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This one was originally posted right before Two Fathers/One Son in case the comments seem somewhat out of context.
This is the last installment that will appear at a reasonable hour. As of tomorrow I will be working from 4pm to Midnight. So I am now really looking for a car. Sadly, I shan't be able to participate in the regularly schedule chats anymore either. But I will probably be around late at night after work. <sigh> It means benefits though and hopefully eventually I can switch back to days.
My sister is unbleepinbelievalbe. I would go into details but it wouldn't be right. But I SO want to kick the wench. Grr!
I am so looking forward to tonight's episode. (I get to see Krycek! Woo Hoo! Not that I'm obsessed or anything.) Hopefully, there won't be anymore crappy sporting events to preempt XF anytime soon.
I got the EW with CC, GA, and DD on the cover. Woo Hoo! NL is such a hottie. I think I'll be working on some new stationery. Hoo boy!
No rant just some pre mytharc random musings. Now on to the "show."
The X-Files: Fight The Future: The "Well" Made Plans of Rats and Consortiums.
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
Plain Clothes Cop: PCC
Agent Hayseed: Hay
Nameless Scientist: NS
Well-Manicured Man: WMM
Strughold: LotP
First Elder: 1stE
Number of times Scully has called Mulder by his last name:
47
Number of times Mulder has called Scully by her last name:
31
Number of cigarettes lit by CSM: 2
The scene cuts to an airport runway as a cargo plane lands. Several soldiers move a gurney, similar to the one that was used to remove ST from the hole in the ground. The gurney is moved onto the plane as CSM lights a cigarette inside the plane. <Obviously the concept of a no smoking flight means nothing to him.> Upon closer inspection of the gurney you can see it's S. The evil incompetents finally got a clue and decided to get M through S. <Although we all know that this won't last long. Competence appears to be an anathema to them. And they did screw it up some. They were supposed to leave a threatening note. Anyway…> The soldiers secure the gurney and move off. The door of the plane closes and CSM can be seen taking a drag off his cancer stick.
Fade to black.
It remains dark but voices can be heard. It's The Lone Gunmen (TLG) everyone's favorite conspiracy nuts.
Frohike (Fro): What are you doing?
Langly (Lgy): Reading his chart.
Fro: Put it down.
Lgy: I'll put it down when I'm ready.
Byers (Byr): I think he's coming out of it.
The scene slowly fades in to a ceiling
Lgy: He's coming to.
We get a M's eye view of TLG as they hover over M's hospital bed. <Not for nothing but this is NOT necessarily a sight that I want to come round or wake up to.> The signs of Muldertorture is evidenced by a tube up his nose and bandages wrapped around his head.
Fro: Hey, Mulder? Mulder?
M: Oh my God. Cowardly Lion, Scarecrow … Toto! <What is it with CC and The Wizard of Oz these days anyway?>
Fro is not pleased with the joke, he looks like he wants to roll his eyes. M tries to sit up and winces, holding his head.
M: What am I doing here? <Off the top of my head not a hell of a lot. But I'll forgive you because you got shot.>
Byr: The bullet grazed your brow and your temporal plate.
Lgy: A few centimeters to the left and we'd all be playing harps right now.
Fro: You've been unconscious since they brought you in. <As opposed to having been conscious all this time and not remembering it.>
M: [sitting up quickly] Where's Scully?!
Byr: We put together you called 911. That call must have been intercepted. <It's amazing how the incompetents managed that but botched up a simple bomb plant.>
Fro: Scully had a reaction to an Africanized honeybee we found in your hall. [He holds up a vial with the bee in it.]
M: I-I've got to get to her.
M attempts to stand up. It's an unsuccessful attempt. He gets woozy and staggers. The door opens and Sk walks in, going quickly to the staggering M and helping to hold him up before he falls on his ass. An ass we were SUPPOSED to be seeing right about now but NO! They had to cut it out. Bleepin' bastards. Anyway, moving right along…
Sk: Mulder, easy, easy…look, you're staying right here.
M: You don't understand, this goes all the way back to Dallas.
Sk: Tell me where she is, I'll find her. <How did he know S was missing? Was he listening at the door?>
M: I don't know where she is! But I can think of someone who might.
Sk: You leave here unprotected, how far will you get? How far will they let you get? Because they'll know the minute you walk out of here!
Lgy: What can we do?
M looks at Lgy out of the corner of his eye. You can see the gears turning in that twisted little head of his. After a moment he answers Lgy.
M: You can strip Byers naked…
Byr: What?! [He doesn't look like a happy camper.]
M starts pulling at the bandage.
