All language subtitles for The.X-Files.S08E16.1080p.BluRay.x264-ROVERS

- Stop right there!
- Freeze! Put your hands in the air!

I need to tell the president something.
I need to tell the president something!

- Please!
- Down on the ground!

I need to see the president. He needs to know.

Look, he needs to know.

Aliens... Aliens... They're taking over
the United States. He needs to know.

He's got a weapon.

Get the weapon! Get the weapon!

He's shot. He shot himself.

Dammit. Stupid son of a bitch.
What was he thinking?

- Get a medic!
- Get a medic!

Please... the president...

(man) The intruder's in custody. Stand down.

(screams)

(screams)

Mulder, are you OK?

Yeah.

For a guy who was, uh... in a coffin not too
long ago, I think I'm doin' pretty damn good.

I don't quite have my legs under me... yet.

You might want to consider sitting down
when you hear what we have to tell you.

Uh-oh.

No, it's, uh... it's good news.

It's... it's miraculous news.

I can't possibly exaggerate
the inconceivability of you sitting here.

But, to be honest, your condition may be
more incredible than your recovery.

Whatever neurological disorder you were
suffering from, it's no longer detectable.

After a course of transfusions and antivirals,

it has rid your body of the virus
that was invading it.

The scars on your face, on your hands,
on your feet, on your chest,

they... they seem to be repairing themselves.

Mulder, you are in perfect health.

Wow.

How do you feel, Agent Mulder?

Like Austin Powers.

Must feel good to be home.

Something looks different.

(Scully) Yeah.

lt's clean.

That's it.

I'm missing a Molly.

Yeah.

She wasn't as lucky as you.

Mulder...

I don't know if you'll ever
understand what it was like.

First learning of your abduction...

and then searching for you
and finding you dead.

And now to have you back, it...

Well, you act like you're surprised.

I prayed a lot.

And my prayers have been answered.

In more ways than one.

Yeah.

I'm happy for you.

I think I know... how much that means to you.

Mulder...

I'm sorry. I don't mean to be
cold or ungrateful. ljust...

l have no idea where I fit in...

right now.

ljust, uh...

I'm having a little trouble...
processing... everything.

lt's Marian the Librarian, boys.

I got the new Harry Potter.

(laughs)

Our Lord and Saviour. For you.

I've got my books.

Expand your horizons.

I know all I need to know.

Wanna bet?

Put a rise in your Levi's.

..top story is the death of a man who jumped
the fence at the White House last evening.

His name now released. Howard Salt,
a federal employee working on the US Census,

got as far as the White House
front door yesterday,

where he was stopped by security
and shot accidentally by his own gun.

According to a Secret Service spokesman,
Salt appeared irrational and resisted arrest,

shouting grievances
against the US government

and demanding to speak with the president.

Co-workers described him
as likeable and hardworking.

We never see 'em comin'.

People are so rarely what they seem.

Gentlemen, please, sit down.

An application was submitted to me
this morning by Agent Scully,

on behalf of our old friend
Fox Mulder, for reinstatement.

I assume you both know about this.

- Reinstatement?
- To the X-Files.

Mulderjust went home.

Somebody's very anxious
for him to get back to work.

I wanted you both to see this
before I deny the application.

What is it?

It's a review of the success rate of the X-Files
since Agent Doggettjoined the team.

- Damn impressive, John.
- Impressive, sir?

The only thing impressive is that
I even know what's goin' on half the time.

From this report, you and Scully
have had more arrests on percentage

than she and Mulder
over seven years. Take a look.

That's not very fair to Agent Mulder.
So many of his cases involved...

Aliens?

There lies the problem.

The FBI isn't a place for personal crusades.

I'm asking you both to make that
understood... on my behalf.

You can't ask me to tell Mulder he's off
the X-Files. It's his unit. He created it.

I'm not asking you, John.

You sent me to find Mulder. Don't charge me
with drivin' a stake through his heart.

Maybe you'd rather I close the X-Files.

Then we'd both be getting what we want.

Let's go, Agent Doggett.

Now.

