come to kill me.

Be better than living
like a zombie, wouldn't it?

I'm giving you a choice.

What choice?

Life or death.

Your account is squared--
with me, with God,

with the IRS,
with the FBI.

Rise out of your bed
and come with me.

I'm dying, you idiot.

If I could get up,
I'd kick your ass.

Don't be so dramatic.

Only part of you is dying.

The part that
played the hero.

You've suffered enough,

for the X Files,
for your partner,

for the world.

You're not Christ.

You're not Prince Hamlet.

You're not even Ralph Nader.

You can walk out
of this hospital,

and the world will
forget you.

Arise.

Wh... Wh...

What the hell
are you doing to me?

I'm showing you how to take
the road not taken.

Take my hand.

Why should I take your hand?

You can't read my mind?

No... I can't.

All the voices are gone.

Take my hand, Fox.

You have to take
the first step.

Take my hand.

I am your father.

Sleep is a luxury, Agent Scully.

A self-indulgence
we have no time for.

Nor does Agent Mulder.

How did you get in here?

Getting in is easy.

It's what you do once
you're inside that's key.

What's that
supposed to mean?

You are the only one
with access to Mulder.

I need you to use it wisely.

Like you?

Almost killing him by
shooting him full of phenytoin

for a few moments of lucidity.

It's what Agent Mulder wanted.

He knows what's wrong.

What he wants now
is to prove it.

It's why he asked for me,
not you.

I don't believe that.

Two years ago, your partner
was infected with a virus

he claimed was alien--
a virus reactivated in him

by exposure to a source
of energy also alien.

Agent Mulder
is living proof

of what he tried so
long to substantiate:

the existence of alien life.

Well, whatever it is,
it's killing him.

And we have to get it
out of him.

You destroy this,
and I'll destroy you.

Scully.

Agent Scully,
you need to go to the hospital.

Wh-Why? What happened?

Mulder's gone.
He's disappeared.

There were guards posted here.

A man who's
gravely ill

doesn't just get up
and disappear.

I know. I know.

How did this happen?

His mother checked him out.

His mother?

That's what they're saying.

Has anybody
spoken with her?

I'm leaving that up to you.

It's better I not be involved
any further in this case.

Sir, this isn't just a case.

This is Agent Mulder
we're speaking about.

And I am trying to help him by
staying out of this from now on.

Sir...

I'm in a compromised position.

The less I know about
Agent Mulder's whereabouts,

and yours,

the better.

The child is father to the man.

You've been asleep
quite a while.

I expect it'll be some time

before your sleep patterns
return to normal.

Would you like
an explanation?

I'm not sure.

While you were lying unconscious
in the hospital this afternoon,

my doctors
worked on you.

Why?

At some point,
I realized

that if the Syndicate
didn't kill you,

the FBI would.

If the FBI
didn't kill you,

your own misguided
heroism would.

There's really no
way out for you.

There's no way for
you to cheat death,

except by disappearing.

A man can't just disappear.

Oh, we've made
entire cultures disappear.

Like me, now, you'll...

you'll become a man
without a name.

But even while you miss
your former identity,

you'll learn to love
life's simpler pleasures.

Well, that'll be kind of tough
with these on.

When you no longer want to run,
those will come off.

How do you feel?

I feel better than I did.

I got to tell Scully.
I got to tell her.

If you do have contact with her,
you'll put her in danger.

You're entering a kind of, uh,

witness protection program,
for want of a better term.

Can I offer you a cigarette?

I don't smoke.

Maybe now you do.

Don't move.

Who's there?

I don't mean
to frighten you.

Albert Hosteen.

What are you doing here?

How did you get here?

I'm sorry to surprise you.

Surprise?

That you're standing here.

Last time I saw you
was in New Mexico.

They'd taken you
from the hospital.

Your-your doctors
feared the worst.

I was hoping
to see your partner.

He's missing.

You must save him.

He's very ill.

You must find him
before something happens,

not only for his sake--

for the sake of us all.

Where are we?

Home.

This is your new life.

I don't understand.

You can drive
away right now.

Drive back to Scully

and your X Files
and imminent death.

I wouldn't be
surprised if you did.

But I think you should
take a look around.

I mean, why leave something
behind until you...

until you know what
it is you're leaving?

Mulder was taken out of the
hospital just before 2:00 a.m.

His mother's signature is

on the hospital
documents.

It's her handwriting.

She checked him out A.M.A.;
against medical advice.

It's all legitimate,
until you go to surveillance.

This is the camera

in the hall
outside Mulder's room.

Here's inside his room.

And two other cameras
on the ward.

We're guesstimating there were
at least three others involved.

Check this out.

Where's Waldo?

She's talking
to someone.

Yeah.

I know who that is.

Hello?

Anybody home?

They can change
your name,

but they can't change
the things you love.

