We wanted... to believe.
We wanted to call out.
On August 20 and September 5, 1977,
two spacecraft were launched
from the Kennedy Space Flight Center, Florida.
They were called Voyager.
Each one carries a message.
I send greetings on behalf
of the people of our planet.
We step out of our solar system into the universe, seeking...
A gold-plated record depicting images, music
and sounds of our planet,
arranged so that it may be understood if ever intercepted
by a technologically mature extraterrestrial civilization.
Hello from the children of Planet Earth.
13 years after its launch,
Voyager 1 passed the orbital plane of Neptune
and essentially left our solar system.
Within that time, there were no further messages sent.
Nor are any planned.
We wanted to listen.
On October 12, 1992,
NASA initiated the High Resolution Microwave Survey.
A decade-long search by radio telescopes
scanning ten million frequencies
for any transmission by extraterrestrial intelligence.
Less than one year later,
first-term Nevada senator Richard Bryan
successfully championed an amendment
which terminated the project.
I wanted to believe,
but the tools had been taken away.
The X Files have been shut down.
They closed our eyes.
Our voices have been silenced,
our ears now deaf to the realms of extreme possibilities.
I send greetings on behalf
of the people of our planet.
We step out of our solar system and into the universe
seeking only peace and friendship...
Cecil and me-- we went over to that one strip joint.
Yeah? You treat yourself?
Oh, man, let me tell you.
You know that one Tuesday?
Wait, wait, you went on Tuesday?
No. No.
That's the stripper's name-- Tuesday.
Oh, yeah, I know her.
Anyway, she's on stage dancing to that Offspring song
"Come Out and Play." Nice touch.
Very hot. Keep going.
So I'm tipping her big-- no ones, five spots.
I'm laying them down on the rail-- boom, boom, boom.
You like it?
By the end of the song, I had, like, $40
laid out on the rail.
It's not a long song, is it?
It is advantageous to begin an autopsy
with removal of the cranium.
The cranium is opened with a horizontal division
an inch above the eyebrow ridges.
Something wrong?
What this man imagined...
his dreams...
who he loved, saw, heard, remembered...
what he feared...
somehow it's... all locked
in this small mass of tissue and fluid.
Are you okay, Agent Scully?
You kind of sounded a little spooky.
Good afternoon, Agent Mulder.
Four dollars for the first hour of parking
is criminal.
What you got better be worth at least 45 minutes.
You know, Mulder, from...
from back there, you look like him.
Him?
Deep Throat.
He's dead, Scully.
I attended his funeral at Arlington
through eight-power binoculars
from 1,000 yards away.
Now, the picture frame was turned down; you wanted to talk.
What have you found?
I wanted to talk, but I haven't found anything.
It's dangerous for us
just to have a little chat, Scully.
We must assume we're being watched.
Mulder, I haven't seen any indication...
No, no, of course not.
These people are the best.
I've taken all of the necessary precautions.
I have doubled back over my tracks
to make sure that I haven't been followed,
and no one has ever followed me.
The X Files have been terminated, Mulder.
We have been reassigned.
What makes you think they care about us anymore anyway?
So why have you bothered to come here covertly?
Because I realize that it was
the only way that you would see me.
So what do you want?
To know that you're all right.
Mulder, you passed me today
within a foot, but you were miles away.
They've got me on electronic surveillance.
White-bread cases,
bank fraud,
insurance fraud, health-care swindles.
Mulder, I know that you feel... frustrated,
that without the Bureau's resources,
it's impossible for you to continue...
No... Well, what then?
When the Bureau first shut us down,
you said that you would go on
for as long as the truth was out there.
But I no longer feel that from you.
Have you ever been to San Diego?
Yeah.
Did you check out the Palomar Observatory?
No.
From 1948 until recently,
it was the largest telescope in the world.
The idea and design came from a brilliant
and wealthy astronomer named George Ellery Hale.
Actually, the idea was presented to Hale one night
while he was playing billiards.
An elf climbed in his window and told him to get money
from the Rockefeller Foundation for a telescope.
And you're worried that all your life
you've been seeing elves?
In my case...
little green men.
But, Mulder, during your time with the X Files,
you've seen so much.
Well, that's just the point.
Seeing is not enough.
I should have something to hold onto.
Some solid evidence.
I learned that from you.
Your sister's abduction.
You've held onto that.
I'm beginning to wonder if...
if that ever even happened.
Mulder, even if George Hale only saw elves in his mind,
the telescope still got built.
Don't give up.
And next time...
we meet out in the open.
...she had erased a conversation
between President Nixon and H.R. Haldeman
while transcribing the subpoenaed tape.
Woods testified that she erased only about five minutes
of the conversation,
but the tape contained an 18-minute gap.
Under investigation...
Scout.
...H.R. Haldeman reiterated the White House explanation
that Rosemary Woods...
Do we have to watch this, Fox?
Leave it. I'm watching The Magician at 9:00.
