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Last season on The X Files...

What we have here
is the complete corpus

of an extraterrestrial
biological entity.

The ice core samples I took,
they can't be faked.

I refuse to believe
that it's not true.

So you're saying it's all been
orchestrated... a hoax.

Which you've been
used to perpetuate.

He said that the men
behind this hoax

gave me this disease
to make you believe.

Early this morning,

I got a call from the police

asking me to come
to Agent Mulder's apartment.

The detective asked me...

He needed me to identify a body.

Agent Scully...

Agent Mulder died
late last night

from an apparent self-inflicted
gunshot wound to the head.

When we speak of
life beyond earth,

what we generally mean is,
of course, intelligent life...

something resembling
our noble selves.

It is highly probable

that there are
such intelligent forms of life

in other galaxies
in the universe,

and it is even more probable

that many of these forms are
vastly more intelligent than we.

I've held a torch
in the darkness

to glance upon a truth unknown.

An act of faith begun
with an ineloquent certainty

that my journey
promised the chance

not just of understanding,
but of recovery.

That the disappearance
of my sister 23 years ago

would come to be explained

and that the pursuit
of these greater truths

about the existence
of extraterrestrial life

might even reunite us.

A belief which I now know

to be false and uninformed
in the extreme.

My folly revealed by facts

which illuminate both my
arrogance and self-deception.

If only the tragedy
had been mine alone,

might it be more easy tonight

to bring this journey
to its end.

Agent Mulder?

Agent Mulder?

Yeah.

There is a matter of security...
something I hadn't anticipated.

Just after I left
your apartment...

Who are you?

Just after
our last conversation,

I was followed by people...

Who are you?!

Are you listening, Agent Mulder?

Are you hearing me?

We can't speak right now.

I have reason to believe that...

Did they give Agent Scully
this disease?

Did they do this to her
because of me?

They may be listening,
Agent Mulder.

They may be watching you...
everything you do and say.

Are you listening, Agent Mulder?

Agent Mulder?

Agent Mulder?

Put that out!
Back away!

Get away!

You have no new messages.

Keep going, FBI woman.

Mulder?

What are you doing?

Why are you sitting
in my bedroom in the dark?

It was too crowded
in my apartment.

I couldn't sleep.

I'm not kidding, Mulder.

Good, 'cause neither am I.

There's a dead man

on the floor of my apartment.

It's only a matter of time

before he starts
to stink the place up.

What are you talking about,
Mulder?

What's going on?

Apparently, somebody thinks
my life is interesting enough

to put on videotape.

My apartment's been
under electronic surveillance

for at least two months.

Look at this.

Courtesy of
the U.S. Government.

That's the dead man
in your apartment?

Yeah. He works...

He worked
for the Department of Defense.

How did he die, Mulder?

Gunshot wound to the face.

Have you contacted anybody
at the Bureau?

I can't do that, Scully.

I can't go to the authorities
with this.

What are you talking about?

This man Ostelhoff

worked for the military.

Are you beginning
to get the picture?

Do you see
what's happening here?

That the hoax is connected
to the military,

just like Kritschgau
said it was.

This hoax, your cancer,
everything.

It just doesn't lead back
to the military.

It leads right back to the FBI.

What?

This man Ostelhoff was set up
in the apartment

directly above mine.

I caught him trying
to destroy phone records

on which the same number
was called 17 times.

This is the PBX operator
at the Bureau.

Yeah.

Who'd he be calling at the FBI?

I don't know.

Mulder, how long has

this been going on?

Maybe since the beginning.

Since you joined me
on the X Files.

That would mean
that for four years,

we've been nothing more than
pawns in a game.

That it was a lie
from the beginning.

Mulder, these men...
you give them your faith

and you're supposed
to trust them with your life.

There are those
who can be trusted.

What I need to know is
who among them is not.

I will not allow
this treason to prosper...

not if they've done this to you.

