5:41 AM. Doggett, still on stakeout, looks at his watch and then at Moronica, who's sleeping in the seat next to him. He looks up in time to see Mr. Mallory leave the Super-Secret Surveillance Bunker, get in his car, and drive off. Doggett pokes Moronica. She blinks. They give chase.
Scully Household. Mallory is lying on the sofa, wide awake and staring at the ceiling. In the bedroom, Scully sleeps, fully dressed. Mallory creeps off the sofa and peers into Scully's room. Satisfied that her host is asleep, she goes back into the living room and turns off the baby monitor. Hold the phone: Scully left William alone in the living room with a TOTAL STRANGER? OVERNIGHT? She couldn't even move the bassinet into her own room? Oh my God, who is this woman? If anyone should know that you're never totally safe in your own home, it ought to be Dana "My Sister Got Shot In the Head In My Apartment" Scully. As Mallory moves to pick up the baby, Scully's cell phone buzzes. She answers sleepily. It's Doggett. "You awake?" he asks. She mumbles that she just laid down and shut her eyes for a second. Fully clothed. I've so done that. I did that this morning. Doggett tells her that he and Moronica have tailed a guy onto her street -- a guy they bet isn't supposed to be there. And he's just entered her building. Scully half sits up, the blanket falling away from her suit. In the living room, William gurgles. Scully looks stricken, per usual.
Scully comes out of her bedroom, gun drawn. "Put him down. Now," she orders. "Oh my God!" Mallory squeals. "Put my baby down now," Scully reiterates. Mallory does, haltingly, as the front door knob turns behind her. Cue the Tense Music of Impending Horrible Doom.
But no! Out in the hallway, Doggett tackles Mr. Mallory, slamming him against the wall! Then throwing him roughly to the ground! And then he cuffs him! Finally, Moronica turns the corner behind him. She doesn't run very fast, does she? Maybe she was distracted by something shiny on the way into Scully's building.
In the apartment, Scully is still training her firearm on Mallory. Moronica opens the door, asking Scully whether she knows the man Doggett's caught. Scully shakes her head. Doggett didn't think so, since Mr. Mallory was trying to pick her lock. Dude, my friends pick my front-door lock all the time. And for some reason, that sounds really, really dirty.
So they show Mr. Mallory inside Scully's apartment and sit him down on the sofa next to his slobbery-faced wife. He's not at liberty to reveal whom he works for, he tells them, but he and Mallory are, indeed, married. "You staged this, didn't you? Arguing on the street? Everything," Scully finally figures out. Remember when she was smart? Ah, good times. "It's a con job," she continues. "What are you after? My baby?" Somebody give this girl a prize! Mallory snuffles that she just wants to protect William. "That's enough," Doggett gruffs. Scully's doing that teary-eyed slack-jaw thing again, and while you all know that I think Gillian Anderson is bee-you-ti-ful, this expression is just not all that attractive. Mr. Mallory tells his wife to shut the hell up. Mallory snuffs that he swore the Feds could help them. "What the hell is going on here?" Doggett asks. Then, for no discernible reason, there's this high-larious "booooooooing!" sound on the soundtrack. Seriously, am I on drugs right now? What the hell was that? "They're watching," Mr. Mallory says. No, they're not. Have you seen the ratings recently? "They're watching?" Scully parrots, then turns and closes the blinds. Like they don't have you bugged, baby. Those blinds don't make a damn bit of difference, I'm sure. "You got something to say? Say it," she demands. Mr. Mallory explains that he works for the National Security Agency. And that he doesn't "exist as a citizen," and neither does anyone he works with. He was coming to get his wife, he says, "and stop this very event." See, it turns out their daughter, Joy, is "different." Like William. Mallory sniffles. There's snot running down her face. Scully goes even more slack-jawed.