All language subtitles for The.X-Files.S06E04.1080p.BluRay.x264-ROVERS

Outpost 134. Two miles to go.

I'm all atingle.

So, this supposed clandestine source
who's contacted you...

How do we know he's not
just another crackpot

whose encyclopaedic knowledge
of extraterrestrial life

isn't derived from reruns of Star Trek?

Because of where this particular
crackpot works: Groom Lake.

Area 51. Where the military has conducted...

..for the past 50 years, classified experiments

involving extraterrestrial technology.

It's the proof that we suspected,

but never have been able to hold
in our hands. That proof is here.

It's the dim hope of finding proof
that's kept us in this car,

or one very much like it,
for more nights than I care to remember,

driving hundreds - if not thousands - of miles

through neighbourhoods and cities and
towns where people are raising families

and buying homes and playing
with their kids and their dogs and...

In short, living their lives

while we... we... we just keep drivin'.

What is your point?

Don't you everjust wanna stop?
Get out of the damn car?

Settle down and live something
approaching a normal life?

This is a normal life.

Mulder...

I don't know if we're gonna meet
that crackpot after all.

- Out of the car!
- (gun cocks)

Out of the car, sir!

Ma'am?

May | see some identification, please?

(sighs) FBI.

- You'll have to turn and leave.
- Why? It's a public highway.

It also borders on
a US government testing ground.

What's your business here?

What are you doing out here at night?

- What are you doin' out here?
- (Scully) Hiding top-secret test flights?

Using technology from UFOs?

Flying saucers.

I got a top secret for ya.

There's no such thing as flying saucers.

Come on, Mulder, let's...

(low rumbling)

Come on, Mulder, let's go.

(starts engine)

Hey! Hey! Hey!

- Sir, open fire?
- No! No, let 'em go.

- Let 'em go.
- Sir?

Your orders, sir?

I wanna get out of here.

(man) Morris.

(sighs)

(man) Morris.

What do you think you're doing?

Why'd you let them go?

They didn't know anything.

They were FBI agents, obviously here to
meet someone. Very possibly an informant.

You sent away our hope of finding who.

We can'tjust disappear a couple
of FBI agents, Howard.

Their own people will deal with 'em.

That's what Morris was thinkin'.
Right, Morry? Let's go.

(helicopter whirring)

Sir.

Yeah?

Your identification, sir.

You do have identification?

Yeah.

No.

- (Howard) What's Wegman doing here?
- Kinda late for the old man to be clockin' in.

Something must be up.
I'm gonna check it out.

Kiss-ass.

Scully.

- Are you all right, Mulder?
- What are you talking about?

Well, you haven't said anything since
we left those men. Is something wrong?

I'm fine. Gas cap's on your side.

OK.

If you don't want to talk about it.

(cellphone ringing)

- (radio playing)
- Mulder?

Mulder...

Come on, Scully, pick up.

- Bastard!
- Huh?

Hello?

(turns radio down)

Hello?

Oh, Dana?

You wanna pick me up a pack
of Morleys, please?

Since when do you smoke?

Well... you're not gonna be
a Nazi about it, are you?

I ran a reverse trace on all the outgoing calls.
We definitely got a leak.

He called the FBI this morning
from Wegman's office.

- Wegman?
- The leak.

He used the guest phone in Wegman's office.

- He's rubbing our noses in it.
- Hmm. In what?

In the fact that he works in this building.

That he has access to everything.
All our work.

And we don't know who he is.

(phone ringing)

- Morris?
- Yeah?

- You gonna answer that?
- Oh. Yeah.

- Hello?
- What are you doing there?

- I'm just trying to work that out.
- It's midnight. I've been waiting up.

- I didn't know.
- What do you mean you didn't know?

You said you'd call. Morris...

- I forgot.
- You always forget.

Well, this time don't forget the milk!

The wife?

(whip-cracking sound)

Come on, man. Let's go home.

- All right, Morry.
- There it is, huh?

Home sweet home. All right.

Good night... Jeff.

- (woman) Base Operator.
- Oh, um, I, uh...

Would you like an outside line, Mr Fletcher?

No, thank you. Good night.

Look, kids, it's Larry the creepy...

..September, along the...

(explosions on TV)

- (woman) Wanna play?
- (man) I think we already are.

(moaning)

It was a routine test flight.