M: I need your clothes. <You hear that? It's the sound of all the slashers typing up their stories.>
M winces again as he removes the bandage. The scene changes to the hallway outside of M's room. Lgy and Fro step outside the room followed by M, disguised as Byr. The guard who looks as though he was reading the paper, looks into the room and sees Byr disguised as M lying on the bed while Sk paces with a cell phone attached to his ear. Fro, Lgy, and M walk down a hallway as M picks up his cell phone.
M: [into the phone] It's Mulder…
M walks thorough the door without so much as a goodbye. Lgy closes the exit door behind him. The scene changes again and we see M running down a street, ditching Byr's jacket as he runs.
After yet another scene change, we find ourselves in an alleyway. OM appears to be aimlessly bumbling down the alleyway. <The cops had better still be after OM for that kiddie porn thing otherwise OM has to be one of the stupidest men on the planet. He knows there are people after him. Why is he making it easier for them to get to him by hanging out in alleys?> He opens a door <probably the door to M's hangout because it obviously didn't occur to these geniuses to change the meeting place. Idiots!> and is shocked to be greeted by WMM.
WMM: Dr. Kurtzweil, isn't it? Dr. Alvin Kurtzweil?
OM backs away, turns around and begins walking quickly down the alley. A black car pulls into the other end of the alley. The driver gets out, OM just stands there looking like the proverbial deer caught in the headlights.
Scene cuts to the inside of M's hangout. M bursts through the door causing a small scene. <I guess M's disheveled appearance is a violation of the dress code or something. Although I find that a bit hard to believe. Places like that are expensive and we all know M's a skinflint.> He looks around the bar for OM, but OM is nowhere to be seen. M leaves through the back door, entering the alleyway. <I guess I was right. Pity.> He sees WMM and his driver slamming the trunk of their car closed. WMM turns to face M.
WMM: Mr. Mulder.
M: What happened to Kurtzweil?
WMM: He's come and gone. <Sounds real broken up about it too.>
M: I want to know where Scully is. <I wonder if M realized what WMM meant. He didn't even take the time to call WMM a murderer or anything. Bet he would have if Krycek were there.>
WMM: [holding up a small pouch] The location of Agent Scully and the means to save her life. [He gestures to the car] Please…
M contemplates this offer for a moment then walks to the car. He and WMM never take their eyes off one another. They each open their own doors and enter the car. It takes off immediately. To let us know it's Washington D.C they make sure the Capitol building <Or is it the White House? I often confuse them.> can be seen in the distance. WMM hands M the pouch.
M: What is it?
As WMM speaks, M opens the pouch and pulls out a small bottle of liquid, not unlike the one DWT had. There is also a small piece of paper. The paper reads:
South 83º00 Lat
East 63º00 Long
326 Ft
WMM: A weak vaccine against the virus Agent Scully has been infected with. It must be administered within 96 hours. That leaves you little time to reach those coordinates.
M: You're lying.
WMM: No. Though I have no means to prove otherwise.The virus is extraterrestrial. We know very little about it except that it was the original inhabitant of this planet.
M: A virus… [The disbelief in his voice is obvious.] <He doesn't believe WMM? Wasn't he just telling S it was a virus before? Please tell me that the skepticism is a bluff. Otherwise that bullet did more damage than I thought.>
WMM: What is a virus, but a colonizing force that cannot be defeated? Living in a cave, underground, until it mutates … and attacks.
M: This is what you've been conspiring to conceal? A disease? <When you put it like that it does sound stupid doesn't it?>
WMM: No. For God's sake, you've got it all backwards! <I love the way he says that. The "you idiot" which is just screaming to be said is so evident in the tone of voice.> AIDS, the Ebola virus, on an evolutionary scale they are newborns. This virus walked the planet long before the dinosaurs.
M: [smiling in disbelief] What do you mean walked?
WMM: Your aliens, Agent Mulder. Your little green men <Gray dammit! Gray!> arrived here millions of years ago. Those that didn't leave have been lying dormant underground since the last ice age in the form of an evolved pathogen, waiting to be reconstituted by the alien race when it comes to colonize the planet -- using us as hosts. Against this we have no defense, nothing but a weak vaccine. Do you see why it was kept secret? Why even the best men, men like your father, could not let the truth be known. <Uh, no!> Until Dallas we believed the virus would simply control us, that mass infection would make us a slave race. Imagine our surprise when they began to gestate. <This is the scene cut from the original big screen version.> My group has been working cooperatively with the alien colonists, facilitating programs like the one you saw. To give us access to the virus in hope that we might be able to secretly develop a cure.
