Vietnam Memorial. 2:35 AM. Offscreen, Mulder questions a man with a thick Russian accent about...some kind of alien-type thing. I don't know. The guy is really hard to understand and his story isn't all that important in the grand scheme of things. I mean, as far as this episode goes. Okay, even as far as this show goes. I mean, apparently. The aliens don't even know what they're supposed to be doing, you know? The camera is focused on Scully, who looks profoundly miserable. And just think how much worse things are going to get! I mean, forget the horror of the eighth and ninth seasons. In the episode that originally aired after this one, for example, the poor thing finds out that she's got cancer. From a dude who can regenerate his own head (and who, ironically, later becomes the only doctor on ER that I don't want to smack with a nine-iron)! She has no idea, the poor baby. I mean, she has the alien abduction/dead sister thing out of the way, but she's still got cancer, Mulder drilling holes in his skull, Mulder going crazy, Mulder dying, Mulder dying, Mulder dying, Mulder dying, Mulder being abducted, Diana Fowley, whale songs, giving her SortofAlienIGuessHe'sAMiracleButHe'sGoneSoWhoCaresBaby up for adoption, and the end of the world left on her plate. All that, and they've still got her in taupe pantsuits. Man, life is cruel. Anyway. She wanders away from the interrogation and looks at the Memorial. The Sad Piano of Scully, Seriously? Suicide Might Not Be Such a Bad Idea, In Light of What's Going to Happen to You Later (Just Kidding, Kids: Suicide Is Never the Answer) plays in the background. Scully reads all the names, then looks down at a note propped against the wall, framed by roses and a toy hot rod. "Hey, brother. Twenty years later. I still miss you. We know what you did was right," it says. Scully reaches out and takes a half-dead petal from one of the flowers. She rubs it between her fingers.
Elsewhere, later, Ed Jerse is at work, trying to sell stock to people over the telephone. He looks very hungover and, basically, totally miserable. Man, there's nothing worse than being hungover at the office. Because, unlike having the flu, being hungover is generally all your own fault. The last time I was really, really hungover was December 31st, 1999. Yeah, I tied one on on the 30th, but good. I couldn't even drink on New Year's Eve. I remember waking up the next morning and being convinced that I was literally going to die. Ed looks like I felt that morning. Except more like a dude. Also, hotter. The woman he has on the line seems pretty distracted -- her kids are yelling in the background. Ed doggedly keeps at it, yammering about some stem-cell stock. "Loser," Jodie Foster's voice coos in the middle of his spiel. Ed stops and looks around. "Yes?" asks the woman on the line. "What did you say?" Ed asks her. She distractedly reminds him that he was talking. "Before that? What did you say?" Ed asks her. The woman has no idea what he's talking about. Jodie bursts into hysterical laughter. Ed frantically looks around the office. He drops the phone and looks up and over the sides of his cube. Jodie just keeps laughing. Ed tears though the office and into a nearby cube. "Say it to my face. Right to my face. Now that I'm in front of you, call me a loser to face!" he yells at a young, dark-haired woman who's helping another woman (who, amusingly, actually looks very much like Jodie Foster. Is that Jodie Foster? I don't know. It looks like her. Anyway). "Trash her desk," Jodie Foster growls. On cue, Ed sweeps everything off the woman's desk. Other office members pour into his cube to investigate. Why doesn't anything fun and interesting like this ever happen at my office? Here at TWoP Towers, we just sit around and throw Cheetos at each other. Occasionally, we wrestle. An Asian woman storms into the office and tells Ed to go home. "We'll discuss this later," she tells him.