Craft suddenly lost altitude
at 2317 hours over Highway 375.

- What happened?
- We haven't determined.

We have recovered the flight data
recorder, as well as the pilots.

Alive?

We found the copilot over here.

My God.

- The other man's alive, but, uh...
- But what?

We're not sure yet.

(groaning)

What happened, Captain?

(speaking strange language)

I'm sure he's on his way.

Mulder!

Hey. Hey, Dana. How's it going?

- Mulder. Where have you been?
- Sorry, Ijust got a little lost on my way in.

- You got lost?
- I'm just a little, you know, lost in my head.

- Yeah.
- Yeah. One of those days.

Yeah. Hi, there. How are you this morning?

- The assistant director is waiting, sir.
- Great. Let's do it.

(sighs) My two frequent flyers.

I'm to understand you were
in Nevada yesterday.

And after - what's it been? - two, three
conversations such as this on the matter.

Uh, sir...

This morning I got a call from the Pentagon
demanding that you two

be reprimanded for trespassing
on a top-secret military installation.

- What do you think you were doing there?
- We were following a lead, sir.

And that's part of your current caseload?
A legitimate investigation?

We were contacted by a confidential source.

- What source?
- Oh, if I had the name, I'd give it to you.

Some whistle-blower working
inside the so-called Area 51.

Said he had "big deal" information.

I gotta tell you, the whole thing turned out
to be just one gigantic mistake on our part.

Mulder, you were specifically
ordered not to pursue any line

- of investigation pertaining to the X-Files.
- You're absolutely right.

On behalf of Scully and myself, I apologise
for our blatant disregard of your order.

You have our word.
We will never, ever do that again.

Mulder.

Mulder!

What?

- What was that about?
- What was what about?

"I'd give you his name if I had it"?

Whatever happened to protecting
our contacts and our work?

He asked. And hang on a second.

Well... OK, then.

- What?
- What is going on with you?

Will you stop trying to pick a fight with me?

Mulder, you are acting bizarre!

Jealous?

(woman on TV) I don 't mind if you don 't.

We don 't have much time.

- (sighs)
- Scully?

I can't believe you.

I just can't believe you! And who is Scully?

Good morning.

You could come to bed at night!
Pretend we have a happy marriage!

What if Chris or Terry had come down first?
Seen their father being a pervert?

Did that ever occur to you?

Hey, uh...

Um...

Honey? I need... (sighs)

Have you... Have you seen my car keys?

- I thought I might have left 'em...
- Morning, Dad.

Morning... Terry.

(crying) Oh, my God!

Morris! What did you do to Chris?

Where are my keys?

- Yo, Dad.
- Morning, Terry.

Not Terry.

- Chris?
- Terence. Terry's for wusses.

And Terence isn't?

Hey, uh, Terence, how about helping

your old dad find his car keys?

No milk.

- I'm taking the minivan.
- Don't I have my own car?

Chris, did you give your father
back his car keys?

OK, well, uh, everybody have a, uh...

a good day at your various, uh...

All right.

- Mom!
- Morris! What about Chris?

- Chris?
- You said you'd give me an answer today.

Her nose. You said you'd give
her an answer about her nose.

Um...

I think... I think she's a little young
for plastic surgery. Don't you think?

Oh, for God's sake, Morris, a nose ring!
She said she wants a nose ring!

I hate you! I wish you were dead!

Well, my work here is done. Have a nice day.

You want a divorce, don't you?
Just say the words.

- "Joanne, I want a divorce."
- Joanne? Joanne, no...

I will not live this way!

I will not let you walk in
and out like a stranger.

- Maybe it's better if you just...
- Sorry. I'm just not myself lately.

Morris...

You are wearing your suit from yesterday.

Ladies and gentlemen, Mr Johnny Cash.

Morris? What are you doing?

It's for you.

Thanks.

Mul... Morris.

- It's Jeff. Where the hell are you?
- I'm just runnin' a little late.

Get your ass down here.

- We got something big going down.
- Big, as in?

Big as in, I can't say anything
more over the phone. Get down here.

(speaking strange language)

- Do we know what he's saying?
- It seems he's praying, sir.

We've identified the language,
a Native American dialect: Hopi.

The pilot's name is
Captain Robert McDonough.

Born in Montana.
No known foreign language skills.

