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You're supposed to be in charge here, Perkins.

I am in charge.

Well, these men want some answers.

They want to know what your plan is.

Let's face it... this thing could kill us all.

We should have been gone two days ago.

No one would listen to me.

Nobody knew what it was two days ago, Perkins.

Nobody knows now.

Somebody has to go for help.

What about the rest of us?

What are we supposed to do?

Just wait here till help arrives?

We have to take a chance.

One of us has to hike out.

That person might not make it in time.

He might not make it down to the road before nightfall.

Then what?

I say we make a run for it...

split up, take our chances.

- It's suicide, Dyer. - Fine.

You stay here.

Tell us how it turns out.

Help me!

Hurry up!

You're going the wrong way!

I think it's broken.

Come on, you got to get up.

I don't think can't make it.

We gotta keep moving.

We're not going to make it.

We're not going... make it...

Take a good look, Scully.

What am I looking at?

30 loggers working a clear-cutting contract

in Washington State...

rugged, manly men

in the full bloom of their manhood.

Right; but what am I looking for?

Anything strange, unexplainable, unlikely, boyfriend...

I don't know.

I give up, Mulder.

You give up? Funny.

That's apparently what the Federal Forest Service

has done, as well.

Why? What happened to them?

In a word, they vanished.

Or so it would appear.

This is Doug Spinney and Steven Teague.

They call themselves "monkey wrenchers"...

the guys who drive spikes into trees,

sabotage logging equipment and otherwise make life miserable

for lumberjacks and lumber mills.

Ecoterrorists or militant environmentalists.

Right.

Two weeks ago, the group of loggers I just showed you

radioed a message

that Spinney and Teague had gone on a spree...

spiking trees, sabotaging equipment,

causing general mischief.

One week later,

all radio communication was cut off.

Do they know why?

No. The lumber company that employs the men

has asked the Federal Forest Service to look into the matter.

Two officials were sent in a week ago,

and no one has heard from them since.

It appears these monkey wrenchers

are doing more than just a little mischief making.

That's what the lumber company

and the Federal Forest Service are accusing.

They've asked the FBI to investigate.

I had to pull few strings to make sure we got the case.

For an ecoterrorism case?

Do I dare ask why?

In 1934, long before anyone

even knew what an ecoterrorist was,

a WPA crew

working that same area vanished without a trace.

Not one of those men was ever found or heard from again.

And you suspect what, Bigfoot?

Not likely.

That's a lot of flannel to be choking down,

even for Bigfoot.

Come on, Scully, it'll be a nice trip to the forest.

Hi.

Fox Mulder. This is Dana Scully.

We're with the FBI.

Larry Moore, Federal Forest Service.

You can put your gear in the back of the truck.

Must be pretty rugged where we're going, huh?

Yeah.

What's that in your windshield there,

is that a bullet hole?

.22 caliber.

Somebody take a shot at you?

What it would appear.

There's not much to hunt around here

with that type of ammo, except Freddies.

"Freddies"?

Employees of the Federal Forest Service.

It's, uh, it's what the ecoterrorists call us.

Is that who you think took a shot at you?

Let me get this out of the way.

I have no quarrel with these ecoterrorists in principle.

I mean, I'm as concerned for this forest

and the environment as anybody.

It's their methods I can't condone.

Do you think they'd go so far as to kill a man?

Well, there's 30 men up there unaccounted for,

each with survival experience.

Something happened to them.

Sorry I'm late.

I was down talking to Bob Perkins' wife.

He's one of our missing loggers.

Hey, Larry.

Steve Humphreys, Head of Security

- for Schiff-Immergut Lumber. - Mulder. Scully.

Well, we've got a four-hour drive ahead of us...

plenty of time to get to know each other.

I get the impression

we've walked into the middle of a war

that's already started?

Why do these men

work so far up in the wilderness?

That's where the trees are.

You're kidding, right?

No. Environmentalists have pretty much made sure

that all the land you see here is untouchable.