Kersh wants to put me behind a desk?
That is not what Kersh wants.

No, I think Kersh wants you to quit, Mulder.

It's more than that.
He wants to punish you, to hurt you.

And you, by putting you in this position.
And Agent Scully, for not giving up on me.

Truth is, this is a bullet
that was fired about eight years ago.

It's a magic bullet that's been goin' round and
round. It seems poised to hit me in the head.

I think the question is, Mulder,
are we gonna sit here and let this happen?

Scully, you're gonna give birth
in a couple of months.

Talk as tough as you like,
but you know, I know and they know

that soon you'll have more important things
than whether or not the X-Files remains open.

Kersh aims to keep them open
with Agent Doggett running them.

Agent who?

I've had a partner for the last several months.

He was assigned to help me find you.

Mission accomplished.
Does he know what he's doin' at all, this guy?

About the paranormal? Not much.

I see. Then maybe the question
is not who fired this magic bullet,

but whether or not it was a lone gunman.

Agent Doggett is above reproach, Mulder.
He's being manoeuvred just like you.

Good. At least he's manoeuvrable.

- Where are you going?
- Gonna get dressed.

For the first time
I feel like gettin' back to work.

(horn)

Wrap it up! Fall in!

Let's go, ladies!

Stay in line.

Let's go. Come on, move it.

- Get back in line.
- Hey!

Go get that son of a bitch.

Nobody move!

(siren)

Stand down!

(train horn)

(gun cocks)

Get over here. Over here.

Come on, sit down. Hands behind your back.

Head down. Down between your legs.

Absalom. That's you, right?
What are you lookin' at?

The back of your neck.

Sit up, Agent Doggett.

I had to make sure.

- Make sure what?
- Make sure that you're still you.

Yeah, I'm still me.

So why don't you put that weapon down?

Do you see this? Huh? Do you see it?

- Man shot at the White House.
- They killed him... for what he knew.

Then they'll kill me too.

- Not if you put the weapon down.
- No. They'll kill me anyway.

I got one chance here. With you.

Sit down.

Didn't I tell you to sit down?

- I'm not goin' anywhere.
- You're going with me.

And I'm going to show you,
and you're going to spread the word.

Doubting Thomas
is going to spread the word.

What word?

The invasion has begun.

What invasion?

- They're already here.
- Who's already here?

Certain men have gone out and withdrawn
the inhabitants of their city, saying:

"Let us go and serve other gods
that ye have not known."

- I don't know what that means.
- I open my mouth... in parables.

I utter things that...
have been kept secret from the world.

(phone rings)

On your knees, John Doggett.

He goes by the name Absalom. A self-styled
prophet we apprehended in Montana,

- where he commanded a small UFO cult.
- (ringing tone)

These words were found
on the wall of his cell

after he escaped from a work detail
40 miles from the state prison.

We don't know what they mean, but Absalom
claimed to know of an alien invasion.

There were also claims
of healings of numerous abductees...

that had been subjected to alien torture.

(sniggering)

Claims that have never been
substantiated or refuted.

But evidence of torture was real.

The only way we're gonna get answers is to
bring this guy in. Just know he is dangerous.

He's a felon, and he is capable of
physical violence. All right, that's it.

- Where's Agent Doggett?
- I can't reach him.

I can't run this thing, Agent Scully.
This is obviously an X-Files case.

- I know. I'm all over it. lwill find him.
- (cellphone bleeps)

I don't know if this is gonna
make you feel any better.

Hey.

Mulder...

Who says you can't go home again?

- What are you doing here?
- What's it look like?

It looks like you want to give them
some real ammunition to use on you.

Hey, I am just down here visiting my buds.

Where is Agent Doggett, anyway?
What kinda hours does he keep?

- You do not want to stir that up right now.
- Why?

Because we have a manhunt in progress
and I want Agent Doggett running it.

Anything to do with this?
This Absalom abductee class picture?

Yes.

It does. Why?

The man who was shot on
the White House lawn is in that photograph.

Top right-hand corner. In profile.
Howard Salt, if I'm not mistaken.

He's right. You're right.