Mulder, we can't go the Bureau

- making these accusations.
- No.

But as they lie to us,
we can lie to them.

A lie to find the truth.

Let the truth be known
though the heavens fall.

The web of lies entangling us
can now be connected

back to the very institution
which brought us together.

The facts supported by
a byzantine plot executed by

someone inside the FBI who,
if named,

could be tied to the hoax
meant to destroy me

and to the terminal disease
inflicted on Scully.

In four years, I have shared

my partner's passionate search
for the truth.

And if my part
has been a deception,

I have never seen her integrity
waver or her honor compromised.

That him?

But now I ask her to lie...

Yeah.

...to the people lying to us...

a dangerous lie
to find the truth,

to find the men
who would be revealed

as its enemy, as our enemy,

as the enemy within.

Agent Scully.

Is it true?

Yes, sir.

Are you all right?

I'm, uh...

I don't know what to say.

They asked me to come down
and identify the body.

Well, how'd you make the I.D.?

The word from Alexandria PD
is it was self-inflicted...

a shotgun blast to the face.

I saw Mulder
earlier this morning.

He was wearing the same clothes.

Well, I'm very sorry.

Agent Scully.

Section Chief Blevins wants you
in for questioning on this.

He believes you have information

that you haven't
come forward with.

The military connection
to the conspiracy

we had pierced
was now undeniable.

The man who lay dead
in my apartment worked

for the Department of Defense

at its advanced
research facility.

What I might find here
I was uncertain of,

but my crime
had provided me access.

As long as they believed
Scully's lie,

that it was me lying
on that floor,

I might learn truths here.

But if our lies were discovered,

both Scully and I
would be discovered with them.

Agent Blevins' office.

Agent Scully.

Please have a seat.

Some time has passed

since you were first
in this office.

Yes, sir.

Four years.

From all reports,

your work on the X Files

brought you very close
to Agent Mulder.

Yes, sir.

We're all sorry about
what's happened, Agent Scully.

But that's not why I'm here.

You're here
because we've been informed

by the Department of Defense

that prior to Agent
Mulder's accident,

you may have been contacted
by a D.O.D. employee.

Yes, that's right.

And that he gave
you classified information.

He had information
about the discovery

of what Agent Mulder believed
to be an alien corpse.

He, uh... he said the body
was part of a hoax.

He provided evidence of this?

N-No hard evidence, sir, no.

Agent Scully,
I suggest you tell us

everything you know.

If you have any knowledge
of this man,

you should speak up now.

What knowledge?

His name.

Whatever you're withholding,

you'll be asked
to explain yourself tonight

at a joint FBI panel I've asked
assembled on this matter.

Is this the man?

Michael Kritschgau?

Yes.

Hey.

How'd you get in here?

Through the front door.

You can't bypass security.

You can when you have the card.

Put that away. Put it away.

You knew my apartment
was being surveilled.

How?

Come with me.

I was followed from your
apartment the night we spoke.

Someone at the FBI is involved.

This man Ostelhoff was in
contact with somebody I...

How did you get his card?

I found it on a dead man.

Do you know what that is?

What you have in your hand?

It gives you
level four clearance.

Level four clearance...
that means

I get to dine
at the officer's club?

You have access to everything,
Mr. Mulder... things I don't,

things I can only
tell you about.

I need to know
who did this to Scully.

What you can have...
what you may find

is so much more than that.

What?

What you want
most desperately of all.

The cure for Scully's cancer?

Federal Bureau of Investigation.

How may I direct your call?

Communications center, please.

One moment.

Communications, Holly.

Holly, it's Dana Scully.

Dana, I'm so sorry
about what's happened.

I just heard.

Holly, I need your help
on something.

I was hoping that you could
help me with some information.

Sure. What do you need?

I have calls placed to
the Bureau on consecutive dates:

on the 6th, 7th, 8th, 9th
and 10th.

They came in
to the PBX operator.