It can't be.

You're dead.

No.

No, just really relaxed.

Scully... saw you get shot...

on the bridge,
six years ago.

Sure, you're... dead.

One, uh,
well-placed bullet...

...a punctuation mark
in a man's life,

and you get to start
a whole new chapter.

I'm fine, son.

Aside from a little
tennis elbow.

I felt responsible
for your death.

You can let that go.

Clearly, I'm alive.

I thought that you died
for my quest.

Yes, along with
Scully's sister

and the man you thought was
your father and Duane Barry

and even Scully's
mysterious illness,

and on and on and on.

You can let go
of all that guilt.

I'm here to tell
you that you're not

the hub of the universe,

the cause of
life and death.

We-- you and I-- are...

merely puppets
in a master plan.

No more, no less.

You've suffered enough.

Now you should
enjoy your life.

Let me show
you something.

That's my wife
and daughters.

We live just
down the street.

I hope...

you visit us for dinner.

Oh.

Oh, hey, buddy,
that's okay.

You can build it again.

Just start again.

Okay?

Who's there?

Who are you?

Hundreds of little joys--

to open a door and have
a woman beckon you in,

to have her make a fire
and lay the table for you,

and when it's late,
to feel her take you

into her arms.

This is Teena Mulder.
I'm not in to take your call.

Please leave your message.

This is Dana Scully.

Thank you.

As before, you can reach me
at your son's office at the FBI.

Thank you.

Skinner.

Sir, did you send me this book?

- Excuse me?
- This book.

It explains everything
that I found in Africa...

using the same symbols
that I found on the ship.

Agent Scully, I asked you
not to involve me in this.

It's all here, sir--

a foretelling
of mass extinction;

a myth about a man
who can save us from it.

That's why they took Mulder.

They think that his illness
is a gift--

protection
against the coming plague.

I'm sorry, Agent Scully.

The assistant director has
given me express orders

not to let you in.

Sir, are you hurt?

Are you cut?

Get on the phone.

Hey!

Stop that man!

Morning.

What's wrong, Fox?

There's nothing wrong.

Perfect.

It's all perfect.

What the hell
am I doing here?

You just need
some coffee.

No, I'm-I'm serious.

I have commitments--

to the X Files,
to Scully, to my sister...

You think you know
what that means-- commitment.

It's all just
childish, Fox.

"Childish"?

Yes.

You've been a child...

with only
the responsibility of a child

to your own dreams
and fantasies,

but you won't know the
true joy of responsibility

until you plant your feet
in the world...

...and become a father.

Wow.

Diana, you...
you lay all this on me,

after I sleep with you
one time,

what's it
going to be like tomorrow?

You have to let go, Fox.

Just like that?
I'm just supposed

to slip into domestic bliss,

even after I was
dropped off here

by a man I have every reason
to believe left here

- to carry on his dirty work.
- Hey.

He lives the next block over.

We'll go visit
after breakfast.

You told someone,
didn't you?

You let the information out.

What are you talking about?

A man attacked Skinner
in his office.

- For what?
- For what he knows about Mulder.

I haven't told anyone.

What is this?

These are mine.

You've hacked into my files.

What are you doing
with these?

I was having them analyzed.

By whom?

The National Institutes
of Health.

What?

The material you have there--

encrypted data that describes
advanced human genetics--

where did you get it?

This was not
supposed to go public.

Wherever you got it,

that data supports
what's happened to Mulder.

It proves what he's become:
biologically alien.

What are you hiding?

It doesn't matter.

It matters to someone.

Whoever it is,

it sounds like they're
looking for Mulder, too.

I wasn't expecting you so soon.

I thought you'd take
a few days to settle in.

Think you need to
allay his unhappiness

with things he perceives
as left undone.

Including why you live
in a bigger house than I do.

I've got quite a few
mouths to feed--

three grandkids...
and, uh...

your sister.

She's been living
here all along.

Living a life
you'd forsaken.

He said
you were coming.

A father
has high hopes for his son,

but he never dreams his boy's
going to change the world.

I'm so proud of this man--

the depth of his capacity
for suffering.

Like father, like son.

They think what he has
is killing him,

but, in actuality, he's
never been more alive.

Do you think he dreams?

Oh, I'm sure he dreams.

About what, I wonder.

The dreams all men who are owned
by the world have--

a simpler life...

full of small
pleasures.

Extraordinary men
are always most tempted

by the most ordinary things.

Dreams are all
he has now.

Bum a cigarette,
Agent Fowley?

I don't smoke.

Really?

I could swear I smell
cigarette smoke on you.

Let's cut the crap,
shall we?

Yes. Let's.

Where's Mulder?

Maybe before you go around
blaming everyone you can find

for what's happened to Mulder,

you could think about what you
could've done to prevent it.

I just want you to think.

Think of Mulder
when you met him.

