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This one also started with a rant. If you're interested in reading click here.
Final update on the stolen check situation. I got the replacement checks last Thursday. It only took a bleepin' month. Grrr! But at least I got my money. As I knew I would or things would have gotten REALLY ugly.
On another note I got yet another box of boosters and can now say I own every card available in the 101361 expansion set. (I am SO psyched) From my Premiere box, I didn't get my UR Krycek card yet but I got X and The Lone Gunmen. Not a bad take. Well enough about me and my quirks and my money, on to the "show."
The X-Files: Fight The Future: Oh No Not the Kiddie Porn Again!
Abbreviations to date:
Caveman 1: CM1
Caveman 2: CM2
Boy 1: B1
Stevie (a.k.a. Boy 2): ST
Boy 3: B3
Boy 4: B4
Captain Miles Cooles: CMC
Men in Biohazard suits: MIB
Dude with Tie (Bronschweig): DWT
Deputy Type Guy: DTG
Skinner: Sk
Generic Agent Type 1: GAT1
The Big Cheese (AKA S.A.C. Michaud): TBC
Scully: S
Mulder: M
Rent-a-cop 1: RAC1
Generic Agent Type 2: GAT2
Nameless Agent: NA
Nameless Agent 2: NA2
Irritating, annoying, wench: IAW
Bartender: Bar
Mystery Woman: MW
Kurtzweil the old man: OM
Cigarette Smoking Man: CSM
Private Flunky: PvtF
Number of times Scully has called Mulder by his last name:
25
Number of times Mulder has called Scully by her last name:
7
I'm starting to think the reason DD gets paid so much more than GA is because he gets royalties every time S calls M by his last name.
Number of cigarettes lit by CSM: 1
Dupont Circle
Washington DC
4:50 a.m.
A cab turns a corner onto a street that is obscenely populated for such an ungodly hour. Scene cuts to the cab's interior. It's M. <At least he doesn't drink and drive.>
M: [to cabbie] I think that's it right there. <Why am I not surprised that it's the building with all the police hanging around it. Something must be going down. All those cops and not a doughnut shop in sight.> M hands the cabbie some money. I can't tell you how much but I'm sure it's a lousy tip. (If there's a tip in there at all.)>
Scene cuts to apartment interior. The place is a mess. I'm not sure if it's because OM is a slob or because the men in blue with their usual level of consideration for others, trashed the place while executing the search warrant.
M starts sifting through professional journals <I guess he really is a OB-GYN. That doesn't really give me much comfort though.> A cop in plain clothes (PCC) <Must be a detective> walks by, sees M ands starts questioning him.
PCC: Excuse me, can I help you?
M: Is this Dr. Kurtzweil 's residence?
PCC: You got some kind of business with him? <No he always shows up at some weird old man's house at 5 a.m. for no damn reason. He might show up at S's house at 3 a.m. for no damn reason though.>
M: Yeah, I'm looking for him. <Not feeling very talkative today are we M?>
PCC: You're looking for him for what? <I don't like this guy and I don't like his tone. Hey, dude, stick a cruller in it will ya?>
M feels around for his ID which he flashes once he has his hands on it. <I suppose he could have flashed it sooner. But I still don't like PCC.>
PCC: [to someone offscreen] The Feds are looking for him too. <Well there's a brilliant piece of deductive reasoning.> [to M] Nice business he's got huh?
M: [looking through OM's books not bothering to turn to face PCC] What's that?
PCC: Selling naked pictures of little kids on his computer. <I find this hard to believe. OM seems more the type to get his jollies from molesting his patients. Granted it's a dubious distinction. Maybe it's just me. Just a thought. However twisted it might be.>
M turns and watches the officer behind him who's collecting video tapes. Then he turns to a couple of the books he got off the shelf. They're called <potential trivia answers here> The Four Horsemen of the Global Domination Conspiracy and Countdown to the Apocalypse. <There's light reading for ya.>
PCC: You looking for him for some other reason?
M: [deadpans] <surprise surprise> Yeah I had an appointment for a pelvic examination.
PCC just stares at M blankly. <It was a joke. Pelvic exams are for women only. You see… Oh never mind go chomp on a doughnut.> M raises his eyebrows and shakes his head indicating that he was making a joke. <Wow his face didn't crack!> PCC laughs. <I still don't think he got the joke.>
PCC: You want a call if we turn up this Kurtzweil? <Oh and just how pray tell are you going to do that without a name or phone number?>
M: No don't bother. [walks out of the apartment]
Outside the apartment building there are two police cars with flashing lights and two police officers walking outside the building. <Okay so they're walking away from the building.> Yet only M manages to see OM peeping out of the alleyway.
