LBO. "It was Alex Trebek? The game-show host?" Jose Chung asks. ["At least it wasn't Gene Rayburn. Shudder." -- Wing Chun] Scully closes her eyes wearily. "Mulder didn't say that it was Alex Trebek," she says. "It was just someone who looked incredibly like him." Jose Chung asks her if the guy really did look like Alex Trebek, reminding her that she was, of course, there. Scully admits that, uh, she really doesn't remember, um, anything about it. "I was surprised to wake up the next morning and find Mulder asleep in my room," she tells him. "Aw, yeaaah!" the Mulder action figure yelps, before we cut to the next scene and see Mulder sleeping in an armchair. "Oh," the Mulder says, crestfallen.

Motel room. "But Mulder, I don't even remember letting you in," Scully tells him when she finally wakes up, her hair all mussed. She's still in her suit. "I told you. You didn't let me in. They were already here," Mulder explains wearily. Scully's phone rings. She answers it while Mulder sticks his finger in an ice bucket of melted water. "We'll be right there," Scully says, before turning to Mulder. "That was Detective Manners," she announces. "He said they just found your bleeping UFO."

Or the remains of it. By the time Mulder, Scully, and Manners arrive at the crash site, the military is swarming all over the place. Manners explains that the "UFO" everyone kept seeing was actually a top-secret military plane. Mulder bitches that he doesn't think the Air Force was being close-mouthed to protect state secrets. He thinks they "wanted witnesses to their alibi." Scully just raises one tired brow. Military guys carry bodies past them. One of them is the body that Scully already autopsied -- the one that ended up in the video with the Stupendous Yappi. Mulder watches it go past, then follows, Scully right on his heels. Manners stands alone and looks around the crash site. "Bleep," he says, quietly.

In the LBO, Jose Chung puts down his pen. "I know it probably doesn't have the sense of closure that you want," Scully says. "But more so than many of our other cases." Or, you know, than "Closure" did.

Fade to Jose Chung sitting in his office, typing away. He looks up to see someone loitering outside his door. It is, of course, Mulder, whom he eventually ushers inside. I'm not sure how Jose Chung knew Mulder was Mulder, since Mulder refused to speak to him and presumably they've never met, but...whatever.

"What can I do for you, Agent Mulder?" Jose Chung asks, once they're both safely inside. Mulder asks him not to write the book. "You'll perform a disservice to a field of inquiry that has always struggled for respectability," he says. "You're a gifted writer, but no amount of talent could describe the events that occurred in any realistic vein because they deal with alternative realities that we're yet to comprehend. And when presented in the wrong way, in the wrong context, the incidents and the people involved in them can appear foolish, if not downright psychotic." Mulder is pacing all over the place like a madman. Jose Chung just watches. Then Mulder stops and announces that he knows that Jose Chung's publisher is partially owned by an aerospace engineering conglomerate and he suspects "a covert agenda for [the] book on the part of the military industrial entertainment complex!" Yes, that's a very compelling argument, you dreamy paranoid dingbat. "Agent Mulder, this book will be written," Jose Chung tells him. "But it will only benefit if you can explain something to me." Mulder pouts for a moment. "What?" he finally asks. "What really happened to those kids on that night?" Jose Chung asks. "How the hell should I know?" Mulder responds petulantly. At this, Jose Chung stands and tells Mulder to get out. He's on a deadline. I know that drill. Well, except for without the part where I have to tell David Duchovny to leave me alone so I can get some work done. Mark Snow cues up the Sad Piano of Kicking Out a Hottie So As to Make a Deadline.