The X-Files (1993–…): Season 9, Episode 11 - Audrey Pauley - full transcript

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- Thanks for the beer.
- Thanks for the lift.

- So, big plans for the weekend?
- Oh, huge.

Microwave pizza, satellite TV.

Wow.

Thanks for making my life sound exciting.

Maybe we both need pets.
They say people with pets live longer.

I was thinking about getting a cat.

There's dog people and there's cat people.
You are a dog person, John.

- How do you figure?
- (laughs)

You're faithful.



You're dependable.

You're without guile.

And you're very comfortable to be around.

So why a cat?

Low maintenance. They don't expect much
from you, so you can't disappoint them.

I don't see you ever
disappointing anyone, John.

See you Monday?

Yeah.

See ya.

John,John,John.

- (doctor) Miss?
- (nurse) Reyes.

How are you feeling tonight?

You with us?

Hello?



Is anybody here?

Hello.

It's OK. I was a little
freaked out too. At first.

- Who are you?
- Steven Murdock.

I... I don't even know if that matters
any more, but my name is Steven.

Did you just look outside?

Yeah.

Don't do that.

Where did everybody go?

I think the question is: where did we go?

Were you in an accident?

I think I was hit by a car on my way home.

I came in with chest pains.

Mr Barreiro! Someone new.

I found Mr Barreiro wandering around here,
same as you.

He fell at a construction site
where he used to work.

You think we're dead.

No.

No, I don't believe that.

Have you ever been dead?

So how do you know you're not?

Hell of a thing to wake up to, huh?

We stopped after work.

She had a beer.

The man who hit her had 15.

Don't do this to yourself, John.

It's true, John.

She's gone.

I don't accept that.

Look at her breathing. Her heart's
still beating. There's gotta be hope.

There's no measurable
electrical activity in her brain.

Brain death is indeed death, John.

I'm sorry.

The thing is, it's not that bad...
once you get used to the idea.

Have you seen this?

It's nonsense, all of it.

There's not a single sign
on any of the walls here. Why is that?

You say we're dead.

This seem like heaven to you?
A big, deserted Catholic hospital?

I didn't say this was heaven.

For all I know, it's... it's hell.

I don't know anything for sure.

Maybe this place is a way station,
a stop on the road to what comes next.

- Where are you going?
- I'm finding a way out.

Jack Preijers_ I'm very sorry for your loss.

Look, you two are the experts, but there's
gotta be something more that can be done.

I wish there were.

And I don't mean to make this any harder,

but I do have information
you both need to hear.

Your partner had a living will.
She signed an organ donor card.

Uh-uh. No way.

- John...
- Just slow down, all right?

She's lying there in one piece. There's
no fractures, no damage to her skull.

Does that add up to you?

John, at the end of the day,
it doesn't matter.

That doesn't change
the diagnosis or her prognosis.

In these situations
time is always of the essence.

There is a woman in Minnesota
who can be saved by your friend's heart.

In a real sense she will live on.

Mr Murdock?

Mr Barreiro?

You! Stop!

(Murdock) Monica!

Monica!

What's happening to him?

(screams)

- Oh, my God!
- (screams)

(flatline signal)

(woman sobbing)

I am so very sorry for your loss.

Hey.

They're burning up
the phone lines down there,

arranging with all these other hospitals
how to divvy up IVlonica.

They say they could do it
as early as tomorrow.

Is there anything? Anything at all?

I did note minor swelling in the left anterior,
consistent with subdural haematoma_

Minor Swelling?

I don't know if that means anything.

It's not like there's an exact formula
for how much damage equals death.

What about this?

This was monitoring her brain activity,
the electrical impulses?

Yeah.

She had EEG monitoring
after the point that she coded.

So then, it just stopped here. Right here.

And if we can learn what this is,
maybe we can reverse it.

Agent Doggett?

OK. So this woman you saw,
she went through the wall?

I don't know.
She was here, and then she disappeared.

Disappeared? What do you mean?
Like Mr Barreiro did?

Different than Barreiro.

OK, OK. Let's concentrate on one
unexplainable event at a time here.

What the hell happened to Mr Barreiro?

My opinion? I think he died.

You can't die if you're already dead,

which backs up my belief
that you and I are alive.

- I have no idea where she went.
- Hold on.

If he's dead and we're not,

then where the hell are we?

Dr Preijers.

I'll be there in one minute.

I'm wondering about this moment
on my partner's EEG tape,

8_11 pm, when brain death
apparently occurred.

- You're reviewing our records?
- No of fence, but yeah.

I need to know if there's a change
in her condition before this.

If you're trying to build a malpractice case...

I'm not. I just want the facts.

Whitney, would you pull the code notes
from earlier tonight, please?

Look, Monica had a seat belt
and an air bag protecting her.

The ambulance crew said
she was conscious at the scene.

I think we're missing something.

I don't think this'll help you any,

but this describes what my team
and I did to save her.

You can take it, copy it,
study it at your leisure.

Dr Preijers?

It's all right.

You work here?

Um, I'm a patient aid.

I deliver the flowers, mostly.

Are you her husband?

You love her, though.

She's not gone.

Not her soul.

I wish I could talk to her.

I wish I could tell her.

Guess I wish a lot of things.

Come on. You're not giving up, are you?

Monica.

Please, don't run.

Who are you?

I'm Audrey.

I work at the hospital.

Audrey, I'm Monica.

Steven and I just wanna get out of here.

Will you show us the way out?

I Crucially I can't help you.

Why not?

I came to tell you, your friend...

Loves you very much.

My friend?

Did you talk to John?
Does he know where I am?

They all think you're dead.