The first was at 11:21,

the next at 11:14, 3:07,

2:02 and 5:12.

They would have
all been transferred

to the same extension.

And you're looking
for that extension?

Yes.

I got five calls
matching those times and dates

transferred to
an executive-level extension.

Whose?

It's a branch extension; it
could be anyone at that level.

Would Assistant Director Skinner
be at that extension?

Yes.

Thank you.

Okay. You take care now, Dana.

Yes?

Special Agent Scully?

Yes.

This is Dr. Vitagliano

at the Paleoclimatology
Department

at American University.

You'd, um, asked me to look into
these ice core samples for you.

Right. I, uh, I'm sorry that
I haven't gotten back to you.

I think you might want
to come down here to the lab.

There's something I know

you're going to want
to see for yourself.

What am I looking for?

Level four is a biological
quarantine wing.

It houses a series of labs
and medical facilities

and an elaborate system

for the storage
of vast quantities of DNA.

DNA from whom?

Virtually every American
born since 1945.

Every immigrant,
every indigenous person

who's ever given blood or tissue
to a government doctor.

This is what I was
telling you, Agent Mulder.

This is the hoax
into which you've been drawn.

The roots go back 50 years
to the end of World War Two.

Playing on a virulent
national appetite

for bogus revelation
and a public newly fearful

of something called
the atom bomb,

the U.S. Military Command
began to fan the flames

of what were being called
"flying saucer stories."

There are truths which can
kill a nation, Agent Mulder.

The military needed
something to deflect attention

away from its arms strategy...

global domination though

the capability
of total enemy annihilation.

The nuclear card was fine as
long as we alone could play it,

but the generals and politicos
knew what they

could not win was
a public relations war.

Those photos from Nagasaki
and Hiroshima were not

faces Americans wanted
to see in the mirror.

Oppenheimer knew it, of course,
but we silenced him.

When the Russians
developed the bomb,

the fear in the military
was not for safety at home,

but for armistice and treaty.

The business of America
isn't business,

Agent Mulder, it's war.

Since Antietam, nothing
has driven the economy faster.

We needed a reason
to keep spending money.

When there wasn't a war
to justify it,

we called it war anyway.

The Cold War was essentially

a 50-year
public relations battle,

a pitched game of chicken
against an enemy

we not much more than
called names.

The Communists called us
a few names, too.

"We will bury you,"
Khrushchev said,

and the public believed it.

After what McCarthy had done
to the country,

they ate it with a big spoon.

We squared off a few times:
in Cuba, Korea and Vietnam,

but nobody dropped the bomb...
nobody dared.

What does any of this have to do
with flying saucers?

The U.S. Military
saw a good thing in '47

when the Roswell story broke.

The more we denied it,
the more people believed

it was true...
aliens had landed.

A made-to-order cover story
for generals looking to develop

the national war chest.

The opened
official investigations

with names like
"Grudge," "Twinkle,"

"Project Blue Book,"
"Majestic 12."

They brought in college
professors and congressmen

and fed them enough bogus fact,
enough fuzzy photos

and eyewitness accounts
that they believed it, too.

They even hooked Doug MacArthur,
for God's sake.

I can't tell you

how fortuitous
the timing of it all was.

Do you know when the first

supersonic flight was,
Agent Mulder?

1947. Soon, every
experimental aircraft

being flown was a UFO sighting.

When the abduction stories
started up, it was too perfect.

We'd almost gotten
caught in Korea...

an ambitious misstep.

China and the Soviets knew it.

The U.N. got all
heated up at us.

Germ warfare.

We were accused of using it
on the Koreans.

Yeah.

It was developmental then...
nothing like what

we or the Russians have now.

The bio-weapons used

in the Gulf War
were so ingenious

as to be almost undetectable.

Developed right in
this very building.

And all these reports
of abductions...

you're saying
they've all been lies.

Not lies exactly,

but citizens taken

unsuspecting and tested.