The work is to take our timber where we can get it.

Even then, we plant saplings for every tree we take.

So why do the ecoterrorists target you?

See, these tree huggers come from the same kind of boys

that had gone up to Canada during the Vietnam War.

They're cowardly, and so are their tactics.

Damn it.

Homemade tire spike.

Clear through the sidewall.

It's unfixable.

You got a spare, don't you?

Right tire's history too.

Monkey wrenchers call it a caltrop.

The roads back here are littered with them.

Indiscriminate terrorism.

Can you imagine somebody putting these down

or spiking the roads of Washington, DC?

I'd like to see how much sympathy they'd get then.

So how are we going to get up to the camp?

We're going to have to hike.

Anybody here?

Someone forgot to clean their plate.

Looks like they left in a hurry too.

They forgot to pack.

Find anything?

Party favors.

Vehicles have all been monkey wrenched.

Power generator's busted.

Somebody really turned this place upside down.

Whoever did it didn't want the fact broadcast, either.

Radiators are all full of rice.

Looks like sugar or sand in all the crankcases.

They really did a number here.

Well, the sun's going down in an hour and a half.

Better take a look around before it gets dark.

I'll see if I can get that generator working.

You were right about one thing.

What's that?

Definitely wasn't Bigfoot.

Look at that.

What is it?

It looks like a hive.

Maybe a cocoon of some kind.

Made by what?

I don't know.

I've never seen anything like it.

Got it.

Can you cut it down?

Yeah, I think so.

You all right, Scully?

Oh, my...

Kind of feels, uh...

it feels desiccated, hard and dry,

almost preserved.

Like it's been embalmed.

No, more like all the fluids have been bled from its body.

Almost like it's been cured.

I think...

it's a male.

Barely.

I'd say it's some kind of spider's nest

or insect cocoon.

What kind of insect could have gotten a man

all the way up into that tree?

Itsy-bitsy spider.

Don't move.

Who are you?

Doug Spinney.

I ought to shoot you where you stand.

Might as well shoot yourself too.

You're in a hell of a spot to be testing me.

What happened to my men?

What men?

The men who were working this camp.

I don't know what happened to them.

Probably the same thing will happen to us

when the sun goes down.

What are you doing?

This animal's Doug Spinney.

He's the man responsible for all the monkey wrenching.

- He's probably a murderer, as well. - I'm no murderer.

- You're a liar. - Let's just hear what he has to say.

If we stand around here talking,

there will be nothing left to say.

I'd start thinking about how to get that generator started.

Darkness is our enemy.

What's he talking about?

Someone want to give me a hand?

Now he's giving orders?

I'm the one who fixed the damn thing.

Hey, it's all right.

Why did you say that darkness was our enemy?

That's when they come.

When who comes?

I don't know what it is.

They come from the sky,

take a man right off his feet and devour him alive.

I saw it happen.

Happen to who?

I need to eat.

I haven't eaten in three days.

What kind of BS story is that, huh?

You believe that?

We found something in the forest.

What?

A man caught in some kind

of insect cocoon.

What happened here?

We camped two valleys over, four of us.

Three now.

More rats in the woodpile.

Our truck has a dead battery,

so we drew straws to see who would make the hike

over here to steal one from the loggers.

Why not just hike out?

It's over a day's hike.

No way we wanted to be caught out in the forest after dark,

not after what happened to Teague.

That's the man that you said was devoured alive?

Yeah.

What are you guys doing out here?

Camping.

Yeah, right... the kind of camping

you do is a Federal offense.

Just-just hold off a second, okay?

No, he's right.

This man is an admitted felon.

He could be placed under arrest.

What about your offense, my friend, huh?

What about your offense against nature you perpetrate?

We operate completely within the law.

We pay for the right to take those trees.

Oh, yeah? Well, I got news for you...

your logging crew is taking trees

that nobody has a right to.

Trees that are marked and protected

so don't talk to me about breaking the law...

sir.