Wait! Give my friend a message.

Tell him he's a dog person.

- Hey, Whitney.
- It's not my place to say,

but you might wanna review the code notes.

Why?

There was an injection you gave Ms Reyes
that wasn't in the notes.

I don't think so.

In trauma bay, I saw you administer
an IV push. I assume it was epinephrine.

I have no memory of that.

- Anybody else see that?
- Just me. But it happened.

My only point being,
if there is an investigation,

that's the kind of inconsistency
malpractice lawyers love to get ahold of.

Whitney, thank you so much
for looking out for me.

(muffled screams)

There's cat people and there's dog people.

You are a dog person, John.

You're faithful.

You're dependable.

You're without guile_

And you're very comfortable to be around.

I don't see you ever
disappointing anyone, John.

(woman) Oh, my God!

Get me some help in here!

What exactly are you thinking?

She helped work on Monica.

I ask questions about
what happened in the trauma bay,

and she very inconveniently drops dead.

You think somebody murdered her
to cover something up?

If it were you, how would you
make it look like natural causes?

I'd use a fast-acting barbiturate
like pentobarbital.

I'd use a small-bore needle to make it
next to impossible to find an injection mark.

"Next to impossible."
That's why you're perfect for the job.

- Should probably test her blood too, right?
-Agent Doggett, I...

I'm happy to do this for you.

Just don't kid yourself that
this is gonna somehow bring her back.

Your name is John, right?

She has a message for you.

She says you're a dog person.

Wait.

Where did you get that?
Who said that to you?

I told you.

She's not gone.

I went through every last page of that
before you ever got here.

It's just nonsense, just like you said.

There's not a clue in it.

Maybe in itself it's a clue.

This place looks pretty complete
at first glance, but really it's not.

There's so much missing: words, details.

It's like a set, a movie set.

But like it was built by someone
who couldn't quite grasp

what it was they were recreating.

Steven?

Are you OK?

Steven, talk to me.

What... What's happening to me?

(flatline signal)

Does he feel any pain?

Absolutely none.

It's just a matter of time now.

- You live down here?
- The nuns let me stay.

I wanted to be a nurse, only I can't do much.

But they let me help out.

This is this hospital.

You made this?

Why?

I like 'LO Visit it.

I sort of go... inside my head.

You go into the model?

I like it there. It's quiet.

I used to have it all to myself,
but then some people showed up.

Hospital patients.

Your friend.

This is where you say you talk to her?
Right inside here?

Well...

Not so much like
tiny people in a model, but...

Inside my head. Up here, I guess.

You don't believe me.

Audrey...

You said that you saw
some other people besides my friend.

Other patients?

Can you tell me who they are?

(gasping for breath)
There's so much... I'd do differently.

What?

Life.

Monica's parents are on their way
from Mexico City, coming to say goodbye.

They can say hello instead.

Nobody's shutting off her
life-support system, not with what I got.

What are these?

Patient files.

Both men were declared braindead,
same as her.

All three have something else in common
too. Check out the attending physician.

Dr Jack Preijers.

He's some kind of Dr Death, gets off on
pulling the plug on his own patients.

Did it last night to this guy Barreiro.

At the request of the family.

What if he poisoned Barreiro
in the first place?

Same as this guy Steven Murdock,
same as Monica.

The tox screen'Il prove it.

How did you come up with
these two men's names?

If I tell you that, you'll think I'm crazy.

But Monica's alive,
same as this guy Murdock.

We gotta help 'em both get back.

Steven, stay with me.

(knocking)

Audrey, it's John Doggett.

- (knocking)
- Audrey?

I still need your help.

I told you their names -
Mr Barreiro and Mr Murdock.

They're both dead.
Monica's the only one left.

Inside an hour the hospital plans
to cut off her life-support.

I'm not gonna let that happen,
no matter what it takes, but I'm losing here.

Nobody else believes she's alive.
Nobody, just you and me.

I can't do anything.

I only deliver the flowers.
That's all I do. I can't help.

You can talk to her, right? You can.

Audrey...

I need you to talk to her.
I need you to tell her what's going on.

I need you to tell her
that they're gonna pull the plug.

I need her to...

I need you to tell her to fight.

I need you to tell her to show us some sign,
anything, that she's in there.

I need her to understand.

I don't know what the hell else to do.

Monica?

John wanted me to tell you something.

You gave him my message?

He says you don't have very long.

He says you have to give them
some kind of sign.

I know. I'm sorry.

Are you really gonna leave me here to die?

I can't... do anything.

There's something wrong.

You know, up here?

And I can't help anyone.

I deliver the flowers. That's all I do.

And I have to even get help with that

because I can't read
who's on the little cards.

You can't read?

I see it all jumbled up.

This is your hospital.

It's you who created it.

It's all you, Audrey.

This place is all you.

And that means you can make the rules
work any damn way that you want them to.

You can help me escape.

Audrey?

(door opens)

You know, I've always wondered
what was down here.

I'm being accused of things, Audrey.

Terrible things regarding three patients
of mine. Really, it's beyond the pale.

You're not gonna yell out, are you, Audrey?

Audrey?

Audrey?

Audrey?

Audrey, what's happening?

You have to go.

This way.

No.

If I dO that, I'll burn up. I'll die.

No. Not now.

But you have to hurry.

What about you?

I know now.

I know who told me to build it.

(door opens)

The transplant teams are in place.

They're not cutting her up.

John...

I'm still waiting for your argument.

If you have something to convince me
to convince the doctors that sne's alive.

(Reyes) John?

Audrey.

Where are you going, Doctor?

Oh, God.

Oh, no.

Good night.

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