A classified military project
above top secret

and still ongoing.

You've heard the recent
denials about Roswell

by the military and the CIA?

What's been the effect?

Even wilder and more
widespread belief.

The American appetite

for bogus revelation,
Agent Mulder.

But I've seen aliens.

I've witnessed these things.

You've seen
what they wanted you to see.

The line between science
and science fiction

doesn't exist anymore.

What this is about is control

of the very elements
of life... DNA.

Yours, mine, everyone's.

Then why a hoax?

Why create hard evidence...

an alien body
that could be disproved?

The body you found was
so good, so believable,

that only a directed
scientific examination

would have proven the fraud.

Scully would have known.

The timing of the hoax
was planned

so Agent Scully
wouldn't be alive

to do an examination.

You went along with all this.

You let them do this to Scully.

I paid the price, Agent Mulder.

When my son came back sick

from the Gulf War,
that was my retribution.

I'm helping you now,
but not unselfishly.

You believe there's a cure
for him in here, too.

I have to think there is.

Michael Kritschgau.

May we talk to you?

What about?

D.O.D. is detaining
you for questioning.

Would you come with us,
Mr. Kritschgau?

Sir?

I was told that
you needed to see me.

That there was some urgency.

It seems I've been
left out of the loop.

"Left out"?

You were watching Mulder.

You had a man on him.

No one bothered
to inform me of this.

I know nothing about a man.

I will not be cut out like this.

You need my expertise.

Is this being run from D.O.D.?

If it is, I'm unaware of it.

I've always kept Mulder
in check.

I put this whole thing together.

I created Mulder.

Agent Mulder is dead.

Our FBI source
confirmed it this morning.

Mulder killed himself.

Mulder was an asset.

Without his partner,

you may have underestimated
his fragility.

I've never
underestimated Mulder.

I still don't.

As you'd asked,

I've tested some of
the cellular material

found in the ice core sample.

Because we couldn't identify it

as either plant or animal,

only as some kind
of chimeric hybrid,

I put some of
the individual cells

in media containing
fetal bovine serum,

and the cells began to divide.

Well, then they were
animal cells that you found.

They are not classifiable.

What do you mean? You said
there was mitotic cell division.

When the cells began to divide,
they didn't just multiply,

they began to go
through the stages of morula,

blastula, gastrula.

They began somatic development?

The beginning of a life-form.

Growing into what...

I don't know.

I had come here
looking for answers,

hoping not only
to lay bare this conspiracy

against the country
and the men behind it,

but to finally learn
the truth about the possibility

of intelligent
extraterrestrial life.

Now, with what I've heard,

my beliefs seem
more and more improbable.

The possibility
of a cure for Scully

somewhere inside these walls
my only hope.

But if I might find it
and somehow save her,

the very existence of this cure
would mean with certainty

that I have believed in a lie
from the start.

I had no way
to reach Agent Mulder,

to tell him
what I had discovered...

an unidentified
microscopic life-form

whose very existence held
the possibility of revelation.

Was this organism...
extracted from the ice

which had entombed
the alien corpse...

the germ cell
that might give proof

of extraterrestrial life,
or was it just the opposite?

The scientifically engineered
creation of a chimera...

an unclassifiable
biological product

designed to set up a hoax...

manufactured to create
the false beliefs

that have long driven
Agent Mulder?

I now began to realize

that the answer to this question

might exist
within the life-form itself...

biological proof
of its connection

to the cancer invading my body,

to a virus living
inside this organism

to which I had been exposed

during my abduction
three years ago.

I'm still not sure what
you're hoping to find here.

I need to do a Southern blot

to run the culture that you
showed me against my own DNA.

You said that the unclassified
cells you looked at

under the E.M.
were full of virus.

Right. What are you
looking for?

A match.

And I need it before 7:00.

Tonight?

Not going to happen.

Not unless we have
a blazing hot probe.

