07x15 - En Ami

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Almost home now, Jason. What do we say?

Sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me.

Keep your chin up, son. We'll get through this just fine.

Have you got a comment? How do you feel, Jason?

Come on out, you're safe now. Stay in front of me. We'll get you in your house.

Come on, son. Just stay in front of me.

There you go, sweetheart.

If you need anything during the night, if you don't feel well, you just ring that bell, OK?

OK, Mom. Goodnight, Jason.

I know you're afraid.

Maybe you think those people outside are right, that we should take you to the hospital and let the doctors treat you.

We could do that. and they might take away your cancer and your body might feel better.

But not your soul.

It's God Himself who gave you this illness, Jason, for reasons that are His.

If you are to be well in body and spirit, it‘s God who must come to deliver you.

Good morning. Here's a story to warm the cookies of your heart.

11-year-old boy diagnosed with lymphatic cancer, cured with a miracle.

Jason McPeck. Goochland, Virginia. Yeah.

Yeah, his parents refused treatment on religious grounds.

His faith forbids medical aid, and so Jason's cure was delivered by angels.

Spontaneous remission isn't completely unheard of.

So-called miracle recoveries with no clear cause or reason.

It's not the miracle I'm suspicious of. It's the messenger.

This came anonymously from the Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency.

DARPA. Someone at DARPA.

How'd you hear about it?

You subscribe to the Goochland Guardian? No.

This appeared miraculously on your doorstep?

Seems I was the only one to whom it was delivered.

Someone wants us on this case. It's not a case.

Not yet. I'm gonna go back over to DARPA.

You see what else you can find out about that boy.

I just gotta know whether it was Roma Downey or Della Reese.

Yes? Hi.

I'm Dana Scully with the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

Are you Mrs McPeck?

What can we do for you? I'm here about your son.

Are we under investigation? No.

I was just hoping to better understand what happened to him. May I ask, is he OK?

Jason? You've got somebody to see you.

Tell her how you feel. I feel good.

Just a little out of breath.

You're looking at God's work. Jason's life owes to His grace and exalts His name in the highest.

Praise the Lord. Praise the Lord.

And you say that you saw angels? Yes.

May I ask what they looked like?

They looked like men.

They came from the sky in a ball of light.

And what did they say? They said not to be afraid.

Then one of them pinched me kind of hard. And then I was better right away.

He pinched you? Where? Right here.

What are you doing? God's work, what else?

Get out of my car!

I hoped for more accommodation toward the man who saved that young boy's life.

And yours. You got your light. Now get out.

You're not at all curious about the chip that's been put in that boy's neck?

You, a medical doctor, who has the same technology in your body, who's witnessed this wondrous miracle first-hand?

I've taken considerable trouble to prove my intentions.

The newspaper at your door, the email to Mulder. the elaborate demonstration of curing this boy's cancer?

You see, I'm dying myself.

A dying man who wants to make right, to share his secrets, to bequeath this cure to millions of others like that boy.

So you want to give it to us? To you. Agent Scully.

I've tired of Mulder's muleheadedness, his foolish ideas of overthrowing the system.

You think I'm fooled by this? I made you my offer.

Agent Mulder hears a breath of this, rest assured I'll rescind it.

Take it to my grave.

Agent Murphy here. I need a trace on a DC phone number.

I need an address. Thank you.

May I help you? I'm sorry. I made a mistake.

May I see some identification?

Is this necessary? I walked through the wrong door.

Your identification, please.

Look... Third floor.

Agent Scully.

Please, sit.

I'm glad you came. You obviously knew that I would.

I know you're a doctor and a woman of compassion.

Please.

In the end... when a man finally looks at the sum of his life to see what he'll leave behind...

Most of what I worked to build is in ruins.

And now that the darkness descends.

I find I have no real legacy.

What are you dying of?

Cerebral inflammation, due to brain surgery I had in the fall.

The doctors give me just a few months.

So you want to use me to clear the slate?

To make you a respectable person?

It won't work.

How many people in the world are dying of cancer?

And here we are wasting time with the past.

I'm here. Where is it?

This miracle cure of yours?

We'll need to take a trip.

It will require a few days. I'll get back to you.

I have access, Agent Scully. I have these miraculous chips, but the genetic research that makes them work is closely guarded.

There are men in this building who would k*ll me if they knew what I'd offered you.

They'd k*ll you too, in the blink of an eye.

I've destroyed a lot of things in my life, including the people most precious to me.

All I want is a chance to do something in service to man before I go.

Call received, 8.01 p.m.

Mulder, it's me. I'll be out of town for a day or two.

It's a family emergency. I'll call you when I can.