They've been taking marked trees?

Yes, sir, marked in orange.

Old growth trees?

You know anything about that, Steve?

No.

You going to take this man's word over mine?

You don't want to go out in the night.

Take my word on that.

It's out there.

What, if I go out that door,

something's going to attack me, eat me alive

and spin me in its web?

Yes.

But it's too polite to come in here and get me?

For some reason, it's, uh, it's afraid of the light.

It's afraid of the light.

There may be something to what he's saying, Steve.

You know what I think?

I think this man is a liar and a murderer,

and just clever enough to make up a story like that

even to whip up that cocoon just to save a few trees

and I'm going to prove I'm right.

This is ridiculous.

Where is it, Spinney?

I thought it was going to come

and, uh, devour me.

Hey! Here I am!

Oh, come out, come out, wherever you are.

Aw, don't be shy.

Come on!

Huh?

Just like I told you.

There's nothing out here but a bunch of trees...

trees that this man values more than human life.

I'm going to see him tried on murder charges.

What do you think?

I think I'm going to suggest

that we sleep with the lights on.

You see this Douglas fir?

It's been standing here since before time

and your men cut it down.

Who marks these trees?

Federal Forest Service.

You're only supposed to cut trees

marked with a blue "X."

This tree must be hundreds of years old.

At least.

Must get a lot of lumber from a big tree like this.

Thousands of board feet... hell of a lot easier

than taking a lot of smaller, younger trees.

Well, let me remind you

that monkey wrenchers like Spinney here

are not above marking trees

with their own paint.

This tree's 500 years old if it's a day, Steve.

Look at this.

What would this represent?

I don't know.

I've never seen a ring like that before.

Those center rings are the older rings, right?

Yeah. Every ring represents a season of growth.

And you see these?

These are 500, 600 years old.

They're a recorded history of rainfall and climate.

This one... I don't know.

I should take a core sample.

Are we finished with this nature walk?

I want an answer to what happened to those loggers.

That's what we're trying to determine, sir.

Looking at a tree stump?

Don't you think you should be interrogating this man?

I don't think he did it.

Well, I think he did and I want him arrested.

Well, he's not going anywhere.

No, not with a gun on him.

But what happens if you're poking around,

his three buddies show up

and do to you what they probably did

to those two Federal forest officials, huh?

Larry?

I just want to take a core sample of this tree, Steve.

Hey, I got families down there

who want some answers about loved ones, and so do you...

answers that aren't gonna be found in that tree.

The only crime here to investigate

is the death of that tree.

Yeah, well, we'll see about that.

Steve, where are you going?

I'm hiking down to your truck

and get some people up here

who will take action.

Steve!

Oh, let him go.

Let him find out for himself.

This is odd.

This yellow ring's got something living in it,

some kind of...

tiny bug.

It doesn't make sense.

Why not?

Well, parasites attack a tree in a variety of ways,

but they always attack the living parts:

the leaves, the roots, the new growth rings.

Even if they're borers of some kind,

they wouldn't be working so deep in the tree.

Maybe the wood in this ring is different.

They seem to be feeding on it.

Can you identify them?

It's a wood mite of some kind.

I mean, it's nothing I've ever seen before.

Could they have been living in that tree

for hundreds of years?

I don't see how.

These inner rings are essentially dead wood.

The tree's vascular system

is limited to the outer few rings.

They need water to survive.

They appear to be hatching out of the porous wood.

Maybe when you drew out this core

you tapped into a larger nest.

Can they build a cocoon?

Right after that tree was cut down is when Teague died.

It's about the same time that the loggers disappeared too.

You think mites killed the men?

Maybe they been lying there dormant for hundreds of years.

Maybe they woke up hungry.

Damn it!

All right, you monkey wrenchers,

come on out now.

I know what you're up to!

Humphreys should have been back by now.

These bugs aren't moving anymore.

They're either dead, or they're asleep.

It's the light.

