...the hospital. You guys? Confession time. I think I might not hate Moronica anymore. I mean, I still think that Annabeth Gish is the weak link as far as the acting on this show goes, and I really, really hate how slowly she talks, and I will never forgive the whale songs, ever, but I do like the fact that Scully finally has a real friend. I almost want to start calling her Monica. (I'm never going to call her Reyes.) Almost. Provisionally. Perhaps temporarily. I don't know. Anyway. The girls creep into Buck's room and stare at him lying in the bed, all respirator-y and whatnot. Scully looks at his life-support stuff, which beeps back at her. She takes the Piece of Spaceship (PoS) out of her leather jacket and holds it over Buck. His body starts to shake, his vitals perk up, and he suddenly reaches out and grabs her hand. "Oh my God, let go of my hand," Scully hisses. He doesn't. Scully tells Moronica to turn off his monitors, in order to alert someone to come in and save them. Moronica does, and Buck lets go of Scully's hand.
Scully reaches over and extubates him. Buck heaves. Scully leans right into his face. "Now, tell me who sent you to kill my son," she spits, "or I will take that pillow from under your head and make these the last breaths that you take." The Piano of Jesus is Dope, Yo (I actually saw a show titled Jesus is Dope, Yo on one of my friend Dave's many, many cable TV channels. Seriously, it's even better than you think) tinkles in the background. "Your son has to die," Buck says for the eight millionth time. Scully just cracks, and reaches out and starts choking the hell out of him. Moronica finally peels Scully off him, and Buck coughs that he's not "what [Scully thinks]." She raises a brow. "Please, please," Buck says. "The FBI sent me under cover on a man named [Ross]," he explains ungrammatically, "to get inside his cult, whose followers believe an alien race will rule the world. One day, God told [Ross] to lead us a thousand miles north to find a ship buried in the ground. You have a piece of that ship in your hand." Scully looks at the PoS. "[Ross] believes that that ship is a temple which houses the physical manifestation of God," Buck finishes. Scully glares. "Are you saying that God asked you to kill my child?" she asks. Buck coughs. "No," he tells her. "[Ross] said that God spoke to him of a miracle child. A future savior. Coveted by forces of good and evil. [Ross] believes that your son is this child." Scully stares down at Buck. Moronica's mouth is wide open. "Why does he want to kill him?" Scully asks. "He doesn't," Buck explains. "He wants to protect him. [Ross] believes your son will follow in his father's path and try to stop the aliens' return. Unless his father is to be killed. That is the prophecy." That's a complicated prophecy, yo. "You came here to kill her son against this man and his cult," Moronica explains. Slowly, for those of us keeping score at home. "To stop them? Are you saying you believe this prophecy and acted alone?" she asks. Buck says nothing. Scully breathes that Mulder must be dead. For real this time. No, really. No, really. Seriously. This time, really. Really. "That that's true. That they killed him to fulfill this prophecy," she says, weepily. "And that your son must die too. Or everyone, all of mankind, will perish from earth," Buck says. Huh? Wait. What? Okay. Let me think about this. If Mulder lives, William will fight the aliens. If Mulder dies, and William doesn't, then all of mankind will perish from the earth? Is that right? "Please," Buck begs. "Please, let me. Please." He wants the PoS.