...rocked Northwestern New Mexico
this morning.
Centered somewhere under the desert,
the 5.6 temblor was felt
as far away south as Corona and Roswell.
Where are you going? Riding.
I'll be back in a few hours.
Eric.
Leave the snakes alone today.
They'll be angry...
and afraid.
I found something.
You better come see.
Robert, come home right now!
Let's go.
What do you think it is?
I don't know.
What did he say?
He said, "It should be returned.
They will be coming."
Oh, you bitch!
Beautiful!
Yes?
Yeah.
Good.
Gentlemen...
that was the phone call I never wanted to get.
Take the bedroom!
Clear!
What are you doing here?
Can we talk inside?
I'm not feeling well.
I didn't sleep last night.
Really not in the mood for the Three Stooges.
I don't think we've been followed.
Who would follow you?
A multinational black ops unit--
code named Garnet.
Trained killers, School of the Americas alumni.
You boys been defacing library books again?
They don't want us.
They want him.
"Kenneth Soona." We think that's his real name.
You've heard us refer to him as "The Thinker."
What did he do?
Hacked into the Defense Department computer system.
Why?
The Thinker's an anarchist and a snoop.
Whatever he got into has made him a very wanted man.
Customs and Immigration are on full alert.
Every port of egress is closed.
What are you coming to me for?
In his last communiqué,
The Thinker named a meeting place
and a three-hour time window.
He asked specifically for you.
The only problem is he may already be dead.
Oh, no!
No, no!
What happened?
She just shot her husband-- married 30 years.
Like she went crazy.
Everybody go back to your apartment.
We'll handle this.
Excuse me, sir.
Okay, ma'am, try to calm down.
Try to calm down.
Weirdness.
Just relax for a second.
I-I don't want you to know my real name.
I just don't think it's that important that you know.
Sounds like a line I used in a bar once.
Look, I'm sorry about the wait,
but I kind of got this ninja party shagging my butt.
Why? What do you got?
Well, if I'm correct,
I got the original Defense Department's
UFO intelligence files.
Everything from 1940s and up.
Everything?
Everything. Roswell, MJ-12 and beyond.
You've read them?
Not entirely.
I downloaded all I could, and then I split.
I mean, I knew that these guys were going to be after me.
What makes you think they know who you are?
I didn't take any precautions.
I mean...
I didn't even expect to get inside.
You know, they've always denied that these files even existed.
What do you want from me?
I want the truth.
I want you to promise that those rat bastards
answer to the people.
Mulder, Skinner's looking for you.
Come in and lock the door.
Why? What's going on?
You familiar with the Ten Commandments, Scully?
You want me to recite them?
Just number four-- the one about obeying the Sabbath,
the part where God made heaven and earth,
but didn't bother to tell anybody about his side projects.
What are you talking about?
The biggest lie of all.
What is this?
The Holy Grail.
The original Defense Department files--
hard evidence that the government has known
about the existence of extraterrestrials
for almost 50 years.
Where did you get this?
Your friendly neighborhood anarchist.
No.
I don't believe this.
This is just gibberish.
Damn it!
I'm so sick of this crap!
B.S. and double-talk.
I can't believe this.
Mulder, this may not be gibberish.
It's a joke, Scully; it's a bad joke.
I think it's just encrypted, and I think I recognize it.
It looks like Navajo.
It was used during World War Two.
My father told me that it was
the only code the Japanese couldn't break.
I-I remember the long strings of consonants.
Well, can you find out?
Only a handful of people can decipher it.
Well, find one of them.
Mulder.
Are you okay?
Yeah.
I just haven't been sleeping.
Sir?
Agent Mulder, I need to speak with you.
About?
In my office.
Why? Is this another jerk-off assignment
where I end up doing the government's dirty work?
It's about a rumor that you may be
in receipt of some sensitive files.
I don't know anything about that.
Agent Mulder, listen...
I'm talking to you.
Are we finished, Agent Mulder?!
Are we done?!