I'm not in right now. Leave a message after the beep.

Scully, it's me. Pick up if you're there.

Scully? You there?

I got your message and I hope everything's OK. I'll try you on your cell right now.

You're going to smoke?

It's time I quit. Just like that.

No sacrifice is purely altruistic. We give, expecting to receive.

What exactly is it you expect to receive?

Your trust.

You question my sincerity. You think I'm heartless.

Would it soften your opinion of me if I confessed that I've always had a particular affection for you?

My intentions are honourable. I have affection for Mulder too, but... my affection for you is special.

I held your life in my hands.

Your cancer was terminal and I had a cure. Can you imagine what that's like?

To have the power to extinguish a life or to save it and let it flourish?

Now to give you that power, so you can do the same.

Yeah, she said it was a family matter.

Dropped off the key, asked me to water the plants, no biggie.

A great girl. Independent as they come.

But a great girl. Yeah, yeah.

Tenants like an FBI agent in the building. It gives them a sense of security.

Do you know many people d*ed in there? We don't talk about that.

You said she carried a suitcase. Notice anything else?

Anything abnormal? No. No.

It wasn't her carrying the suitcase.

It was her driver. Her driver?

Yeah. Older guy. Tall. I've seen him here before. Smokes like a chimney.

Don't you want...?

You've been at the wheel too long. Would you like me to drive?

I might, if you let me know where we're going.

Knowing that, you'd feel comfortable? You'd trust me?

How long did it take Mulder to win your trust?

I've always trusted Mulder. You're not being honest with yourself.

Think back to when you feared for your future, for your career, when you were first partnered with this man.

I told you, I've studied you for years.

And if you would permit me. I'd like to make an observation.

You're drawn to powerful men, but you fear their power.

You keep your guard up, a wall around your heart.

How else do you explain fearless devotion to a man obsessed, and yet a life alone?

You'd die for Mulder, but you won't allow yourself to love him.

Wow. I'm learning a whole other side to you.

You're not just a cold-blooded k*ller, you're a pop psychologist as well.

I've been a destroyer all my life.

Before I die, I'd like to prove that I'm capable of something more.

Turn here. Left. Where are we going?

To show you what I'm capable of.

Her name's Marjorie Butters. She's got quite a green thumb.

Plays a mean game of Scrabble. And what's her relationship to you?

How should I put it? You could say that I'm her angel.

Marjorie's 118 years old.

Marjorie? Hey!

I thought I'd surprise you. I look an absolute wreck.

I've been trying to get in some bulbs before spring.

Marjorie, this is Dana Scully. She's a very good friend of mine.

Nice to meet you. My pleasure.

Come inside. I baked some fresh bread this morning.

And there are tomatoes from my garden and cantaloupe and we'll have some tea.

To have this power... to visit this woman and see her joy.

It must be why you became a doctor.

I'll expect your call. Thanks.

She requisitioned a fleet sedan when she left.

There have been no fuel charges.

Her mother knows nothing about an emergency.

You're worried about the company she's in, but from what you've told me, it's not like she sneaked out. She went to a lot of trouble to allay your fears.

I know she can take care of herself, it's just not like her to lie to me.

That's my private line.

Skinner. Sir?

Agent Scully, where are you? I'm on the road.

I'm sorry to call you on this line. It's all right.

It's just we've been worried about you.

Everything's OK. I just wanted you to express that to Mulder.

He's here. Why not do it yourself? No, sir. That's all right.

Can you tell him that I'll call him later? Just tell him that I'm fine.

She says she's fine.

She's in trouble.

I'm going to the rest room.

Mulder, I trust you'll make sense of what's on this tape.

Right now I'm protecting you. Please understand that I weighed the risks.

I couldn't divulge this without risking it and I promise you I weighed everything.

Our current location is northbound on the Upstate Expressway.

We're driving my FBI fleet sedan.

I promise I will get these tapes to you as fast as I can.

Whoa!

Excuse me.

Lifesaver?

May as well get comfortable. We've got a good drive ahead.

It's the masters of disguise. Can we laugh it up inside?

We got heat on our tail.

We did as you asked, got what we could on Scully.

First, her credit cards, to see if she purchased any airline tickets.

Ended up hacking into a defense department node.

They demanded we identify ourselves or be prosecuted for crimes against the government.

What's this to do with finding Scully?

In her computer, we found a series of deleted transmissions.

Email that was erased from her subdirectories, but not her hard drive.

A series of communications. From "Cobra".

Who the hell is Cobra? Scully would have told me about him.

Looks like she's gone to great lengths to keep this from you.

I don't believe that. She knows I'd find her no matter what.

Mulder, we can't find her. There's nowhere to start looking.