Consider that a freebie.
The next one'll cost you.

- Why? What else do you know?
- I don't know anything.

But you know me, I got a real big hunch. This
Howard Salt was a multiple alien abductee.

Worked for the US Census Bureau. Wanted
to get word to the president - grievances.

- What do you bet they were?
- You think he knew something?

I think they killed him for it.

He jumped the White House fence.
He had a gun.

Once again, I'm a betting man.
I'm betting he had more than that.

You make it sound like this was a conspiracy.

Ooh. There's that word again.

You're being paranoid, Mulder. Even for you.

Do you wanna hear something paranoid?

The FBI gets its way, there'll be
nobody here to ask paranoid questions.

Nobody to find those faces
in those photographs.

Surely not this Agent Doggett.

Just what do you have in mind,
if you don't mind my asking?

It's my head that's gonna get blown off
if there's a screwup.

We're going to get what that man
at the White House died for.

(gun cocks)

- To get it? To get it where?
- Just concentrate on not screwing up.

(gun clicks)

Either way, you and I are gonna
become overnight sensations.

I know you know this, but if anything leaves
the room, you could be in violation of the law.

Really? When I was dead I was hopin'
maybe they changed the rules.

Mulder, just being here could be used
by Kersh as cause for dismissal.

Then why don't you shut the door
so he doesn't find out?

I don't know what you hope to find
in Salt's personal effects.

Neither do I. But maybe it's like Howard Salt's
picture. I'll know it when I see it.

You'll risk the consequences
even though there may be nothing?

You don't get it, do you? The man at
the White House, the prison escapee.

There's something bubbling to the surface.
I wanna know what it is.

Mulder, you have been through an ordeal
that defies all logical explanation.

How can you think that these two men
have the answers when they defy credibility?

Since when has an X-File not defied a certain
credibility? That's the way it used to work.

I need to make sense of what
happened to me, so that I can stop it.

If I can't stop it, it could happen to anyone.
To you. And who's to say it'll stop there?

Mulder, if you go down,
the X-Files will go down too.

They could put you in prison
for what you're doing.

Yeah, well, compared to where ljust was,
prison would be a Princess Cruise.

Ho. Hey.

What the hell is this? The entire hard drive is
taken up with this. Ten gigabytes of memory.

- It's been encrypted.
- Mm.

What are you doing?

I'm gonna book myself
on that Princess Cruise.

I'll book it for you.

- State your name and your business.
- Special Agent John Doggett, FBI.

(buzzer)

I hope you know I got no idea
where I'm goin' down here.

I just need access to wherever they compile
all the data from the current US Census.

- And then what?
- Then you pick up the phone.

Tell the FBI why you aren't coming to work
until somebody pays this serious attention.

Just so you're not surprised,
we might not make it that far.

We passed through an x-ray scanner
on the way in, back at the gate.

Well, you better hope we make it.
I'd hate to see you die in vain.

That's sorta in your hands, huh?
So just in case,

tell me what's here
that's worth me dying for.

- It's all in the Census data.
- What?

Proof. That they're already here.

That they're already among us.

It's all in there.

I got a loaded gun pointing at
this man's head! He's an FBI agent!

- Back off!
- I'll pull the trigger!

- Listen to the man! Back off!
- I'll pull it!

Lower your weapons! Listen to him!

It may not be the best way, but it's
one way to catch an escaped convict.

I'd just as soon stick to the old-fashioned
way, sir. Shot was too close for comfort.

You say this man claimed
the US Census Bureau had data,

information that connects to this man
who was shot at the White House?

Proof, he said, that they were here
among us. Whoever they are.

- Sir.
- Agent Mulder.

Is this John Doggett? You Agent Doggett?

I hope you're not commending him
as a hero, because he is not.

- I'm not about to referee a boxing match.
- Just what's the problem here?

The problem? You occupy an office
that was devoted to finding the truth,

and you're burying it, that's the problem.

Whoa. You must've got
your wires crossed somewhere.

- You got that man killed.
- I got him killed?

Because of what he was gonna expose.