We're done.
You wanted to see me, sir?
Yes, Agent Scully. Please have a seat.
Agent Scully,
you heard about the incident here
in the hallway yesterday?
Yes, sir.
Do you have any explanation
as to Agent Mulder's bizarre behavior?
No, sir.
Agent Mulder told me that he was having trouble sleeping.
Do you think Agent Mulder confides in you, Agent Scully?
Of course. He's my partner.
Your "partner."
Weren't you originally assigned to Agent Mulder
to debunk his work?
Yes, sir. A year and a half ago.
I've been writing regular reports stating the validity
of Agent Mulder's work on the X Files.
Would you lie to protect him?
Am I being accused of lying?
Agent Mulder has been notified of a disciplinary hearing.
If there's something we learn at that meeting
that you haven't stated here today,
you could be subject to the same summary action.
What action is that?
Dismissal without chance of reinstatement.
Is that all, sir?
Yes, Agent Scully. Thank you.
Hello, Bill.
What are you doing here?
I've come on some pressing business.
We agreed that you would never...
That was a long time ago, Bill.
There have been some unforeseen events.
No one was supposed to know.
Who could have predicted the future, Bill?
That the computers you and I only dreamed of
would someday be home appliances capable
of the most technical espionage.
The files should have been destroyed.
They should have, but they weren't.
Regret is an inevitable consequence of life.
How do you know my son has them?
The man who stole them has come forward.
Oh, God.
As always, we maintain plausible denial.
The files are only as real
as their possible authentication.
My name is in those files.
The files have been encrypted, of course.
We have a certain luxury of time.
We endeavor to prevent that fact
from ever coming to light.
You wouldn't...
harm him?
I've protected him this long, haven't I?
Your son has been provident in the alliances that he's created.
The last thing we need is a martyr or a crusade.
But if he should...
learn of my involvement?
You're your own man, Bill.
You always have been.
But I strongly encourage you, in that event...
to deny everything.
It's good to see you again, Bill.
You look well.
You didn't answer your door.
I took a pill.
I couldn't find you at work.
I was worried about you.
I came home.
I must be running a fever.
Maybe it's the threat of being burned at the stake.
They called me in today.
What did you tell them?
That nothing was wrong.
Well, you told them the truth then.
Mulder, you opened the door for them.
They're just looking for a good reason now.
Okay, I'll say I'm sorry.
Mulder, these files, um...
who knows you have them?
Why?
Because I had to lie today.
And I put my job in jeopardy in order to do so.
If they find out about those files...
How would they find out?
Maybe they already know.
The question is:
is it worth it?
Is this cassette worth risking everything?
I'll tell you when I find out what's on it!
Now just tell me who I can talk to
about breaking that code!
I'm meeting with somebody in an hour.
I might know something later tonight.
I just need some kind of assurance
that they're not going to let us hang ourselves with this--
that I'm doing the right thing.
Try to find out.
I need to know one more thing, Mulder.
Why did you attack Skinner?
I've thought about that, Scully.
I honestly can't say.
This is all you have?
Currently, yes.
There are words I recognize, but you need
an actual code talker to make any sense of this.
I know a man who might help.
I could have him contact you.
Yeah, thank you.
Um, could you tell me
which words you do recognize?
This word.
It means "goods, merchandise."
And this one means "vaccination."
They're both modern words,
which is why they stand out.
Thank you.
You've been very helpful.
Mulder.
Fox, this is your father.
I need to see you right away.
Where are you?
I'm at home.
How soon can you be here?
Fox... it's very important.
Mulder?
Fox.
Dad.
What is it, Dad?
Come in.
It's...
It's so clear now.
Simple.
It was so complicated then.
The choices that needed to be made.
What choices, Dad?
You're a smart boy, Fox.
You're smarter than I ever was.
About what?
Your politics are yours.
You have never thrown in.
The minute you do that, their doctrines become yours,
and you can be held responsible.
You're talking about your work at the State Department.
