When Doggett finally finds Not Curly, of course, he's all irradiated and dead. "He coming?" Mulder asks. Doggett waits a beat. "No," he says. They run off toward the sound of the helicopters in the background.

Mulder and Doggett race through the expensive set, which is bursting into flames all over the place. "They're going to blow the rig," Mulder explains unnecessarily, and, indeed, they are. "Let's go," Doggett says. And so our heroes run. They run and run. Things are bursting into flames. Running. Flaming. Running. Finally, the men arrive at the very edge of the rig, where a helicopter hovers over the ocean. All the crazy workers are watching them. Flames, flames are everywhere. Shaking. Flames. Shaking. Flames. Shaking. Doggett wonders how the hell they're getting off the rig. The helicopter pulls up right in front of them, as the pilot gestures for them to jump, like, fifty feet into the ocean, like, that's practical. "He wants us to jump," Mulder says. "I'm in charge here," Doggett reminds him. "On the two count." Milder smirks slightly. "How about a twenty count?" he asks. One, two, and they leap off the edge of the platform and into the worst green-screen falling effect ever. It looked fine -- impressive, even -- until they had a close shot on Patrick and Duchovny making fake scream-y fall-y faces. Stick to the actual stuntmen, 1013, because that part was, dare I say it, even sort of cool. Despite the fact that it would be hard for either of them to survive a jump like that without at least some broken bones, and that it would take a while for the chopper to fish them out of the water, and that they couldn't jump far away enough from the rig to avoid being hit with debris at the least, and engulfed by oily flames at the worst, Mulder and Doggett must have survived and been really, really swiftly scooped out of the water, because the helicopter immediately motors away as the rig blows, spectacularly.