It's got to happen.

Everything in my life
depends on it.

What are you doing here?

I was going to ask you the same.

No, you weren't.

You followed me here.

Why are you following me?

Is this more dirty work
you're doing for the D.O.D.?

Why don't you tell me something,
Agent Scully.

Why don't you tell me
what you're doing here.

I want an answer from you!

I want an answer from you!

This isn't your job!

My job is to direct

the agents under me,

to question their motives

when they're lying
about investigations,

to take steps to cease
or censure those actions.

Your lying is on record,
Agent Scully.

And what about yours?

On my desk, I have the pathology
and forensics reports

for the body found
in Mulder's apartment.

Now, you have to answer
for yourself in five hours.

As you compound the lies,

you compound
the consequences for them.

All lies lead to the truth,
isn't that right?

And what about your lie,
Agent Scully?

What does it lead to?

The truth...

about the men behind
what happened to me,

about my abduction
and the tests,

about being exposed to something
against my will,

about being put on a table

and having something
implanted in me

and then
having my memory stolen,

only to have it returned

along with a disease
that I was given.

Is that your justification?

Is that what you're going
to tell the joint panel tonight?

Are you afraid of that?

Well, considering the dead man
in Mulder's apartment

was murdered in cold blood

and you willfully
misidentified him,

yes, I am afraid.

But I'm only afraid for you.

You're going to use that
against me, aren't you?

You're going to use me
as I've been used all along...

to preserve the lies.

Where is Agent Mulder?

Your silence won't save you.

Not with these people.

And if you lie,
I don't know if anything can.

Except proof.

The cruelest ironies
are those consecrated

by the passage of time,

chanced and occasioned
by shocking discovery.

I had joined Agent Mulder
on the X Files

because of my background
in the medical sciences.

My assignment
was to question his work,

to debunk his investigations
and rein him back

into the FBI mainstream.

Now, as fate would have it,

I am calling
on these very same skills

to prove that he has been
the target of a scheme

orchestrated by someone
close to us in the FBI...

someone we have trusted
above all others,

involved in a highly
organized plot

to keep a dangerous secret
from the light of day.

I could only guess

at what Agent Mulder
may have uncovered on his own,

what he may have found
to confirm or deny

what he has long held
to be a conspiracy

to control the public inquiry

into the government's
knowledge and contact

with an alien race or races.

If he had hoped, as I do,

to learn the identity of those
who sought to destroy us,

I had with the discovery

of this
unidentified microorganism

what could amount
to forensic evidence...

hard and undeniable
genetic evidence

of a connection between
the conspirators and the cancer

which has now metastasized
in my bloodstream.

I have few short hours
to conduct these tests

before I must appear
before an FBI panel

to explain myself.

And as I am ready to lie to them

about Agent Mulder,

I am also ready
to confront them with proof...

proof extracted
from this tiny organism

that could blow open
a conspiracy

of global consequence.

If Agent Scully and I
had been led to believe

that the conspiracy
meant to destroy us

has its roots
in the Department of Defense,

that fact seems
all but irrefutable now.

I have gained entry to a large
storage facility by a hallway

connecting underground
to the Pentagon.

On hundreds of rows of shelves

are materials
that reveal nothing to me

of a cure for Scully's cancer.

And now, as I have reached
the terminus of this space,

what appears to be an old
and antiquated filing system

seems my only hope of finding

what this man Kritschgau
has assured me exists.

If his own desperate hope
for his son's cure

has eluded him,
I now share his desperation...

that among these drawers
is a sign, a glimmer,

some small confirmation

that the journey
which has brought me here

has not been in vain.

Yes?

Yes, sir.
I had orders to contact you

in the event Scott Ostelhoff
entered the building.

Is he there?

Well, his key card was scanned
through the level four entrance.

He used the subterranean access
to breach the Pentagon.

Are you sure it's him?

I can't ascertain that.

Do you want me to apprehend him?