Yeah, I don't believe that, either.

Give me that.

How do you take your coffee?

Unadulterated, thank you.

You drugged me. I did nothing of the sort.

How did I get out of my clothes and into bed?

I carried you. You'd been up for over 30 hours.

You were delirious. I only wanted to make you comfortable.

Where are we? Milford, Pennsylvania.

That wasn't part of the deal. I don't know what you're up to.

Keys are in the ignition.

You're free to go, of course.

Choice is still yours.

Sir, I need your attention. Is my assistant...?

She's not at her desk. I wouldn't bust in here, but it's a breaking situation.

What's going on? My question exactly.

I believe we've all met. Is this place secure?

Is it secure? Don't get testy, G-man.

Are you aware of a federal fugitive, code name Cobra?

For six months, Cobra's emailed Scully from the Department of Defense where he works on a shadow project for advanced research.

Shadow project is right. Where he works, shadows have shadows.

Is that what I'm looking at? No, It's Scully's correspondence back to Cobra. She has a relationship?

No. Somebody posing as Scully hacked into her computer and has captured all her email, passing themselves off as Scully in order to win Cobra's trust.

The last five exchanges hinted at meeting to exchange information on the project Cobra's working on.

A meeting? Where? Don't know. They just ended.

Who's been in her computer?

Smoking Man, or someone working for him. You gotta get to him now.

You know that you just don't get to him.

If you don't get to him, it may be the last time we see Scully alive.

We'll get final instructions from our contact tonight.

He's invited us to dinner.

I took the liberty of getting you something to wear.

It's... it's beautiful.

I'm glad you like it.

I look forward to tonight.

So, your contact's going to join us? I presume so.

You extol our great trust, but you still haven't told me who he is.

He is to human genetic science as Oppenheimer and Fermi were to the advent of nuclear warfare.

I'm still not clear what my importance is to this exchange.

This man, we'll call him Cobra, he needs assurances that the science he's gonna hand over won't fall into the wrong hands.

I've told him of you.

He's expecting to meet you here.

Well.

To the future.

I must tell you something else.

Something that's so unbelievable, so incredible... that to know it is to look at the entire world anew.

What? What we are being given... it's not the cure for cancer.

It's the holiest of grails, Dana.

It's the cure for all human disease.

How?

It's from that final frontier. It's largely extraterrestrial.

Then you would be cured.

That which makes miracles... can also make great evil.

There are those who would use this power for their own purposes.

To choose who will live and who will die.

Theoretically, I can be cured.

Everything I've told you about wanting to make right?

I'm a lonely man, Dana.

Would you excuse me?

Cobra hasn't shown.

What do you want to do? Wait. What else can we do?

What trust you've won...

Scully won't stick around for ever.

What's wrong?

Just do your damn job.

Calico inlet's 15 minutes out. South end.

What do I do when I get there? I don't know. Just wait.

Be careful.

Finally we meet.

You're just as you described yourself.

Certainly more so last night at dinner.

I only wish we could continue to correspond, but it must end after this.

I hope one day we can take some time, when I'm not a marked man.

This is it. The science I promised you.

Wait. Where did you get this? Where did it come from, this science?

Where did it come from? Who developed it?

Scully? Yes, I'm Scully.

But we haven't spoken before, or corresponded.

They sh*t him. They k*lled him.

And they sh*t at me.

Did you get it? You told me no one else knew about this!

I wouldn't have sent you if I thought there'd be any danger.

Dana...

Yes, I got it.

Forgive me.

Here, take it. This is for you.

I gotta go.

Go.

There's nothing on it. It's empty.

Completely. No. It can't be.

It can't be. It's got to be on there.

He was here!

These were his offices.

What the hell is this? He used you.

Mulder, he laid it all out for me. I recorded it. I mailed you the tape.

This old woman, Marjorie Butters. I met her. I saw her pictures, her birth certificate.

You saw what you needed to see in order to make you believe.

Well, then, what about this boy? This boy with cancer?

You can't deny that. That's undeniable proof.

Even if we got his parents to let him go with us, how long before that chip in his neck mysteriously disappears?

This was the perfectly ex*cuted con, Scully.

The only thing I can't figure out is why you're still alive.

Mulder, I looked into his eyes.

I swear what he told me was true.

He did it all for himself, to get the science on that disk.

His sincerity was a mask, Scully.

The man's motives never changed.

You think he used me to save himself, at the expense of the human race?

No, he knows what that science is worth, how powerful it is.

He'd let nothing stand in his way.

You may be right.

But for a moment, I saw something else in him.

A longing for something more than power.

Maybe for something he could never have.

I made this!