JERRY: Mulder.
MULDER: Jerry?
JERRY: You’re Dana Scully, right?
Jerry Lamana.
MULDER: Jerry and I worked together in Violent Crimes.
JERRY: Worked together? What are you talking worked together?
(to SCULLY) We were partners.
SCULLY: How come you two went your separate ways?
MULDER: I’m a pain in the ass to work with.
SCULLY: Seriously.
MULDER: I’m not a pain in the ass? We had different career goals.
Jerry wanted the fifth floor.
SCULLY: And you?
MULDER: I was gunning for a basement office with no heat or windows.
SCULLY: I know where you ended up. What about Jerry?
MULDER: How do you like that...a politically correct elevator.
MULDER: Come in.
SCULLY: (entering) It’s past three.
MULDER: I’m just looking for my profile notes.
SCULLY: Maybe if you cleaned your desk more than once a year.
MULDER: They were right here. I’m telling you.
SCULLY: Come on. We’re late.
JERRY: Now, there are a couple of elements for us to consider, here.
Both the statistical rarity of homicidal electrocution and the complexity
of the crime indicate a certain devious premeditation. After all, there
are much simpler ways of killing someone. All of which leads me to
believe that our guy was some kind of sociopathic game player - -
maybe even a recluse since he designed a trap not only to avoid detection,
but to avoid contact with the victim.
SCULLY: (whispering to MULDER) Is that your profile?
MULDER: (whisper) Forget it, huh?
MULDER: Phone's of the hook, maybe Drake was talking to someone right before he went off to do his Ben Franklin impersonation.
JERRY: I taught him everything he knows...
MULDER: Scully what are you doing here?
SCULLY: Someone or something's been scanning my computer files and tapping my phones. I traced the line and it came from somewhere in there.
MULDER: It's the machine...
SCULLY: How can we get in there?
MULDER: Do you remember the Trojan horse?
MULDER: Open Sesame...
MULDER: Trick or treat?