OM waves M over. M walks nonchalantly to the alley. <You would think that M would be a little more cautious about approaching some strange man in an alley. Even if they did share a urinal/wall. M has an alarming disregard for his personal safety.>
OM: See this crap? [waves toward the alley entrance] Somebody knows I'm talking to you.
M: Not according to the men in blue. <And we all know that they would never lie.>
OM: Oh what is it this time? Kiddie porn again? Sexual battery of a patient. <He has patients? Frightening>
M: They want to discredit you? For what?
OM: Because I'm a dangerous man. Because I know too much about the truth.
M: Ah, that apocalyptic garbage you write?
OM: You know my work? [He looks hopeful] <Um OM, that wasn't a complement.>
M laughs derisively then turns to walk away.
OM: I was right about Dallas wasn't I?
M: How? How were you right?
OM: Are you familiar with the Hanta virus Agent Mulder?
M: [walks toward OM] Yeah, it was a deadly virus spread by field mice in the Southwest United States several years ago.
OM: According to the newspaper FEMA was called out to manage an outbreak of the Hanta Virus. Are you familiar with what the Federal Emergency Management Agency's real power is? FEMA allows the White House to suspend constitutional government upon a declaration of a national emergency. Think about that. Why does an agency with such broad sweeping power doing managing a small viral outbreak in suburban Texas?
M: You're saying it wasn't such a small outbreak.
OM: No. I'm saying it wasn't the Hanta virus.
M: Well what was it? <Yeah! Do Tell!>
A siren blares briefly. OM looks over M's shoulder and sees a patrol car pass by. He walks further into the bowel of the alley. M follows him.
M: What was it? <Nag, nag, nag>
OM: [looks over to the alley's entrance conspiratorially] When we were young men in the military, your father and I were recruited for a project. They told us it was biological warfare, a virus.
M: [interrupting] What killed those men? <In other words, get to the point already>
OM: What killed them I won't even write about. We have no context for what killed those men or any appreciation of the scale in which it will be unleashed in the future. <Like that would have stopped them>
M: A plague?
OM: [snorts] A plague to end all plagues Agent Mulder. A silent weapon for a quiet war. The systematic release of an indiscriminate organism for which the men who will bring it on still have no cure. They've been working on this for 50 years. While the rest of the world have been fighting ghosts and commies, these men have been secretly negotiating a planned Armageddon.
M: Negotiating with whom?
OM: I think you know. The timetable has been set. It'll happen on a holiday when people are away from their homes. The president will declare a state of emergency at which time all government, all federal agencies will come under the power of the Federal Emergency Management Agency, FEMA, <just in case you didn't get it the first time> the secret government.
M: [lowers his head with a slight shake then turns to OM] They call me paranoid.
OM: Go back to Dallas Agent Mulder and dig. Or we're going to find out along with the rest of the country. When it's too late.
First I really must say this, what a dump! I guess we aren't the only women who are averse to having a pelvic exam done by this doctor because from the looks of his apartment he doesn't have many patients. The apartment building looks like it's a step up <a small step> from a flophouse hotel where rooms are rented by the hour. Ewww!
This scene does two things, one gives M and S an excuse to go to Dallas. <What with them not having left the bodies there and all> Second, it fills the audience in on the conspiracy. Especially for the heathens who have NO clue whatsoever. Someone has to let them know about the group of men who are pulling the strings. I guess it wouldn't be nice to just spring it on them. <shrug>
Question: If OM knows so much, why is he still alive? You would think that the consortium would have killed him a LONG time ago. Trite as it may sound; dead men DON'T tell tales. I guess this is just yet another example of the consortium's incompetence. They obviously know that OM is blabbing, so what do they do? They try to discredit him. Since when has a bad rep kept M from believing anyone? Really, it's not like M has such a great rep himself.
What the hell is wrong with M? He'll follow anyone down a dark alley. <Ooh! Shiny alien stuff! Come this way M.> You'd think he would have learned his lesson by now. How many times does he have to get his butt kicked before he displays a little more caution?
I've heard a variation of the FEMA is evil theory. I guess CC is still reading stuff out there.
These cops aren't very good at their job. You would think that they would have checked the alley before. I guess that would be too much trouble. <No doughnut shops and all>
Speaking of the cops, boy is this the most lax crime scene I've ever seen. Not that I've been to a lot of crime scenes (or any crime scene in person for that matter) but from what I've seen (on TV) they usually keep the crime scene wrapped up pretty tight. They make it difficult for people who LIVE in the building to get back in. They certainly don't let any ying yang walk into the building and into the apartment in question.
Well that's it for now. Until next time…
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