The X-Files Page #23

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EXT. MULDER'S APARTMENT - NIGHT - CONTINUED HAND HELD

The Paramedics bang out the front door, stutter-stepping

the gurney down to the walk, to their EMT VAN which sits

at the curb with the LIGHT BAR FLASHING. Mulder

following close by.

MULDER:

She said she had a taste in the back

of her throat -- there was no

pre-existing allergy to bee-stings --

the bee that stung her may have been

carrying a virus --

2ND PARAMEDIC

A virus?

1ST PARAMEDIC

Get on the radio, tell them we have a

cytogenic reaction, we need an advise

and administer --

They get her to the back of the vehicle, guiding the

gurney in with experienced hands. Scully's eyes are on

Mulder as she's slid into the brightly lit interior.

The 1st Paramedic blocks Mulder somewhat as he steps

toward the van, anticipating that he's going with them

to the hospital. But the doors are closing on him before

he gets an opportunity.

FOLLOWING MULDER around to the driver's side of the van

now, moving to the driver's window where THE DRIVER can

be seen in the rear view mirror, his eyes watching

Mulder.

ON MULDER:

A moment of vague recognition -- a catch in his step.

RESUME:

As Mulder's momentum carries him to the driver's window

where se see again the man from the vending room, who

was also surveilling Mulder. And he has a HANDGUN

pointed at Mulder, which he FIRES THROUGH THE WINDOW.

The glass shattering.

RESUME MULDER:

Throwing himself away backward, but the bullet catches

him in the head. Blood and glass spraying onto the side

of the van. He goes down to the ground -- as the

paramedic van accelerates fast away.

LOW ANGLE REVERSE ON MULDER

Lying in the street, his head bleeding profusely. While

in the b.g., A SECOND AMBULANCE IS SPEEDING TO THE

SCENE. As it skids to a stop and TWO NEW PARAMEDICS jump

out, we:

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. WASHINGTON NATIONAL AIRPORT - NIGHT

A MEDIUM SIZED PRIVATE JET is taxiing down an alley off

the main runway where a 747 is speeding toward takeoff.

The private jet turning TOWARD CAMERA and nosing into

f.g.

NEW ANGLE ON TARMAC

Where MEN IN FAMILIAR BLACK FATIGUES are unloading

something from an unmarked cube truck that is also

familiar:
the very high tech-looking CLEAR CONTAINER,

with its monitors and gauges, its oxygen tanks and

refrigeration unit. A self-contained life support

system. The inside of the container is covered with a

thin layer of frost, through which we can see AGENT

SCULLY.

She lies as if in a state of paralysis, but a blink of

her eyes is enough to tell us that she is... alive.

TRACKING WITH THE MEN moving the container. As they

hustle it to the waiting jet. As The Cigarette Smoking

Man is descending the steps of the plane onto the

tarmac. Watching as the container is moved to the cargo

hold and loaded inside.

The hold is closed and the jet engines wind back up. As

the Cigarette Smoking Man reboards the aircraft and it

taxis away.

FADE SLOWLY TO BLACK

INT. HOSPITAL - NIGHT

Voices fade in slowly, inaudible at first. For regular

viewers of the show, they will recognize the voices of

the Lone Gunmen.

Three nerdish paranoiacs who publish a magazine which

charts and cataloged conspiracies past and present,

among other government malfeasance. They are Langly,

Byers and Frohike.

BYERS:

I think he's coming out --

LANGLY:

He's coming to.

FROHIKE:

Hey, Mulder...

FADE UP, as if our eyes are blinking open. We are in

Mulder's POV, and the face right above us is Frohike's.

FROHIKE:

Mulder...?

Behind Frohike, looking down at Mulder, are Byers and

Langly.

REVERSE ON MULDER

Staring at the diminutive Frohike, the long-haired

Langly and the courtly Byers with dawning recognition.

MULDER:

Oh god...

LANGLY:

What's wrong?

MULDER:

(to Byers, then Langly)

Tin Man. Scarecrow.

(to Frohike)

Toto.

Mulder sits up now, rubbing his face, feeling the

BANDAGE he's got on his head.

MULDER:

What am I doing here?

BYERS:

You were shot in the head. The bullet

broke the flesh on your right brow and

glanced off your temporal plate.

MULDER:

(woozy)

Penetration but not perforation.

LANGLY:

Three centimetres to the left and we'd

be playing the harp.

Mulder is still shaking out the cobwebs.

BYERS:

They gave you a craniotomy to relieve

the pressure from a subdural hematoma.

But you've been unconscious since they

brought you in.

MULDER:

When was that?

FROHIKE:

Two days ago. Your guy Skinner's been

here with you around the clock.

LANGLY:

We got the news and made a trip to

your apartment. Found a bug in your

phone line.

FROHIKE:

And one in your hall.

Byers holds up the first small device. Frohike holds up

a vial containing A BEE. Mulder realizing:

MULDER:

Scully had a violent reaction to a bee

sting --

BYERS:

You called 911. Except the call was

intercepted.

MULDER:

(sitting up)

They took her --

Mulder pushes the covers off. Swinging his legs to the

ground. As A.D. Skinner enters the room. Surprised to

see Mulder up.

SKINNER:

Agent Mulder --

MULDER:

Where's Scully?!

As he says this he loses his balance slightly, has to

hold onto one of the Gunmen. Struggling with his

faculties.

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