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Previously on The X -Files.

Come on, Mulder, let's go. Something really weird happened last night when

UFO passed over us. I'm sorry, who is this? It's me, Mulder. The man that

with, that's not me. His name is Morris Fletcher. He's an Area 51 employee.

Everybody here seems to think that I'm him, but I'm not. I'm me, I'm Mulder.

I just can't believe you!

And who is Scully? Mulder, you are acting bizarre.

Dealous. Once we analyze the flight data recorder, we hope to confirm it's where

the warp began. Warp? It's a tear in the space -time continuum. How do we

reverse it? Who says we can't?

This is Mrs. Lanachi.

What's your name? Captain Robert Madonna, sir!

It's happened again.

Burn it.

This is Special Agent Fox Mulder, sir. I am obligated to tell you that you have

a security leak in your facility.

Damn it, Laura.

You! You son of a bitch! You orchestrated this whole thing!

He's not me, Sully!

He's not me!

Once upon a time, there was a guy with the improbable name of Fox Mulder.

He started out life happily enough, as these things go.

He had parents who loved him, a cute kid sister.

He had a roof over his head, got all his flu shots, had all his fingers and

toes. And aside from being stuck with the name Fox, which probably taught him

how to fight, or not, he pretty much led a normal life.

But the worst thing by far, the biggest kick in the flat this kid Fox ever got,

was what happened to his sister.

One day, she just disappeared.

Now Fox buckled down and worked his butt off, graduated top of his class at

Oxford, then top of his class at the FBI Academy.

None of that hard work made up for his sister, though.

It was just a way of putting her out of his mind.

Finally, the way I figure it, he went out of his mind, and he's been that way

ever since.

Fox Mulder pissed away a brilliant career, lost the respect of supervisors

friends, and now lives his life shaking his fist at the sky and muttering about

conspiracies to anyone who will listen.

If you ask me, he's one step away from pushing a baby carriage filled with tin

cans down the street.

But now, all that's going to change.

It's not me, Scully!

Scully!

Scully, it's not me!

You hate me now, right?

Dana, I'm sorry I narked on you to Kirsch, but I... I was scared you were

to lose your job.

You did the right thing, Mulder.

You did?

I've been telling you for years you should play more by the book, haven't I?

Hey, it's the new me.

What about these?

Come on, fellas!

You ain't going nowhere, baby.

You and me have had our asses officially disappeared.

Looks like we're up Fudge Creek.

Who are you?

Colfines Maverick.

Not like I'm going to be hot -sticking it any time soon.

Are you all right, ma 'am?

Ma 'am?

Get my ass, you deaf monkey.

What did Kersh say?

He said that I was willful, insubordinate, and not a team

player.

And the FBI didn't need agents that weren't team players.

What a jerk.

Then what?

Two weeks suspension without pay. You're not serious.

Who does he think he is?

See you in two weeks.

Dana? You suppose a home -cooked meal might ease the pain a little?

Say, my place, 8 o 'clock.

I think she likes me, Tiger.

So there I am with this wet -behind -the -ears Rio flying backseat.

And I'm thinking, hell, man, I'm going to give this cherry the right of his

life.

So I'm putting this first to her, you know, and I'm doing a little hassling

my wingman, Bosso.

Now, Bosso... Hey, Maverick, would you mind... Hold up.

Bosso gets on my zero. He's right on my zero.

And when Bosso gets on your zero... Maverick? Like a damn dog tick.

Maverick. You ain't shaking that son of a gun. Hey, Grandma Top Gun, will you

shut the hell up?

You're my bitch now, Fensel Neck.

General Wagon

wants to see you.

You got it set on you.

I'll say that much. Yeah, and it's fooled.

Why didn't you tell us what you were doing from the start?

Meaning? It's the wrong one.

You replaced the flight data recorder.

This one's from... It's a scrapped F -111, sir. It's junk.

You gave the FBI the wrong flight data recorder.

Why? Why?

If you were running a scam on the FBI, why didn't you let us in on it?

I didn't know if I could trust you.

We have a security lead, gentlemen, and for all I knew, it was one of you.

That's why I decided I should approach Agent Scully alone to find out who her

contact is.

Unfortunately, her partner, Agent Mulder, screwed everything up.

So why didn't you tell us all this afterward?

I knew that you wouldn't believe it until you figured it out for yourself.

So, the real flight data recorder...

Is it safe?

Oh, yeah, absolutely.

And you will bring it back?

Of course.

By God, you do got a set on you.

I wish I could say the same about some of your colleagues, about those who

proffer rumor and innuendo, those who make dangerous accusations.

Sir, Morris's behavior... You can explain yourself to the review panel in

Washington.

I've already wired them recommending censure for your actions.

You're lucky I didn't throw you in the stockade.

Move the light into the bedroom.

No bedroom.

This guy hasn't been laid in 10 years.

Hey, Chris.

Hey, I like the, uh, the, uh, the nose. Ouch!

As if!

Terry. Buddy. Hey.

Terrence. Sorry, how's it going?

