Anyway. Scully crosses her arms and sighs deeply. Haskill looks at her hopefully and asks if she believes him. Eyebrow. Skinman leans over and informs Haskill that he'd better lay off the threats, or he'll find himself in deep shit with the Feds. Haskill spits that "they took everything from me!" as he flings himself out of his chair. Scully looks vaguely sympathetic, as Haskill flails his arms about and hollers that "there are other women out there, just like [Anne]." He gives Scully a piercing and meaningful glance, and stomps out of the room. The three agents give each other thoughtful looks.
Away from the agents and in the safety of the elevator, Haskill whips out the old cell phone and Nokias Zeus Genetics, and his old buddy, Dr. Lev, who was also, interestingly, the doctor with Miss Hendershot. Haskill tells Lev that the FBI called him back to poke holes in his story. Actually, it was to threaten him, but whatever. Bygones. Lev is not surprised. "We risk losing Hendershot," Haskill says. "Then it's time to let her go," Lev says. He hangs up and looks down at this work: yet another alien fetus on table. The Violins of Conspiracy blare disconcertingly. You know, I'm having a thought here, and it's probably wrong, but go with me. I think it's entirely possible that the people at Zeus Genetics -- including Scully's doctor -- are actually not bad. I think they may be trying to save these women, and are working against the Colonization efforts, and are studying the alien fetuses to figure out some way to, like, make them not aliens. Or something. You know, treating the alien-ness as one big-ass birth defect. Okay, it all kind of fell apart there at the end, but you get my drift, right? They're not bad doctors. They're actually good. But Chris Carter is cleverly making them look bad. Just a thought.
Scully's Apartment of Single Motherhood. Scully doesn't seem to know what to do with herself once she gets home from work anymore. Dana: sit down. Take a load off! Read InStyle. Watch a little telly. Get your mind off the alien baby that's currently living off your vital organs. Instead, she stands in the foyer and feels her baby bulge some more. She could do that on the sofa, too, you know. We flash back. There's knock at the door; Scully opens it to reveal Mulder, smiling goofily at her. She lets him inside, and offers to take his coat. He tells her that he has to get back to the office. They look at each other awkwardly. "Obviously, you've had some time to think about my request," Scully begins apprehensively. "It's not something I get asked to do every day," Mulder stutters. Scully closes her eyes, willing his rejection to go a little more quickly than it's starting out, so she can herd him out of her apartment and start to cry in private. "But I'm absolutely flattered. No, honestly," Mulder says awkwardly. Scully looks deeply embarrassed. "If you're trying to politely say no, it's okay, I understand," she sighs. Mulder yammers that he wouldn't want this to come between them, as weird as that sounds.