Skinman's office. Haskill's been called on the carpet for some threatening letters he sent to Mulder a while ago as the president of some fringe UFO group. Haskill makes an "oh, those" face, like there are all kinds of things the FBI could be pissed at him about. Skinner, Doggett, and Scully are all standing around the seated Haskill, looked pissed in varying degrees. Skinner spits that Haskill also wrote threatening letters to his wife's doctors, especially to one Dr. Lev. Doggett tosses out that there's no proof that Anne and Haskill were ever actually married. He adds that Lev is a serious doctor, well known for his research involving birth defects, and highly respected. Skinner reminds Haskill grimly that it's a crime to threaten someone. It is? Man, I'm screwed. Chris Carter's going to have my ass thrown in jail. I really don't want to go to jail, people. Promise me you'll bake a file into a cake and break me out, please? Although, maybe if I can share a cell with that hot, evil Ryan O'Reilly from Oz…ahem.
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.