You're going to learn of things, Fox.
You're going to hear the words.
And they'll come to make sense to you.
What words?
The merchandise.
Look, I, um...
I've been taking some medication, uh...
You'll have to excuse me for a moment.
Dad?
Dad!
Dad.
Oh, Dad.
Dad.
Forgive me.
Hello.
My father's dead, Scully.
Where are you?
They shot him.
And he's dead.
Mulder, where are you?
Just tell me where you are.
I'm on the Vineyard.
Who shot him, Mulder?
I don't know.
Mulder, were you arguing?
I didn't do it, Scully.
He was trying to tell me something.
Mulder, listen to me.
You got to believe me, Scully.
Mulder, I believe you. Just listen to me.
You've got to get out of there.
You have to leave immediately.
I can't leave the crime scene.
It'll look like I'm running,
like I'm guilty.
Mulder, they're going to suspect you anyway.
You've got no I.D. on the shooter.
Your... your behavior has been irrational lately.
Mulder, can't you see that everything is
pointing directly at you?
He was shot with somebody else's weapon.
Damn it, Mulder, you're an FBI agent!
You have access to weapons other than your own!
All right, meet me back at my apartment.
No.
No, you can't come home.
Somebody shot through your window tonight.
They almost killed me.
They may be trying to kill you.
Oh, Mulder.
My God. Look at you.
You're sick.
I'm all right.
I'm okay.
No, come on, come on. I want you to lie down.
Don't... come on.
I want you to lie down.
Let me take your coat off.
We got to find them, Scully.
Right now, you have to lie down.
Come here.
We got to find out who killed my father.
Well, right now, you need to rest.
Okay?
Just rest.
There.
It's okay.
Scully?
I'll run a comparison as soon as they send me
the bullet removed from the victim.
How long will it take to determine if they're a match?
They're both .9-millimeter rounds.
We'll run the specs, compare the striae.
We should know pretty much right away.
Scully.
You took my gun.
You think I did it, don't you?
I took your gun to run it through ballistics
to try and clear you, Mulder.
Why didn't you ask me?
You had a temperature of 102 last night.
I didn't want to wake you.
What, were you afraid I was going to shoot you, too?
Mulder, I'm being called into Skinner's office this afternoon.
They're going to want answers, and I'd like
some good ones to give them.
So you can clear your conscience and your name?!
You've been making reports on me since the beginning, Scully,
taking your little notes!
Mulder, you're sick.
You're not thinking straight.
I'm on your side.
You know that.
Look, you have my files, and you have my gun.
Don't ask me for my trust.
Muld...!
Thank you.
Damn.
I'm going to kill you anyway, Krycek,
so you might as well tell me the truth.
Did you kill my father?
Did you kill him?!
Answer me!
Mulder!
Don't shoot him!
Just back away!
He killed my father, Scully!
I have him, Mulder.
No, Scully!
Oh, my God!
Somebody call the police!
He's awake.
Mulder?
Mulder, it's me.
Here.
Drink some of that-- you haven't had any water
in over 36 hours.
Your shoulder's going to be fine.
The round went through nice and clean.
You shot me.
Yes, I did.
You didn't give me much choice.
You were about to kill Krycek.
Why'd you shoot me? He's the one.
If he is, then his weapon
is probably the same one that killed your father.
What are you talking about?
If you killed Krycek with that weapon,
there would have been no way to prove
that you didn't kill your father.
I'm sorry about your father, Mulder.
I haven't been able to tell you.
How'd you know it was Krycek?
I didn't.
I went back to your apartment to pull the slug from the wall.
But I noticed an unmarked van delivering soft water,
and I found this
in one of the tanks servicing your building.
What is it?
It's a dialysis filter.
It's a device used in the transmission
of substances to solution.
Considering the level of psychosis you were experiencing,
it was possibly LSD, amphetamines
or some kind of exotic dopamine agonist.
Oh, my God.
There was a murder in my building.
Well, it wasn't an exercise in subtlety.
