Chung chung over to Chaney's dark graveyard, where Mulder and Scully are snooping about with flashlights. Scully hisses that she doesn't know why Mulder thinks they'll find Ronnie Strickland there. Mulder explains that tradition dictates that a vampire return to his native soil. Scully is still wondering why an actual vampire would need plastic fangs. Mulder shrugs that the fangs are more the work of Bram Stoker than anything else. "I think you were right before when you said this was a guy who watched too many Dracula movies," Mulder says. "He just happens to be a vampire." Well...okay. But why didn't the stake kill him, then? Was it because the coroner took it out? I guess I'm just used to the Buffy style of vampire that disappears in a giant poof when staked. Scully sighs and looks around the dark cemetery. "So, where the hell is he?" she asks. Mulder shrugs that maybe he's with his family, the people who were planning to sue the FBI for millions upon millions of dollars. Scully explains that the family's mail goes to the Chaney post office. "No home address?" Mulder muses. They're both looking thoughtful when Luke pulls up in the squad car.
Mulder and Scully trot over to meet Luke, Scully smiling widely. Mulder looks over at her and sticks his upper teeth out. She rolls her eyes. Luke calls out a greeting, wondering if they need any help. Mulder directs him to hang out with Scully and keep an eye on the cemetery, while he goes to check something out. "Don't say I never did nothing for ya," he whispers to Scully in a phony drawl, and takes off. "Where are you going?" Scully asks after him. "Where might you be living if your mail came General Delivery around here?" Mulder responds. "The RV park?" Luke wonders. "You're good," Mulder tells him, and takes off. Scully smiles pretty at Luke.
Squad Car. Luke pours Scully a cup of coffee from a thermos. She thanks him, wrapping her hands around the warm mug. Luke wonders conversationally what she thinks about vampires. "You mean, aside from the fact that I don't believe in them?" she asks. Luke smiles. "Yeah, aside from that," he says. Scully shrugs. "They're supposed to be extremely charming, seductive," she says, and wonders if they'd actually be like that if they did exist. "As Agent Mulder says, there are many different kinds of vampires," she smiles. Luke sort of agrees quietly and looks ahead thoughtfully for a moment. He shakes his head. "I really need to apologize to you about Ronnie," he says. "He makes us all look bad." Scully furrows her brow, but says nothing. She looks a little...altered. "He's just not who we are anymore," Luke continues. "I mean, we pay taxes, we're good neighbors. Old Ronnie, he just can't quite seemed to grasp the concept of low profile." Scully's eyes are very wide. Her head lolls back, giving Luke a good look at her long, white, unblemished neck. Luke takes her coffee cup out of her hand and looks out the window. "But though he may be a moron, he is one of our own," he says, finally, and turns to Scully, his eyes all vampy green. Scully opens her mouth, but no words come out.