Don't do anything.
Don't say anything.

I'm on my way.

If my work with Agent Mulder

has tested the foundation
of my beliefs,

science has been and continues
to be my guiding light.

Now I'm again relying on its
familiar and systematic methods

to arrive at a truth...

a fact that might explain
the fate that has befallen me.

An investigation that began
without, now turning within.

Taking cellular material
from the unidentified life-form

and isolating a virus
contained within it,

then matching the DNA
from this virus

against that which I believe
has caused my cancer,

I hope a picture will develop...

a picture that might confirm
my darkest suspicions

about the source of this
disease invading my body

in hope of providing evidence

that its cause
is not without blame,

even though its cure
remains unknown.

If science serves me
to these ends,

it is not lost on me

that the tool which I've come
to depend on absolutely

cannot save or protect me,
but only bring into focus

the darkness that lies ahead.

There it is.

I don't understand.

My DNA hybridized

with the viral DNA
from the cell culture.

But that means

the material
from the ice core sample...

You'd have to have DNA

from the unclassified
chimera cells in your own body.

I know.

But how? And how did you know?

I believe that I was exposed
to this material

and it is responsible
for giving me a serious illness.

What kind of illness?

One which cannot be cured.

If I did indeed have
the cure for Scully's cancer,

I was now as dependent on her
as she was on me.

As I had breached this facility,

I needed to find
my way out to safety,

depending on Scully
to weave her story,

to tell her tale,
to make them believe the lie.

Agent Scully,
please have a seat.

Thank you.

Agent Scully,
we've had a brief discussion.

But will you restate the matter
we're here to put to rest?

Yes, sir.

Four years ago,

Section Chief Blevins
assigned me to a project

you all know as the X Files.

As I am a medical doctor

with a background
in hard science,

my job was to provide
an analytical perspective

on the work of
Special Agent Fox Mulder,

whose investigations
into the paranormal

were fueled by a personal belief

that his sister had been
abducted by aliens

when he was 12.

I come here today,
four years later,

to report on the illegitimacy
of Agent Mulder's work.

That it is my scientific opinion

that he became, through
the course of these years,

a victim.

A victim of his own false hopes

and of his belief
in the biggest of lies.

You were contacted by a man
who claimed he worked

for the Department of Defense...
a Michael Kritschgau...

who told you that Mulder
had been taken in by a hoax.

Yes, sir.

He told me a story

which detailed point-by-point
the systematic way

in which Agent Mulder
had been deceived and used.

And how I,

as his partner, had been
led down the same path,

losing a family member
due to my allegiance

and contracting a fatal disease

which I was being told
was engineered

by the men who were responsible
for Agent Mulder's deception.

Were you able
to convince Agent Mulder

of these facts?

What I couldn't tell
Agent Mulder...

what I had only just
learned myself...

was that the cancer

which had been diagnosed in me
several months earlier

had metastasized.

And the doctors told me,

short of a miracle,

it would continue to
aggressively invade my body...

advancing faster each day
towards the inevitable.

I'll have security
stop him at the entrance.

No, it's okay.

It's okay. Let him go.

Early this morning,

I got a call from the police

asking me to come
to Agent Mulder's apartment.

The detective asked me...

He needed me to identify a body.

Agent Scully...

Agent Mulder died
late last night

from an apparent self-inflicted
gunshot wound to the head.

Agent Scully,

these accusations
that you've made...

you've been given a disease...

Yes, sir.

...they're extremely
serious charges.

Yes, sir, but I have proof.

Against the men behind this...

of the lies

that I believed.

What I have here
is proof undeniable

that the men who gave me
this disease

were also behind the hoax...

a plot designed to lead

to Agent Mulder's demise

and to my own,

planned and executed
by someone in this room.

What I have here
is scientific evidence...

You...

Somebody get a doctor.

What? What is it?

It's deionized water.

It's nothing more than that.

I made this!