Speaking of Moronica, the elevator discharges her on the basement floor with a cheerful "ding!" Her hair looks horrid. What's with all those layers? She looks like she fell headfirst into a wood chipper. In the LBO, Doggett is yelling into the phone. "I don't care what it shows! It's wrong! I was there, we got the right guy!" he hollers. "An X-File?" Moronica mouths. Doggett shakes his head and hands her a newspaper. The headline reads, "DNA Clears Screwdriver Killer." Doggett hangs up the phone, grousing that the "jackoff" Assistant District Attorney on the other end of the line was "probably in ninth grade when this happened." Moronica's all, "What is up with you?" Doggett runs down his sad tale, telling her that he caught this serial killer many moons ago when he was a beat cop, and now they're letting the guy out of jail. He thinks it's a "lab mistake." Moronica watches as Doggett gets all emotional, saying that he can still remember the sound of blood squishing under his shoes. "And [Meat Loaf's] just standing there!" he says. Moronica non-helpfully points out that Doggett didn't technically catch Meat Loaf in the act. Doggett grouses that they were close enough.

Enter Scully. She looks like she slept in her white shirt and then threw one of Mulder's sports coats on. "Tell me you got good news," Doggett says. Scully shrugs and tells him that she's been through the ME's report a million times, and she hates to tell him, but the DNA fingerprinting does exonerate Meat Loaf. Doggett looks weary and perturbed and asks her to run the lab reports herself, again. There's something wrong with Gillian Anderson's eye in this scene. It looks like a healing black eye; a little swollen and slightly bruised. I assume she banged her face on something. I once gave myself a black eye when I accidentally smacked myself with my seatbelt. And that so sounded like a story someone on ER would fabricate right before George Clooney figures out the truth and slams the wife-beating sleezebag of the week up against a brick wall and insults his manhood. ["Clooney, back in the day. Now? Viiiiiiiiiiisnjiiiiiiiiiiic. Mmm." -- Wing Chun] But no. I'm just klutzy. Hey, maybe it's a directorial choice: William can't control his telekinetic powers quite yet, and occasionally the item he's moving with his mind (his bottle, his blankie, the large metal chuck from the spaceship that came to take him back to the planet Zarblon) hits his mother in the eye. Anyway. Scully dully tells Doggett to give her forty-eight hours. He nods, and heads out the door. "Where are you going?" Moronica asks. "New York," he says. Moronica and Scully both stare at him. "Look, I get it," Doggett says from the doorway. "Enough people tell you you're drunk, it's time to lay [sic] down. But I know what I know. And I could really use your help." The girls look at each other like, "What the hell." Don't these people have work to do?