They don't like the light.

That's weird.

I mean, usually, bugs are attracted to light.

These obviously are not your ordinary bugs,

to say the least.

What do you know about insects, Scully?

Uh, just what I learned in my biology courses.

That they're the foundation of our ecosystem.

That there are lots of them, something like

200 million per person on this planet.

And they've been around a long time, right?

Yeah, something like 600 million years...

even before the dinosaurs. Why?

And this tree is what, 500, 600, 700 years old?

Yeah.

And these rings represent a history of climatic changes,

which means that, in this year or season

in the life of the tree, there was

some kind of strange event that produced

an abnormal ring.

Well, like what, exactly?

A volcanic eruption.

This whole chain of mountains

running from Washington to Oregon

is still extremely active.

Remember Mount Saint Helens?

Yeah, but how does that explain the bugs?

Well, after Mount Saint Helens erupted,

there was a large amount of radiation that was unleashed

from inside the earth.

Strange things started to grow.

There's actually this lake

where they've discovered a kind of amoeba

that can literally suck a man's brains out.

Oh, a brain-sucking amoeba.

No, it's true... in Spirit Lake... and there's documented cases

of swimmers being infected.

But an amoeba is

a single-celled organism.

It can be mutated.

An insect is a complex animal.

A-A mutation would take

years and years to evolve.

Well, then, maybe what we're dealing with

isn't a mutation at all.

What if it's some kind of extinct insect larvae

in that ring,

deposited during a period of volcanic activity,

brought up through the tree's root system?

Ancient insect eggs...

thousands, maybe millions of years old,

- lying dormant until... - Until those loggers cut down

that tree.

That would be rather poetic justice, don't you think?

Unleashing the very thing that would end up killing them

and your friend Humphreys?

And who knows?

Maybe us.

Sweet dreams.

Humphreys might have just hiked out of here.

We don't know that he didn't.

Maybe we're letting ourselves get carried away

with this bug story.

Yeah, maybe.

Going somewhere?

- No, I was just... - Doing a little auto repair?

Looks to me like you're planning on cutting out of here.

I got to save my friends.

They only had enough gas

to keep their generator running 15, 20 hours max.

They're going to die if I don't get back there.

So, why you sneaking around?

The Freddy.

Forest Service guy wouldn't go for it.

He'd never trust me.

He's got no reason to.

Neither do I.

Look, I can save us all, man.

We've got a jeep over there... it's just two valleys over.

All it needs is a battery.

Now, I could get there, I could be back here in the morning.

We can all drive out tomorrow.

You got to trust me, man.

Radio's back up.

It's working?

I'm not getting any reception,

so the receiver could be trashed.

What about transmissions?

Can you send a message?

I could try.

This is a call for help.

Is there anyone at this frequency?

This is Special Agent Mulder of the FBI.

We have an emergency and a possible quarantine situation.

Our position is...

What happened to the generator?

I turned it off.

Well, turn it back on. I got the radio working.

What happened to the gas can?

Spinney took it.

He took it?

You mean, he's gone?

He left earlier this morning. He took a battery and some gas.

He's gonna come back

for us in the morning.

What, did he give you his personal guarantee on that?

He gave me his word, yeah.

You stop to think that the man who gave you his word

has made an art out of sabotage and defying authority

and is probably the same man

who put that, tha-that bullet through my windshield?

Well, what would you have done?

At least now we've got one chance

of getting out of here alive,

which is one more chance than we had before.

Or one less.

What do you mean?

Your partner let Spinney leave with the last of the gas.

This generator's got about a quarter tank left, maybe less.

What about the gas in the trucks?

There is no more gas. The other tanks

have all been ruptured or filled with sugar.

By the same man who we are now trusting

to keep his word and come back for us.

Well, then, we got to get back on the radio.

We got to send out a Mayday.

Every drop of fuel we waste is

fuel that's going to keep this gennie powered tonight.