Mulder, these men are quite possibly the same ones
who killed your father and who systematically
tried to destroy you
by turning everyone you could trust against you.
I don't think I have to tell you why.
I'd gotten too close to the truth.
Where are we?
We're in Farmington, New Mexico.
New Mexico?
We've just driven two days across country.
I had to put you out to let the side effects
of the psychosis abate.
This is Albert Hosteen.
He's been translating your files.
You're lucky she's a good shot.
Or a bad one.
Albert was a Navajo code talker during World War Two.
He helped encode
the original government documents.
How'd you find him?
Through a woman in Washington.
But he claims that he knew you were coming.
Last week, we had an omen.
Most of these files are written in jargon.
But apparently, there was an international
conspiracy of silence dating back to the 1940s.
Albert says that evidence of these secrets
are buried on a Navajo reservation not far from here.
He says that he'll take you as soon as you're able.
What about you?
I'm afraid you're on your own with this.
I didn't show up for a meeting with Skinner
day before yesterday,
and I don't know what the repercussions will be.
You've taken a big risk.
I was certain they would have killed you, Mulder.
Thank you.
Thank you for taking care of me.
There's something else.
My name is in those files.
It appears
in the latest entries with Duane Barry's.
In what context?
It's not clear,
but it has something to do with a test.
I want you to find out, Mulder.
I need you to.
You said you knew I was coming.
In the desert, things find a way to survive.
Secrets are like this, too.
They push their way up through the sands of deception
so men can know them.
Here. This is my house.
But why me?
You are prepared to accept the truth, aren't you?
To sacrifice yourself to it?
I don't understand.
There was a tribe of Indians
who lived here more than 600 years ago.
Their name was Anasazi.
It means "the ancient aliens."
No evidence of their fate exists.
Historians say they disappeared without a trace.
They say that because they will not
sacrifice themselves to the truth.
What is the truth?
Nothing disappears without a trace.
You think they were abducted?
By visitors who come here still.
What's buried out there?
Lies.
You will see for yourself.
It's through those rocks.
It's down there.
Mulder.
You're a hard man to reach.
Not hard enough, apparently.
Where are you?
I'm at the Betty Ford Center. Where are you?
I need to talk to you, Mr. Mulder, in person.
There are things to explain.
I'll save the government the plane fare.
I just need to know which government that is.
Your father may have told you things, Mr. Mulder.
I should warn you against taking
those things at face value.
Which things are those?
He was never an opponent of the project.
In fact, he authorized it.
That's what he couldn't live with.
No, he couldn't live with it because you had him killed.
We weren't involved in that.
Listen to me,
you black-lunged son of a bitch.
I'm going to expose you and your project.
Your time is over.
Expose anything,
and you only expose your father.
Sir, we got a coordinate on him.
We're ready to go. Let's go.
Ready to take her up!
Over here.
This is a boxcar.
Refrigeration car.
Scully.
Yeah, it's me.
Where are you?
Nowhere I ever expected.
What do you mean?
I'm in a boxcar buried inside a quarry.
There are bodies everywhere.
Bodies?
Stacked floor to ceiling.
What happened to them?
I don't know.
Mulder, in these files,
I found references to experiments
that were conducted here in the U.S.
by Axis powers scientists
who were given amnesty after the war.
What kind of experiments?
Some kind of tests on humans--
what they refer to as "merchandise."
But these aren't humans, Scully.
From the look of it, I'd say they were alien.
Are you sure?
I'm pretty damn sure.
Wait a second.
This one...
has a smallpox vaccination scar.
Mulder...
Oh, my God, Scully.
What have they done?
Mulder?
Mulder, what happened?
Move out!
Get away from there!
You go back!
Cover us! We're going in!
Clear!
Go!
What's your name, boy?
He's not here.
Where's Mulder?
He's here.
No, sir.
If he was, he's vanished without a trace.
Nothing vanishes without a trace!
Burn it!
Clear out!
Move it, move it, move it!