DUPRE: You make every day like New Year’s Eve.
WILLIS: Bank’s going to close in five minutes.
SCULLY: Sure it wasn’t a bogus tip?
WILLIS: No. It’s real. I’ve been on this long enough. I know the
difference. Besides, I can feel it. I can feel them. I’m inside their
heads.
SCULLY: Just as long as you keep yours.
SCULLY: One week before the first robbery at Annapolis Savings
and Loan. The 65-year-old female teller was pistol-whipped. Died
from a massive subdural hemorrhage all because she didn’t put
the money in the bag fast enough.
MULDER: Lovely couple.
SCULLY: Well, apparently they took turns --- one pulling a job while
the other one drove getaway. Between the two of them, they’ve
killed seven people and gotten away with close to $100,000.
MULDER: That’s a lot of money now that she doesn’t have to split
it two ways.
SCULLY: Well, we’re putting her face out there --- local newspapers,
America’s Most Wanted. Am I boring you?
MULDER: This is the EKG strip that recorded his cardiac activity
at the time. Now, in your medical opinion, what does that look like?
SCULLY: It could be anything – an instrument malfunction,
electrical overload.
MULDER: But what does it look like?
SCULLY: (pause) Two heartbeats.
MULDER: Now, you say Dupre and Willis went into cardiac arrest
at the exact same time, right?
SCULLY: Right.
MULDER: Which means for minutes, both men were technically
dead.
SCULLY: Technically, but we resuscitated Willis.
MULDER: You resuscitated his body.
SCULLY: Mulder.
MULDER: Two men died in that crash room, Scully. One man
came back. The question is... which one?
SCULLY: I don’t discount the near-death experience because it
can be explained empirically by stimulation of the temporal lobe.
MULDER: I sense a big "but" coming.
SCULLY: It’s my still best guess Jack’s disappearance can be
explained in psychological, not supernatural, terms.
MULDER: For instance?
SCULLY: The stress of the case, the trauma of being shot...
Jack’s personality.
MULDER: How well do you know him?
SCULLY: We dated... for almost a year.
He was my instructor at the academy.
MULDER: The plot thickens.
SCULLY:
We even had the same birthday. We used to celebrate in some dive
in Statford that had a slanting pool table. But it was always so hard
for Jack to relax. It was impossible for him really. He was always
so intense, so relentlessly determined.
WILLIS: Is there anything else you wanted?
MULDER: Yeah. It’s, uh, Scully’s birthday and I was wondering
if you’d sign that for her.
MULDER: (smugly) Happy Birthday, Scully.
SCULLY: You’re two months early.
MULDER: It’s from Willis. I thought you two had the same birthday.
SCULLY: We do.
MULDER: Well, that’s news to him. I asked him to sign it.
And he signed it with his left hand.
SCULLY: You mean you tested him.
AGENT BRUSKIN: This isn’t one of your X-File theories, is it?
MULDER: (on phone) Where’s Scully?
WILLIS: (on phone) You’re the FBI. You figure it out.
WILLIS: (voice on tape) I feel myself getting into their heads and I'm
scared by what I'm feeling. The intoxicating freedom that comes from
disconnecting action and consequence. Theirs is a world where
nothing matters but their own needs, their own impossible appetites
and while the pleasure they derive from acts of violence is clearly
sexual, it also speaks to what Warden Jackson called their operatic
devotion to each other. It's a love affair I almost envy.
MULDER: (on phone) Let me talk to Scully.
LULA: (on phone) Not this time.
MULDER: We don’t deal unless we know Scully is alive.
LULA: Oh, she’s alive. She’s not happy, but she’s alive.
MULDER: You listen to me --- you lay
one hand on Scully, and so help me, God ----
LULA: If I were you, I’d stop talking and start passing
around the collection hat ‘cause if you ever want to see Scully
again it’s going to cost you a million dollars. Have it by this time
tomorrow. I'll tell you when and where.
SCULLY: (looks at watch) It’s not working. It stopped. At 6:47.
MULDER: The exact time that Jack went into
cardiac arrest at the hospital.
SCULLY: What does that mean?
MULDER: It means … It means whatever you want it to mean.
(gently) Good night.