Think of the promise

and the life
in front of him.

Think of him now.

And then try and stand there
in front of me,

look me in the eye,

and tell me Mulder wouldn't
bust his ass trying to save you.

I'm thinking, Agent Scully.

I'm always thinking.

It's a chance
none of us ever expected,

let alone hoped for.

After all these years

trying to develop
a compatible alien-human hybrid,

to have one ready-made.

All these years,

all the questioning why...
why keep Mulder alive,

when it was so simple to remove
the threat that he posed?

There was no way
you could have predicted this.

The fact remains,
he's become our savior.

He's immune
to the coming viral apocalypse.

He's the hero here.

He may not survive
the procedure.

Then he suffers a hero's fate.

Diana?

Fox?

It's time, honey.

Hey, how you doing?

Don't think
of the man...

think of the sacrifice
he's making for all of us,

for the world.

It would've been nice
to give him a choice.

Don't think Mulder
would've chosen this?

To become the thing
he sought for so long?

To feel what it's like?

He is what he sought.

We'll never know.

Besides, his task
is almost complete.

I'll carry the burden
from here on in.

I know about the boy.

The boy on the beach.

The vision you go
to in your mind.

We all have such places...

born of memory and desire.

I'm seen him thousands of times.

I've never seen
what he wants me to see.

Close your eyes.

He's ready to show you
if you're ready to see.

Wow.

What did you make?

An unidentified
flying object.

Hey, what-what
are you doing?

Why are you
destroying

your spaceship?

It's your spaceship.

You're destroying it.

You were supposed
to help me.

You're running
out of time.

Why do you come to me
like this?

Why?

When I can't find him.

You don't look
in the right place.

I don't think you're hearing me.

You don't know where he is?

Even if I did,

I wouldn't know how to save him.

This science
makes no sense to me.

Have you looked for him here?

Are you asking me to pray?

There are more worlds

than the one
you can hold in your hand.

I hope you see the poetry in this, Diana.

You're removing genetic material
that may kill your son.

We're forcing the next step
in evolution to save man.

We're doing
God's work, Diana.

Without this immunity,
everyone would die.

This knowledge
is God's blessing.

I'll carry on for Mulder
from here.

The patient's come out--
Mulder's awake.

I've got him topped off,
but he won't stay under.

I don't think we can
take him any further.

Is he feeling
any pain?

Flat on the monitor.

Any flatter, he'd be
circling the drain.

Okay.

Let's do this thing.

Rest now.

Can you open the blind?

I'd like to take
a look outside.

I wanted you to have peace.

Where's Samantha?

Your sister died
five years ago.

Wh... What about Deep Throat?

We've been over this.

He's dead.

Diana's dead.

And Scully.

Scully's dead?

She's dead.

It's time for you to let go.

They're waiting
for you...

if you let go.

Close your eyes, Fox.

We're the last, you and I.

The end.

And the beginning.

There's nothing to be done.

Nothing at all.

Scully...

I knew you'd come.

They told me you were dead.

And you believed them.

Traitor.

What?

Deserter.

Coward.

Scully, don't...

I'm dying.

You're not supposed to die,
Mulder-- not here.

What do you mean?

Not in a comfortable bed
with the Devil outside.

No, you don't understand.

He's taken care of me.

No, Mulder...

he's lulled you to sleep.

He's made you trade
your true mission

for creature comforts.

There was no mission.

There were no aliens.

No aliens.

Have you looked outside, Mulder?

I can't.

I'm... too tired.

No, Mulder, you must get up.

You must get up

and fight.

Especially you.

This isn't your place.

Get up, Mulder.

Get up and fight the fight.

Scully...

Where's Scully?

Scully?

Scully!

Mulder.

Mulder, you've
got to wake up.

I've got to get you
out of here.

Mulder, can you
understand me?

Mulder, you've
got to get up.

I don't know
how much time we have.

You've got to
get up, Mulder.

No one can do it
but you, Mulder.

Mulder, help me.

Please, Mulder.

You...

help me.

Scully, what are you
doing here?

Actually, I-I was just getting
dressed to come see you,

but I... I couldn't find a tie
to go with my victory cap.

Mulder, no work.

You have to go
back to bed.

Oh, wait.
Tie goes to the runner.

Scully, I, um...

I was coming down...

to work to tell you
that Albert Hosteen is dead.

He died last night
in New Mexico.

He'd been in a coma
for two weeks.

There was... no way he could
have been in your apartment.

He was there.
W-We prayed together.

Mulder, I don't
believe that.

I... I don't believe it.
It's impossible.

Is it any more impossible
than what you saw in Africa,

or what you saw in me?

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.

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.

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.

You... were my friend,
and you told me the truth.

Even when the world was falling
apart, you were my constant...

my touchstone.

And you are mine.

Ah!

I made this!