Mom and Dad said I could watch the movie, butt-munch.
They're next door at the Galbrands,
and they said I'm in charge.
Hey, get out of my life!
I'm watching The Magician.
Now, look.
The fuse is blown.
Fox.
Samantha!
Samantha! Samantha!
No!
We're going to the Hill.
Senator Matheson!
Do you know this, Fox?
It's Bach.
Brandenburg Concerto Number Three.
Two.
Good thing it wasn't a Double Jeopardy question.
Do you know the significance of this piece?
Well, uh...
recalling music appreciation with Professor Ganz,
Bach had a genius for polyphonic...
This is the first selection of music
on the Voyager spacecraft.
The first.
Four and a half billion years from now,
when the sun exhausts its fuel and swells to engulf the Earth,
this expression will still be out there,
traveling four and a half billion years.
That is, if it's not intercepted first.
Imagine, Fox.
If another civilization out there were to hear this,
they would think
what a wonderful place the Earth must be.
I would want this to be the first contact
with another life-form.
I know I've let you down.
You've supported me at great risk to your reputation.
And I realize that when they shut us down,
there was nothing you could do.
All I can say is I think we were close.
To what?
I don't know.
What?
Do you like Bach, Mulder?
I live for Bach.
Then let's hear it again.
I take it you're familiar
with the High Resolution Microwave Survey?
The search for extraterrestrial radio signals.
They shut it down.
You have to get to the radio telescope
at Arecibo, Puerto Rico.
I'll try to delay them as long as I can,
but my guess is you'll have at least 24 hours.
After that, I can no longer hold off
the Blue Beret UFO Retrieval Team.
And they have been authorized
to display terminal force.
What am I looking for?
Contact.
When did you last see Agent Mulder?
Yesterday.
Where?
In the bullpen hallway.
Did you speak with him?
No. Is he in some kind of trouble?
Agent Mulder failed to appear at his assignment this morning.
His, uh... his whereabouts are unknown.
Sir, I'll volunteer my time to assist in any search.
No, Agent Scully, the Bureau can handle...
She doesn't know where he is.
How can you be so sure?
Because if she knew, she wouldn't be
so worried about him.
I don't smoke.
She'll find him.
Gracias.
No trace evidence immediately apparent
around the exterior of the control room,
which is locked with chains.
Power has been turned off.
Although, the control panel lights are still on.
The room is about 30 by 15.
I see no signs of any recent occupation.
There's quite an odor of mildew in the air-- the air is stale.
If anyone's been here recently, I see no indications.
Mulder, you hounded me to have lunch with you today,
and then you don't show.
You're a pig.
Galactic latitude?
May I ask what you're doing here,
Agent Scully?
Are you following me?
Agent Mulder's residence is under surveillance.
Please explain why you're here.
I was told by the assistant director
that Mulder was gone.
So?
So, whenever he's away, I feed his fish.
What the hell is this?
Looks like a self-test the computer does.
Damn.
Just dump it in the tank.
That would be bad for the fish.
!¡Ai! !¡Ai! !¡No me lastime!
Who are you?! Who are you?!
!¡No me lastime! What are you doing here?!
Yo tengo mucho miedo.
That's all right. Settle down.
Tenemos que irnos.
¿Hablo ingles?
Name?
¿Nombre?
Jorge...
Me llamo Jorge Concepcion.
Jorge, why are you so afraid?
What have you seen?
Luces en el cielo.
Rojo, azul, anaranjado.
Pense que una avioneta
habia entrado de los arboles.
Pero cuando llegue
vi hombres...
como animales...
pero no hombres.
Me agarraron y me pusieron aqui.
!¡Todavia estan en el bosque!
Jorge, no comprende.
Did you say "men"?
¿Hombres?
Looks like the Wow! signal.
The Wow! signal?
Ohio State has a radio telescope
that conducts electronic searches
for extraterrestrial intelligence.
In August 1977,
my buddy, Jerry Ehman, found a transmission
on the printout like this.
He was so excited, he wrote "Wow!" in the margins.
What was there?
A signal 30 times stronger than galactic background noise.
It came through on the 21-centimeter frequency,
which no satellite transmitters are allowed to use.
The signal was intermittent, like Morse code.
And more importantly, the signal seemed
to turn itself on while in the telescope's beam.
The Wow! signal is
the best evidence of extraterrestrial intelligence.
But this... this is better.
Where did you get this?
Maybe you can tell me.
Is that from Ohio State?
Can't tell.
There are a few
nickel-and-dime SETI projects around.
U.C. Berkeley has one.
The Planetary Society has one at Harvard and in Argentina.
NASA was working out of Goldstone in California
and Arecibo in Puerto Rico.
Mulder.
This signal from 0630 Tuesday.
The narrow band
and exact matching of the antenna pattern
indicates that it originated from beyond lunar distance.
But the same message is trans...
No! Jorge, don't touch
that red button.
Noho on the rojo.
Thanks.