I don't want to be waiting around,

hoping somebody heard that transmission

when this thing quits running about 2:00 in the morning.

Do you?

- Mulder... - Look, it's done.

I shouldn't have let him go.

Let's just move past it, okay?

Fine.

What do you suggest?

I don't know.

We'll think of something.

Look, I think we both have a pretty good idea

of what happened to those loggers

and what happened to the group in 1934.

They only found one cocoon.

It's a very big forest.

Look, Scully, what would you have done?

You mean, would I have made a decision by myself

that would have affected the whole group?

Oh, will you cut the sanctimonious crap?

Well, what do you want me to say?

Let's face it, Mulder, we might die up here.

If we're lucky, they'll find our bodies spun up in a tree

or they may not find us at all!

You're right... and we're wasting time arguing about it.

What are you going to do?

Button this place up.

If we got to spend the night in here,

we got to do everything we can

to make sure the bugs stay out there.

I'd be careful with that.

It's the only bulb that works.

I can see them.

You guys, look at this.

Look. They're coming through the wall down where it's dark.

You see them?

They're on me!

It's all right, Scully.

Scully...

- Get them off me! - Stop.

- Scully, stand still. - Whoa, watch it, watch it!

- Get them off me! - Stand still!

Stop it, stop it!

Can you see them?!

Mulder, get them off me!

They're not just on you.

They're everywhere. I think that's what

that greasy residue is over everything.

I thought we were supposed to be safe in the light.

We are!

I think the light keeps them from swarming.

We'll be safe as long as we stay in the light.

How you feeling?

I'm okay.

They're oxidizing enzymes

just like fireflies.

Maybe that's why they cocoon their prey...

so that they can oxidize the proteins

taken from the fluids in the body.

And what if the generator goes?

Are they all going to swarm in here

and drain the life out of us?

We got an hour and a half till sunrise.

And then what?

It's over a day's hike out of here.

We won't make it on foot by nightfall.

Well, maybe somebody heard our radio transmission.

Help could be on the way.

You sent that call hours ago.

I mean, help would have been here by now.

Well, I'm not going to give up on Spinney.

He gave me his word he'd come back to get us.

And if he doesn't?

We'll think of something.

You got a patch kit or an extra tube

- in your truck? - Yeah.

Maybe we can patch this or at least get it to hold some air.

With the spare in your truck, maybe we can limp

down the mountain.

If not, at least we can get on the radio

and warn them what's out there.

See it?

Yeah.

Listen.

You hear that?

It's a car.

No, it's a jeep.

We got to move.

Let's go! Let's go!

Wait, what about the body... Humphreys' body?

Leave it. I've radioed for help.

What happened to your friends?

They didn't make it.

We're not gonna make it either unless we haul ass.

Let's go. Come on.

Oh!

Damn it!

I don't believe it.

When you talk about shooting yourself in the foot.

Get out of there!

Get back in the car!

We have an emergency evacuation situation.

Requesting quarantine facility

for two, possibly three victims

with undiagnosed infection or exposure

to unknown biological vectors.

Repeat, that's an emergency evacuation situation.

Two, possibly three victims...

Attention, all personnel.

High-level bio clearance required on the third floor.

How are you feeling?

Better.

How did the tests come back?

Your respiratory charts were good.

We were concerned about the extent

of damage due to inhalation.

There were large concentrations

of a chemical we determined was luciferin.

Which is what?

The same enzyme we find in fireflies

and other bioluminescent insects.

Our entomologists are still trying to determine

the specific epithet

of the insects you encountered.

Scully?

How's she doing?

She's still not out of the woods, so to speak.

She lost a lot of fluids.

Two or three more hours of exposure, she might not

have made it.

I told her it was going to be a nice trip to the forest.

How you going to contain it to the forest?

What if the swarm migrates?

The government has initiated eradication procedures.

They're quite certain that, by using a combination

of controlled burns and pesticides,

they will be successful.

And if they're not?

That is not an option, Mr. Mulder.