Scully and Moronica stand in the hallway and chaw about the case. They basically have no idea how to find this guy. They step dejectedly into the elevator, which contains one other passenger: Wayno. Scully shoots him an apprehensive look, but Moronica just stands there. Where are your "feelings" now, Moronica? Finally, the elevator shudders to a halt and the girls get out, Wayno holding the door for them. "Thank you," Scully offers, then looks down at his hand and sees the Ring of the Devil. There's a whipping noise on the soundtrack. Seriously. It's like a bullwhip being cracked. I don't know. I just don't know. Scully steps out of the elevator, then turns on her heel and draws her gun. She barks at Wayno to step out of the elevator. He raises his hands tentatively in the air, offers that "it's going to be cool," and then shuffles around until the doors close on him. Scully yelps. "It's him!" she tells Moronica. "It's going down," Moronica says. "Stairs!" Scully says, and they race for the door. Mark Snow cues up Cavalry trumpets. No, seriously. Cavalry trumpets. I'm beginning to think that Chris Carter got some really potent bud this week and just passed it around the office.
Stairs. Cha cha cha. The girls pile into the parking garage just in time to see a car speed out and the gate close in their face with a clang. "Olé!" shouts a French-accented voice on the soundtrack. Indeed.