When the coast is clear, Mulder pokes his head out from behind the corner and heads in the opposite direction. He only manages to evade the Nazis for a moment, and then they're after him again. More running. More yelling in German. More trying to avoid the Nazis. Which is, really, a good basic rule for any time-traveler. I would also try to avoid the Visigoths, the Bubonic plague, and ending up as a member of the Russian royal family, circa 1918. The Nazis rattle down the corridor and past Mulder, who has once again ducked around a corner. He slips through a curtain and into a ballroom, where a woman is singing "Jeepers Creepers" and people are dancing, despite the fact that the Nazis have just boarded their luxury liner/wartime transport. Stiff upper lip and all, I guess. Mulder walks slowly through the ballroom, as people shoot him incredibly dirty looks. Because of the Nazi outfit, you know. He walks right up to the bandstand, looking around. The singer winks at him, as a couple waltzes right into him. It's an old dude and...well, Scully, dressed in a fabulous deep red dress, her hair all finger-curled up. "Excuse me," RetroScully spits coldly. Mulder grabs her arm. "Scully!" he cries. She gives him the eyebrow of all time. Hee. See what I did there, with the "time" and the time travel and...anyway. "I suggest you get your Nazi paws off me before you get one in the kisser," she says, shirtily. "No, it's me, Mulder," he says, lifting up his hat. "Oh, you speak English, do you?" RetroScully asks, shaking her fist in his face. "Well, how'd you like to see the stars in the American flag?" Mulder shakes his head and reiterates that he's not a Nazi. "Oh, sure, you just look like one, right?" Scully snarks, turning back to her old-man partner. "I had to steal this uniform! Scully!" Mulder calls, touching her bare back as her partner dances her away. She throws him one last dirty look.
There's loud, German yelling in the background. The singer stops her crooning to point the finger at Mulder. "Here is de man!" she yells in a German accent, waving her finger in the air and then rattling off a long spate of German. Yeah, I don't know. One of the Nazis fires a warning shot into the air and then comes through the cowed crowd toward Mulder. The Nazi rips off Mulder's cap and spits an order in German. "He said, 'put your hands up,'" RetroScully disdainfully translates. "See? I told you," Mulder hisses at her. The Nazis shove him to his knees. RetroScully looks down at him thoughtfully as the music starts up again and her partner swings her away. She shrugs. The Nazis drag Mulder out of the ballroom. "Yeah, you're all fighting mad now, but wait until you get to Russia! I hope you fellows like the cold!" Mulder yells as he's hauled out. One of the Nazis eventually smacks him upside the head to shut him up.