Since the crash,
he claims to be Mrs Lana Chee,

a 75-year-old Hopi Indian woman
born on the Moapa reservation

- about 35 miles from here.
- Is it some kind of shell shock?

We don't think so, sir.

This is Mrs Lana Chee.

We picked her up on the
reservation this morning.

At ease.

- What's your name?
- Captain Robert McDonough, sir!

I apologise for my present condition
and appearing out of uniform, sir!

Um, do you know...
what happened last night, Captain?

Sir, we launched from base
at 2300 hours and headed south.

At approximately 2315, we lost
power in the right rear quadrant.

Do you know what, um...
Do you know what caused the power loss?

No warning lights came up on the panel.
All systems checked out in preflight.

She just wasn't in the mood to fly, sir.

Come on, baby, be the hole. Oh...

(whispers) Mulder.

I got a birdie.

(phone rings)

- Scully.
- Oh, thank goodness. Scully, it's me.

- I'm sorry. Who is this?
- It's me, Mulder.

- Mulder.
- Shh.

Sorry I couldn't call sooner.
Something really weird happened

when that UFO passed over us.

- UFO?
- You don't remember?

You don't remember.

The man you're with is not me.
He '3 Morris Fletcher.

He's an Area 51 employee.

- Morris Fletcher.
- That's right.

Everybody here seems
to think that I'm him, but I'm not.

Psst! (mouths)

As long as they think I'm him, I have
access, but I'm gonna need your help.

- What was that?
- Uh, what was what?

- This may not be a secure line.
- Mulder, uh, where are you?

I'd better not say. Look, just
get out here as soon as you can.

- How can I get in touch with you?
- You won't. I'll get in touch with you.

- Who do you suppose that was?
- That wasn't your source?

- Well, I'll run a trace.
- Uh...

No, no. I think we should notify eljefe ASAP.

We don't want our collective asses
chewed out again.

Mulder.

Are you sure that's the best thing to do?

Look, little lady, I think it's time
you got your panties on straight.

We're federal officers. We go by the book.

That'll be $1.89.

You got 11 cents change.

- Keep it.
- Wow. Maybe I'll just close early.

(low rumbling)

(rumbling continues)

Turn around, big guy. We got trouble.

Keep back! We got a spill!

Sir!

Hey, Fletcher!

What the hell's he doin'?

- What are you doing?
- There was a man in here, the attendant.

(groaning)

Holy mother of...

- It's happened again.
- What's happened again?

- Let's get out of here.
- (groans)

- We gotta help him.
- We gotta help ourselves!

Whatever caused this could come back.

- We can't leave him.
- Morris...

- What's the matter with you?
- Morris...

- I'm not asking you, I'm telling you.
- He needs a doctor.

(gunshot)

Not any more.

Burn it.

Clear perimeter, 200 feet!

(soldier) Let's go! All right!
Everybody! Pull back!

Come on, Morry. That guy was dead
long before we found him.

(woman laughing)

Agent Scully.

- Just can't get enough, huh?
- It's me.

- Oh, hey, Dana.
- What do you think you're doing?

Oh, you know, just a little lunch break.
What's up?

We got the trace back on the call we received.

It came from a gas station
payphone off of Highway 375,

three miles east of Groom Lake.

And?

I'm thinking it was your source, although
I don't know why he'd impersonate you.

Maybe so.

You don't think that we
should follow up on this?

- Are you out of your pretty little mind?
- Am I out of my mind?

Mulder, you are out of your mind!
What is up with you?!

I'm thinking about having you examined
for mental illness or drug use or...

Or maybe a massive head injury!

This is an X-File!

Your life's work! Your crusade!

As I understand it, we're off the X-Files.

(door slams)

Bitch.

(Howard) This was brought to a local vet.

Some kid found this in the desert
ten miles east of the gas station.

Show me on the map.

Right here.

This is where you found the attendant?

Yes, sir. We located the pilot at the crash site
here and the Indian woman right there.

- What's this?
- That, we believe, is ground zero.

Once we analyse the flight data recorder,
we can confirm it's where the warp began.

- Warp?
- Beam me up, Scotty.

It's a tear in the space-time continuum.
An anomaly created by aircraft malfunction,

which was operating in gravity-pulse
mode before it went down.

We've been flying these things since '53.
I never heard anything like this.

According to quantum physics, it's possible.

Antigravity systems utilise bends
in space and time for propulsion.