- You see this, Agent Mulder?
- I see you sitting there, Agent Doggett.

That's good enough for me.

You gotta understand what he's been
through. I mean, now he's back and you're...

You know, it's not fair. You've been dead for
six months and you still look better than me.

- But not by much.
- Ha-ha!

Melvin.

I'd be a whole lot happier to see you
if you'd just take your hands off my ass.

Sorry.

I think it goes without saying
that we're all, uh, tremendously relieved.

Notjust because we have questions about
your involvement in a certain blessed event.

So much for playing a hunch, Mulder.

The gunmen were able to decrypt the data
that you found on Howard Salt's hard drive.

It was a series of file directories
that were downloaded the day that he died.

- Downloaded from where?
- The FSC - the Federal Statistic Center.

A government information bank used by the
US Census Bureau where Mr H Salt worked.

What are you waitin' for? Get crackin'.

Unless you think we're all idiots,
it's only Langly who's the idiot.

It's not my hacking skills. I've never seen
such a radical counterdefensive.

15 minutes after Howard Salt
was shot at the White House,

firewalls went up on every data bank
at that very facility.

Well, why do that?

Because I'm right. Because they would
kill to protect what's in those files.

Unless you got a password, we don't see any
way short of that of getting ahold of this data.

And, even if you have a pass code, you still
have to break into the FSC just to use it.

We all agree you're gonna
have to let this one go.

Oh.

I see.

Somebody's been doin' a little
campaigning for her cause.

Remember, this is America. Just because
you get more votes, doesn't mean you win.

Your name came up today, John. Folks are
all worked up. They say you dodged a bullet.

You can't dodge what
you don't see comin', Knowle.

That should tell you about
who you're dealing with.

Who am I dealing with?
NSA? Secret Service? Military? Who?

You know better than that, John.

They shot the man in cold blood.
Didn't even stop to ask him his name.

The way I hear it he made it too easy.

Taking a federal agent hostage
in a government facility.

They'd have shot him anyway.

- Without a doubt.
- Why?

You and I have been friends a long time.
| tell you things. But this is another level.

Don't give me that doublespeak crap.
I'm bein' accused.

Accused? Of what?

- Of being used to get that man killed.
- Well, that's insane.

Oh, is it?

Maybe I am being used, and ljust don't
know it. That's what I want to know from you.

Can't tell you that, John.
But I can tell you somethin'.

One thing you already know.

These men are very good shots.

What don't I know?

Three words.

(horn)

Hold up!

- Agent Doggett?
- Yeah.

- Could you wait a minute?
- I'm sorry to surprise you. I don't mean to.

What are you doing here at this hour?

I got somethin' for Mulder,
only I can't go up there.

I don't know him and he doesn't trust me,
so I'm gonna ask you to get it to him.

What do you have to give him?

Information about this escaped convict
who took me hostage.

One of his disciples was the man shot
on the White House lawn.

Agent Mulder knows that already.

He doesn't know that man had a computer
diskette he was tryin' to get to the president.

- Who gave you this information?
- I can't tell you. But what I can tell you is

- You have this? This password?
- It's three words.

"Fight the future."

Scully, what are you doin' back?

- Did something just happen?
- I'm, um...

I'm not exactly sure I should tell you, Mulder.

Scully, if you know something that can get us
moving fonivard again, you need to tell me.

(pounding on door)

- Yeah, who is it?
- It's Skinner. Open up, Agent Doggett.

- What are you doin' here?
- Scully's at her apartment, beside herself.

Over what?

Mulder somehow got hold of a computer
password to a database filled with secrets.

What kind of secrets?

Names of people the federal government
is tracking using the US Census.

People who have a certain genetic profile.

It's the same information he believes
the shooter at the White House knew about.

- Also the guy that took you hostage.
- You said Scully was upset.

That Mulder was gonna act
on this information in some way that...

What?

- You know about this?
- I gave Scully the password.

- Where did you get it?
- I can't tell you that.

I'm startin' to wonder about you too, John.

Just whose side you are working on here.

I'm startin' to wonder about that myself.

What's Scully's number?

