The X-Files Page #3

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And he moves off toward the approaching trucks where the

MILITARY PERSONNEL are pulling out tents, tent poles,

scientific equipment. Leaving the Captain to wonder what

the hell's going on. Watching the first of many

REFRIGERATION UNITS being unloaded. The personnel

carrying it paying him no mind as they blow past him.

Moving RIGHT TO CAMERA and plunging us into BLACK.

HOLD. Then OVER BLACK, a familiar sound again. The

sound of a chopper auguring in. As we FADE UP, revealing

we are:

EXT. TOP OF A SKYSCRAPER - DAY

The chopper is banking over the side of the building,

preparing to touch down on the rooftop where FIFTEEN FBI

AGENTS in dark ID windbreakers are standing. A LEGEND

appears:
FEDERAL BUILDING, DALLAS, TEXAS. ONE WEEK

LATER.

The chopper touches down and, again, the side door is

thrown open. But now only one man exits: SPECIAL AGENT

IN CHARGE (S.A.C.) DARIUS MICHAUD.

Michaud moves with the measured pace of authority,

approaching the waiting FBI Agents. One of whom steps

up.

FBI AGENT:

We've evacuated the building and been

through it bottom to top. No trace of

an explosive device or anything

resembling one.

S.A.C. MICHAUD

Have you taken the dogs through?

FBI AGENT:

Yes, sir.

S.A.C. MICHAUD

Well, take them through again.

This is given as a non-negotiable order, to the somewhat

weary FBI man. Who turns back to his charges, Michaud

does not register this attitude, though. Something else

has caught his attention. Causing him to walk to the

edge of the building. CAMERA FOLLOWING HIM, seeing what

he sees now.

On an adjacent skyscraper is what appears to be AN FBI

AGENT in an ID windbreaker exiting onto the roof. CAMERA

CONTINUING AROUND into A CLOSE UP PROFILE of S.A.C

Michaud. Staring at this, his jaw set. He doesn't like

what he sees. And what he sees is:

EXT. ROOFTOP OPPOSING SKYSCRAPER - DAY - CONTINUOUS

Special Agent Dana Scully is coming out the door leading

onto the roof. The door slams shut behind her. She, too,

is dressed in an FBI windbreaker. She's dialing her

cell phone as she moves around the rooftop looking for

something. Dialing the number of:

SCULLY:

Mulder -- it's me --

MULDER (FILTER)

Where are you, Scully?

SCULLY:

I'm on the roof.

MULDER (FILTER)

Did you find something?

SCULLY:

(impatiently)

No. I haven't.

MULDER (FILTER)

What's wrong, Scully?

SCULLY:

I've just climbed twelve floors. I'm

hot and thirsty and I'm wondering, to

be honest, what I'm doing here.

MULDER (FILTER)

You're looking for a bomb.

SCULLY:

I know that. But the threat was called

in for the Federal Building across the

street.

MULDER (FILTER)

I think they have that covered.

WE ARE TRACKING WITH SCULLY.

SCULLY:

(impatience)

Mulder... when a terrorist bomb threat

is called in, the logical purpose of

providing this information is to allow

us to find the bomb. The rational

object of terrorism is to promote

terror. If you'd study model

behavioral pattern in virtually every

case where a threat has turned up an

explosive device. If we don't act in

accordance with that data -- if you

ignore it as we have done -- the

chances are great that if here

actually is a bomb we might not find

it. Lives could be lost --

Scully, engrossed in her own argument, realizes she's

been the only one speaking for the last short while. She

stops walking.

SCULLY:

Mulder...?

MULDER:

What happened to playing a hunch?

Scully almost JUMPS out of her own skin. The voice has

come not over the phone, but from two feet away where:

ANGLE TO INCLUDE AGENT MULDER

Standing in the shadow of a large air conditioning unit.

Cracking a trademark sunflower seed between his teeth.

Clicking his cell phone off. Moving out.

SCULLY:

Jesus, Mulder...

MULDER:

The element of surprise, Scully.

Random acts of unpredictability. If we

fail to anticipate the unforeseen or

expect the unexpected in a universe of

infinite possibilities, we find

ourselves at the mercy of anyone or

anything that cannot be programmed,

categorized or easily referenced...

Mulder has moved to the edge of the building where he

sails his sunflower seeds into the air. Dusting his

hands off as if lost in a wistful through for just a

moment.

MULDER:

What are we doing up here? It's hotter

than hell.

And he's on the move. Scully moving to catch up.

NEW ANGLE:

Mulder is moving toward the stairs, Scully catching him.

Mulder allowing her to lead him up the steps.

SCULLY:

I know you're bored in this

assignment, but unconventional

thinking is only going to get you into

trouble now.

MULDER:

How's that?

SCULLY:

You've got to quit looking for what

isn't there. They've closed the

X-Files. There's procedure to be

followed here. Protocol.

MULDER:

What do you say we call in a bomb

threat for Houston. I think it's free

beer night at the Astrodome.

Scully gives him a look. It's no use. She reaches the

door first, grabs the knob but... it won't open. Turning

to Mulder.

SCULLY:

Now what?

MULDER:

(suddenly nervous)

It's locked?

She wiggles the knob again.

SCULLY:

So much for anticipating the

unforeseen...

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