M: To save your own asses.
WMM: Survival is the ultimate ideology. Your father wisely refused to believe this.
M: He sacrificed my sister. He let them take Samantha.
WMM: Without a vaccination the only true survivors of the viral holocaust would be those immune to it. Human/alien clones. He allowed your sister to be abducted to be taken to a cloning program. For one reason.
M: So she would survive as a genetic hybrid.
WMM: Your father chose hope over selfishness. Hope in the only future he had: his children. His hope for you was that you would uncover the truth about the Project. That you would stop it. That you would fight the future.
M looks away from WMM rubbing the bridge of his nose. The drive repeated looks in the rear view mirror. He's not checking to make sure he's not being followed. <Does anyone in the XF universe actually look at the road when they drive?>
M: Why are you telling me this?
WMM: For the sake of my own children. Once it's learned what I have told you, my life will be over. [He looks ahead. I'm not sure what he's looking at.] M looks at the driver.
M: Where's Dr. Kurtzweil? [He gets no response. It finally dawns on him that OM is dead. He looks pained.] I'd like to get out of the car now. [to the driver] Stop the car!
WMM: Driver.
The car pulls to a stop in yet another alleyway.
WMM: The men I work with will stop at nothing to clear the way for what they believe is their stake in the inevitable future.
M tries to exit the car but either the driver or WMM has control of the lock. He can't open the door. WMM pulls the gun out discretely.
WMM: I was ordered to kill Dr. Kurtzweil, as I was ordered to kill you. Suddenly, WMM draws the gun and shoots the driver in the back of the head. M recoils. You can see the driver's blood on M's neck.
M: Ow!
WMM: Trust no one, Mr. Mulder. <Someone should embroider it onto a hanky or something.>
WMM opens his own door and exits, holding the door open.
WMM: Get out of the car.
M: Why? The upholstery is already ruined. <He's got a point.>
WMM: Get out of the car!
M scoots over to WMM's door and gets out of the car. You have precious little time. M slams the door shut angrily.
WMM: What I've given you the alien colonists don't yet know exists. The vaccine you hold is the only defense against the virus. Its introduction into an alien environment may have the power to destroy the delicate plans we have so assiduously protected for the last 50 years!
M: What do you mean, "may" have? <Yeah! What are you doing using S as a guinea pig again?>
WMM: Find Agent Scully. Only then will you realize the scope and grandeur of the project. Go. <He points the gun in M's face.> Go now!
WMM points his gun in M's face. M starts to walk away, WMM opens his door again, a single rat scurries by. (Hi, Krycek!) WMM reenters the limo, closes the door and it explodes, knocking M on his ass. He sits on the ground watching the flames burn, then pulls out the pouch and checks to see that the bottle is still intact. He puts the pouch away, gets up and after one last look at the burning rubble that used to be WMM's car, runs away.
WMM is full of shit. Not for nothing, but even if EVERYTHING that WMM told M is the truth that doesn't make Bill Mulder any less icky. He let his son feel guilty for YEARS about his sister's abduction when he KNEW it was going to happen. Then he lets M feel guilty about trading S for Samantha when he KNEW that the woman could have been a clone. This man will NEVER win father of the year. Hope over selfishness. The man was a asshole!
I see why Krycek and WMM teamed up. They have a very similar ideology.
Apparently I am not the only one who said "Hi Krycek" when the rat scurried across the screen. Tiny Dancer said the same thing. I am NOT obsessed.
Do TLG have apartments of their own or do they live together? I think they live in their offices together. They will NEVER get any women this way.
Looks like S is going to be a guinea pig again. First the chip now this. It's amazing that she appears so healthy.
I wonder if WMM knew that car was going to blow when he got in it. It seems odd to get into a car with a dead driver at all. Much less entering the backseat of said car.
It's a good thing for S that PvtF's colleagues were more competent than he. Otherwise she would have had an even more uncomfortable ride than she has already had.
Why the hell does M keep going to the same bleepin' bar? The fact that he met OM there for the first time because OM was waiting for him ought to tell him that there are too many people familiar with his habits. Sheesh!
What kind of place is M's little hang out? The bathrooms are often out of order, people walk through the back door at will and no one raises an eyebrow.
Why does OM spend so much time in alleyways? If someone wanted to kill you the alley is a nice place to do it without witnesses. Hello!
How did the Consortium manage to get this far in their little plans with so many of their members following their own agenda? Between their incompetence and their double dealings it's a miracle ANY conspiring got done.
I think CC is obsessed with alleyways as well as bathrooms.
Until next time…
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