Still Fighting the Future
Bar. Mulder. Kurtzweil. Grey Shirt of Hot-tasticness. Mulder tells Kurtzweil about his little jaunt to Dallas. He thinks, he says, he found an alien virus.
Scully tells the bigwigs that she believes Especial Agent Michaud was involved in the bombing in Dallas. Blythe Danner looks calmly taken aback.
Mulder tells Kurtzweil that he and Scully spent a large portion of their time in Texas crawling through cornfields. Kurtzweil listens.
Scully stammers to OPR that she doesn't yet have completely conclusive evidence, of anything. What she does have, though, is a bee, crawling around on the back of her collar. "We're working toward that," she says. "Working with whom?" Blythe Danner asks. Scully makes a "busted!" face. "With Agent Mulder," she admits.
Agent Mulder is in full-on hypothesis mode, telling Kurtzweil that he thinks the corn is some kind of transportation system, the pollen genetically altered to carry a virus. "That would be my guess," Kurtzweil says. For some reason, the fact that all Kurtzweil has is a guess infuriates Mulder. He then jumps to the conclusion that Kurtzweil's been using him, and that he never even knew Bill Mulder. Kurtzweil is all, dial it down a notch, yo. Mulder self-righteously hustles out of the bar and into the alley, Kurtzweil in hot pursuit. "You'd be shit out of luck if it weren't for me," Kurtzweil barks. He points out that Mulder and Scully never would have seen what they did in Texas if it hadn't been for his pointing them in the right direction. "My ass is on the line, here," Kurtzweil points out. "Your ass!" Mulder yells. "Who do you think got chased through Texas by two helicopters?" The men stare at each other, and then Kurtzweil reminds Mulder that he and Scully escaped those helicopters for a reason. "These people don't make mistakes," he says. Mulder sort of makes a "hey, good point" face, as Kurtzweil walks off. Mulder hears footsteps above him and looks up to see some old white guy standing on the fire escape above him.
House of Mulder. I wonder how many of those gray, form-fitting t-shirts Mulder owns. They sure are pec-tastic. The theme song, yet again, burbles mournfully in the background as Mulder flops into his desk chair and rifles though a photo album. Sure enough, there's an old picture of Martin Landau at a picnic with a bunch of other yahoos, pasted in there among the dog-earred photos of Samantha and the surreptitious surveillance photos of Scully. He's staring at it mournfully when Scully quietly walks in. She looks somewhat undone, because her shirt is untucked and her jacket is untied again, but mostly because of the expression on her face, which is grim and sad and a little lost. Mulder looks up. "What's wrong?" he immediately asks. Scully looks at him. "Salt Lake City, Utah," she says quietly. "Transfer effective immediately." Mulder makes a horrified face. Scully tells him that she's already given Skinner her letter of resignation. "You can't quit now, Scully," Mulder says, not looking at her. Scully informs him that she can, but he interrupts to tell her that they're close to something. "We're on the verge!" he says. "You're on the verge," she tells him quietly. "Please, don't do this to me." She sets her jaw and looks down. He gets out of the chair and walks over and stands all close to her. He can't believe she can walk away after all she's seen, he throatily says. She reiterates that she already has. "I need you on this, Scully," he says. Scully sighs. "You don't need me," she tells him. "You never have. I've just held you back." Mulder just stares at her. "I've got to go," Scully tells him and sighs and walks out into....