Mulder's saved from having to answer that question, saved, saved by the bell. There's a fire in the communications room, and fire alarms go off all over the ship. Doggett and Mulder race, all manfully, into the fiery inferno. Mulder goes crazy with the fire extinguisher, as Doggett runs off to find his a fire extinguisher of his very own. No one else on the rig seems to care that they're all about to go up in flames. Just as Doggett is about to zip off to help Mulder with his newly discovered fire extinguisher, Not Curly bashes him on the head with yet another fire extinguisher. He falls to the ground in a pile. Dude, someone got knocked out with a fire extinguisher just last week. Whatever happened to crowbars and lead pipes?
It's, like, the middle of the night and Scully is still in the autopsy room. What happened to the bed rest, which is so totally the prescription when you have a partial abruption? Enter Kersh, dragging a kilo of Melodrama behind him in a little red wagon. He wants to know why Curly's body isn't well on its way back to Mexico. Scully stammers that she doesn't know. Enter Skinner, who's probably been camped out in the hallway, waiting to have to go in and rescue poor Scully. "I obviously haven't been able to rely on those whose jobs it is[sic] to keep me apprised and informed," Kersh grits, slowly. In the background, Skinner totally rolls his eyes. Scully blinks. "Why doesn't someone make me privy to who the hell gave the order to shut down that rig?" Kersh is dripping with contempt. Just dripping. "I did," Skinner pipes up. Kersh gives him the dirtiest of dirty looks. "Well, I'm giving this order," he says. "This quarentine is lifted." Skinner and Scully exchange pained looks. Scully points out that they can't tell the crew that; all radio contact has been cut off. As soon as it's repaired, Kersh wants that rig up and running, and the entire crew off it and de-freaking-briefed. "Sir, I think that's a mist-" Scully begins. "I think it'd be a mistake not to, Agent Scully. And you're running out of mistakes. Both you, and the Assistant Director." More pained looks. Kersh starts to go, twirling his handlebar mustache, but then turns back. He shoots the two of them a steely glare. "If I didn't know better, I'd say this was a Mulder stunt," he spits, and takes off. Disgusted look. Pained glance. Sigh. Dude, where does Kersh think Mulder actually is? I'd imagine that Kersh would want him in the office right next to his, filing or pushing paper or something, just so he could keep an eye on him.