That's why I'm here. I can't get hold of either
of them, and I have no idea where they went.

- Where are you goin'?
- I can't tell you.

If I open up my mouth, I put you at risk.

You're gonna have to trust me on this.

(knocking)

- What are you doing here?
- Where's Agent Mulder?

He wouldn't listen to me.

- Get outta here. Get goin'.
- I can't do that to him.

Then do it for yourself.

Look, I think I may have set you up.

- What?
- Get outta here and I'll explain it to you later.

No. You'll explain it to me now.
Set us up how, and with whom?

The same men that shoot first
and ask questions later.

Agent Doggett!

Frohike? Langly? Byers?
Let's go. I'm dyin' out here.

Let us just finish our cappuccino and biscotti,
and we'll see what we can do.

You can start walking now, Mulder.

- Is the system bypassed?
- You'll know if it's not.

Great.

(phone rings)

(Frohike) Smile, buddy boy.
The eye in the sky is watchin'.

(Langly) We'll be watching Mulder get busted
if I don't find the override circuit.

(Byers) Everything's under control.
Just hold tight.

(Langly) OK, got it!

(Frohike) And voila!

Come on, guys. I'm on autopilot here.

(Frohike) Go left, Mulder. There should be
a pair of glass doors about 100 yards up.

(Byers) According to our information, those
doors will lead you straight into the data bank.

Who's workin' on the locks, fellas?

Stand by.

There you go.

(Langly) There ought to be two work stations.
Either one will give you access to the data.

Let's do some emailing.

Agent Mulder, get outta there!

(pounding)

Agent Mulder!

- Mulder? What the hell's that?
- Your life's in danger if you don't get up now!

Just a fly buzzin' around the window.

-Argh!
- Oh, God!

Agent Mulder, you're comin' with me.
I'm here to save you, whatever you may think.

You're tryin' to keep this information from
seeing the light of day, like you did before.

- That's what I think.
- I don't know what that information is.

You're about to,
along with a lot of other people.

They'll learn they've been targeted
because of their genes for abduction

and replacement by alien facsimiles.

What do you say we start off with
The Washington Post, huh?

Believe what you want,
but that information will never make it out.

What are you gonna do? Shoot me?

(dials phone)

(cellphones ring)

(all) Hello.

- Something's wrong.
- What are you talking about?

I think we've been setup.
You have to get Mulder out of there.

Right now that's... basically impossible.

Uh-oh.

Mulder... better start typin' fast.

- Why?
- The cavalry just arrived.

You son of a bitch. You set me up.

No.

- Get him out of there, gunmen.
- (Langly) We're workin' on it.

- Come on, Mulder, we're gettin' outta here.
- Hey, get off of me!

If I set you up, Iwouldn't be here
tryin' to convince you to go.

They're comin' to kill you.
They'll kill me too. That's the setup.

(Langly) You'd better listen to him.
They got the data trapped,

and I can't get it uploaded,
let alone start transmission.

- What is happening, Byers?
- We're trying to figure that out.

- Mulder, are you there?
- I'm here.

It looks like there's really, uh,
no good way out of there.

Except...

Except what?

It's a long shot, but... worth a try,
especially given the alternative.

Here's what you do.

You got two minutes, Knowle.

Two minutes to give me one good reason
why I shouldn't put your name in lights.

Why I shouldn't expose you
for the lyin' bastard you are.

Hey, John, nice knowin' you.

See that man across the park?

You walk, he puts your name
on all the wrong desks.

IgetH,John.

You ask me for information.

| tell you what I can.

What you do with it is out of my hands.

You knew what I would do with it.
That's why you gave it to me.

You expose me and then what?

Where are you gonna get your answers?

Cos you're standing on the tip
of the iceberg, my friend.

- You're full of crap.
- Am I?

What is it you think those men were
protecting? Census data? You need me.

I don't need someone usin'
me to get another man killed.

You think this is about Mulder?

It's about the truth, John.

- What truth?
- You got it all right in front of you.

It's all in the X-Files.

I'm just one man tryin' to point you
in the right direction.

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