Outside the pueblo, Moronica and Doggett's helicopter touches down and the two agents spill out. They're crossing the sand when another car pulls up -- a black SUV. "Who the hell is that?" Doggett wonders. Why, it's Noel Rooooooaoooaaar, all in black and looking irritated as hell. Moronica shoots Doggett an intensely nervous look.
Inside the pueblo, CSM lights another cancer stick. "Which leads me to tell you what Mulder's afraid to, Agent Scully," he says. "Come on, let's go," Mulder says quickly. Scully hesitates. "It's a scary story," CSM coos to her. "You want to come sit on my lap?" Heh. Mulder shoots him a dirty look. "You don't scare me," Scully spits. CSM smiles, telling her that his story "has scared every president since Truman in '47." Mulder snaps that Scully doesn't have to hear this. "No, I want to hear it, Mulder," she finally says. CSM settles back in his chair. "Ten centuries ago, the Mayans were so afraid that their calendar stopped on the exact date my story begins," he says. Mulder sighs and crosses his arms tightly and looks about ready to burst into tears. Scully just listens calmly. "December 22, the year 2012," CSM announces. "The date of the final alien invasion." He smiles. "Mulder can confirm the date. He saw it at Mount Weather, where our own secret government will be hiding when it all comes down." Scully glances over at Mulder. He doesn't look at her. CSM chuckles. "Yeah, you smile, feeling drunk with power. The power to do nothing," Mulder snarls. "My power comes from telling you, seeing your powerlessness, hearing it," CSM oozes. "They wanted to kill you, Fox. I protected you all these years, waiting for this moment. To see you broken. Afraid." Mulder says nothing. He just stares at his father. "Now, you can die," CSM says.