A sudden shift in a craft's trajectory

could create the distortion we're witnessing:

a lizard and a rock existing
in the same time and space.

If this is where your...

so-called warp began,
we would have all seen it.

The three of us were out on Highway 375
at the time, intercepting two FBI agents.

The fact that none of us remembers
seeing it is evidence of my theory.

- And how's that?
- Lost time.

It's a symptom of close proximity
to antigravity propulsion systems.

How come my head isn't in a rock?
Or Morris's?

That's one question I haven't
been able to answer.

It is possible we suffered consequences
that we're not fully aware of.

What do we do about it?

That's your department. Keep it out of the
paper, make sure witnesses disappear.

Yeah, but, I mean, how do we reverse it?

How do we get the lizard out of the rock?

Who says we can?

This is not a marriage. It's a farce!

- What?
- You're not attracted to me any more.

- I disgust you, don't I?
- No.

It's not that you're disgusting.
It's... it's just that...

That you don't want
to make love to me ever again!

And you mumble about "Scully"
in your sleep!

Who is Scully, Morris? Is it another woman?

Does Scully sound like a woman's name?

Who is Scully? Tell me!

I'm sure I've told you many times
that there are things

about my work that, unfortunately,
I have to keep secret.

Oh, no, buster. That's not gonna fly this time.

My point is that there are a lot
of things you don't know about me.

And... l'vejust been...
I've been under a lot of pressure lately.

Up is down, black is white.
I don't know where I stand.

I don't even know who I am really
any more. Ijust...

I know for sure that I'm
not the man you married.

I'm just not and I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry.

Oh, God, Morris. I didn't know.

They have that pill now.

We can work this out.
There's other ways to be intimate.

(doorbell rings)

I think that was the doorbell.

We can make this work.

- Yes?
- Hi, my name is Dana Scully.

I'm looking for Morris Fletcher.

Morris!

You son of a bitch.

- I'm sorry. Uh, Morris Fletcher?
- Scully, it's me. It's Mulder.

You're, uh... you're the man
from the other night, from Area 51?

(Joanne) Liar!

You phoned me. What is this about?

Yeah, I'm Mulder. I'm really Mulder.

I switched bodies with Morris Fletcher,

the man that you think is Mulder,
but he's not.

Of course you don't believe me.
Why was I expecting different?

Your full name is Dana Katherine Scully.

Your badge number is...
I don't know your badge number.

Your mother's Margaret,
your brother's Bill Jr. He hates me.

Lately for lunch you've been having a cup
of yoghurt into which you stir bee pollen

because you're on a bee-pollen kick,
even though I say you should know better.

Cheater!

Look, any of that information
could have been gathered by anyone.

Even that yoghurt thing?

That is so you. That is so Scully. It's good
you haven't changed. That's comforting.

- I don't know what the point of this is.
- I'll prove it to you.

No, you won't. But I wouldn't mind
if you came clean with me.

Scientific proof about what happened to us
on that road two nights ago. Fair enough?

(door opens)

I am calling the police!

Goodbye, Mr Fletcher.

I will prove it to you, Scully.

Tonight. I'll prove everything.

OK?

(rings)

- Howard Grodin.
- Mr Grodin?

This is Special Agent Fox Mulder of the FBI.

- How are you?
- How did you get this number?

That's what I wanted to talk to you about.

Sir, I'm obligated to tell you
that you have a security leak.

A man with whom you've worked
ver closely has contacted this office

and offered me access
to highly classified information.

- You happen to have a name for this man?
- Why, yes.

Yes, I would.

(cellphone rings)

- Scully.
- You're in Nevada again.

- Uh, sir, I...
- Do not speak, Agent. Listen.

Your partner apprised me of his
conversation with the air force

and his fervent desire to save you
from making a fatal career mistake.

Therefore you will follow
my instructions to the letter.

I don't know what Mulder told you...

You will follow my instructions to the letter.

OthenNise, don't bother
coming back from Nevada.

Can I help you?

Scully, I got it. I got the proof.

(car wheels screech)

- I'm sorry.
- Scully, you?

- Dammit, Morris.
- You! You son of a bitch!

You orchestrated this whole thing!
He's not me, Scully!

Would I do this? Would I do this, Scully?

Tell her, you bastard! Tell her the truth!

Scully, he's not me! He's not me!

Scully, he's not me!

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