The same message is transmitted
four hours later
on a wide band,
which puts its point of origin very close--
just miles away from...
I send greetings on behalf
of the people of our planet.
!¡Son ellos! !¡Han regresaron!
It's just a tape machine, Jorge.
!¡Vamanos inmediatamente!
!¡Por favor!
Where we gonna go? There's a storm outside.
You can't be afraid, Jorge.
Don't be afraid.
You can't be afraid.
Jorge!
Passengers holding tickets,
please proceed immediately to gate number 16.
Attention, please.
This is a gate change announcement.
Flight 236 arriving from Boston
will now be arriving at gate number seven.
This is a gate change only.
Hello. This is Fox Mulder.
Leave a message, please.
At the tone, Eastern Daylight Time will be...
5:47 and 40 seconds.
Attention, all passengers.
Flight 235 to Atlanta is now boarding at gate number two.
Relax. We know where she's going-- St. Croix.
Caribbean Air Flight 519.
Takes off at five after 7:00.
Gate's in the other terminal.
I'd like a ticket on the 6:30 flight to San Juan.
The day is...
The time is 10:30.
Although not a qualified pathologist,
I will record my observations of the body,
in case at some future time
decomposition should obscure forensic evidence.
The subject-- perhaps victim--
is Hispanic male, undetermined age.
There are no overt external injuries apparent.
There are no indications of any lightning strikes--
no singeing of the hair or burns of any kind.
There are no...
there are no puncture wounds due to needles or probes
commonly associated with cases of alien abduction.
The subject was discovered in sitting position.
Rigor mortis having set in--
a little less than half an hour had elapsed.
The skin is strikingly affected by goose flesh.
The body shows signs of intense cadaveric spasm.
The expression reflects...
My God, Scully.
It's as if he's been frightened to death.
Again, Scully, nothing but evidence,
and again, no evidence at all.
The printouts of receipt and transmission
indicate contact with another life-form,
and yet I cannot see them.
Even if I could see them, would they really be there?
How do I know this isn't some classified military satellite?
These transmissions are from the Voyager, for God's sake.
Could extraterrestrials really have intercepted them?
Or is this just some elaborate joke
played on those who want to believe?
I was sent here by one of those people.
Deep Throat said trust no one,
and that's hard, Scully--
suspecting everyone, everything.
It wears you down.
You even begin to doubt what you know is the truth.
Before, I could only trust myself.
Now I can only trust you.
And they've taken you away from me.
My life up to this point
has been about the need to see her again.
To see them.
But what would I do if they really came?
Deep Throat said trust no one.
I was sent here by one of those people.
Deep Throat said trust no one.
Trust no one.
No!
I was sure you were dead.
Mulder?
It's Scully.
Dana Scully.
Do you know where you are?
They came, Scully.
The ones that took her.
They were here.
Here?
Or here?
On the tapes.
The tape. Evidence.
Proof.
And transmissions, it's all here.
Proof of what?
Contact.
And these printouts...
it's here.
And the man.
We'll have to examine the body.
There will be more proof.
Is that them?
No, this isn't it.
It's the Blue Beret Crash Retrieval Team.
They'll kill us. Help me with the body.
We don't have time.
Help me! Mulder, we're never
gonna be able to get the body
out of the country.
Mulder, we have to go.
Evidence is worthless if you're dead.
Let's go!
Hold your fire!
Get this truck
to the bottom of the hill! Yes, sir!
Move! Come on! Move!
Mulder...
Damn it.
You left your offsite setup.
Another brick agent had to cover your ass.
The entire surveillance--
all the months of work on the case, gone.
Just like you, gone.
This has four-bagger all over it, Mulder--
censure, transfer,
suspension, probation.
I understand that leaving my assignment
warrants disciplinary action,
and I'm willing to accept those measures.
But?
But I had enough on that surveillance
to arrest those suspects after three days.
I could have nailed them on 40 counts of bank fraud.
But you left me there.
I'm surprised you even noticed I was gone.
Let alone wiretap my phone--
an illegal procedure without a court order.
Your time is over.
And you leave with nothing.
Get out.
I said get the hell out.
Report back to your assignment.
A minute ago, I was a four-bagger.
Do you want me to make the arrests?
I think we need more to go on.
Continue the surveillance.
It should be right here.
The entire tape is blank.
You know, an electrical surge in the outlet during the storm
may have degaussed everything, erasing the entire tape.
You still have nothing.
I may not have the X Files, Scully,
but I still have my work.
And I still have you.
And I still have myself.
Well, what's the difference between
a lap dance and a table dance?
A lap dance, they're all over you.
A lap dance cost what?
All right, all right.
Tell me the best spot? Where?
Paramount. But you got to spend money.
I'm there.
Wednesday.
She dancing?
No, we'll go Wednesday.
That's amateur night.
Amateurs, huh? Nice touch.
They're not really amateurs, but there are some differences.
Sure, sure.
If you don't mind spending a little money.
The girls are all over you.