Mom says she's taking out a restraining order on you.

What are you doing back?

Joanne. Your stuff is all outside. Take it and get out.

Joanne, listen to me. There's something I gotta tell you. I've heard enough from

you for one lifetime, Morris.

Go tell it to that tramp of yours, that Scully, what's her name? Dana Scully.

Special Agent Dana Scully. Special Tramp Dana Scully. She's my partner, Joanne.

I'm supposed to be your partner. My name is not Morris Fletcher.

It's Fox Mulder. Special Agent Fox Mulder with the FBI. Dana Scully is my

partner.

I am not your husband. We are not married. We are complete strangers, and

a whole other life that I'm desperately trying to get back to.

You know, Morris, most men, when they have a midlife crisis, they go out and

themselves a sports car. They don't run around calling themselves Fox.

I want you to look out the window. Will you just look out the window with me for

a second?

See that car down there?

See the two men in it?

They're surveilling me. They're spying on me.

I don't know if your husband ever told you this, but he has a very dangerous

job, and those two men in that car, like you, think that I'm him.

Only they don't trust me.

It's a one false move, and I'm history.

Which means that your husband will also be history, because I won't be able to

get back and set things the way they're supposed to be.

Do you understand what I'm saying to you?

Morris, if you don't like the man you've become, I don't blame you one bit.

But this flight from reality isn't the answer.

Accept who you are, however repulsive that may be.

Perfect timing.

Welcome.

Wow, Logan.

You like, huh?

Yeah, I thought it was just time I stopped living like a frat boy.

Come on, take the rest of the class.

Yeah.

I didn't even know you had a bedroom.

Oh, yeah.

You know, you gotta have some place to lounge around and read the Sunday New

York Times, you know?

Uh, no, that's okay.

Thanks. Seriously, just check it out.

Seriously.

Oh!

Whoa!

I'm older.

Maybe I like to read the New York Times backwards.

You hate it.

No, I don't hate it.

All right, then.

Uh, don't go away.

Let's get it on.

Let's get it on.

Let's get it on. Let's get it on tonight.

You know

what

would really be fun?

What?

Oh, yeah.

Me first. You first.

First time.

Now what?

You're not Mulder.

What?

Baby? Baby me and you'll be peeing through a catheter.

Your name is Morris Fletcher.

It was Mulder who was arrested in the desert. He was telling the truth about

you.

Now how do we get things back to normal?

How should I know?

I wouldn't do it even if I could.

You saw my wife. You think I want to go back to that?

Two kids who'd probably kill me in my sleep for the insurance money, a $400

mortgage on a house that's just appraised at $226 ,000, and my job.

God, do you think being a man in black is all voodoo mind control?

I should see the paperwork.

Are you through?

As far as I'm concerned, this thing is a gift from heaven.

Besides, no one's ever going to believe you, so you might as well just get used

to me being here.

Or I'd just shoot you.

Baby. I'm telling you, I have no idea how to change things back.

What about Mulder's source, the man he was supposed to meet in the desert?

What about him? Do you know how to get in touch with him?

I don't know anything about that.

I'm sorry. You're out of luck.

Well, I guess we've given the neighbors enough to talk about.

For God's sake, Morris.

At first you couldn't wait to get away from me, and now you won't leave the

house.

Where can we go?

What do you mean?

You're right.

We should get out of the house.

Go someplace with a lot of people.

Someplace with a lot of people?

Mm -hmm.

In Rachel, Nevada?

What do you say?

All right, let's run through this one more time.

I'll go in there alone, just like you told me to.

He'll be wearing a blue Buffalo Bills cap.

And?

And if I try and slip out the back door, da -da -da -dee -dee -dee. Keep going.

Can't we start over?

You know, do that thing with the handcuffs.

It's probably not your scene.

Are you expecting someone?

No, I'm not expecting someone.

Because if you're expecting someone and not to buy me a drink, you should tell

me now so I can divorce you and take the house.

It's your way.

Have another way away.

You're the guy?

Sit down.

Well, I'll be damned.

Oh, God, that beer went right through me. I'll be right back.

You sabotaged a UFO. Keep your voice down.

I didn't intend for it to crash, Agent Mulder.

I just meant to disable the stealth module so you could see it.

Mulder? Is that really you?

What are you doing here?

I'm trying to figure out a way to help you.

What are you, like, disgruntled?

You make me sound like some postal clerk.

What you came for is on the floor by your feet.

Morris?

Not the gun.

Listen, have you seen Maury?

Bet I've seen him.

Hey, hey, whoa, whoa, guys, guys.

What the hell was that, Maury?

I guess I make a lousy husband.

I'll talk to him.

the guy that wants my life.

I assume that includes all the ass -kickings?

You don't want to do this! Yeah, I do.

Jeff's outside! So what?

If he sees us together, we're both dead!

Especially when he sees this.

Take that to Scully right now.

You must have some sort of waxy build -up.

I said Jeff here!

No way am I going out there until he leaves.

You sneak it past him. You're his buddy.

His buddy?

He doesn't trust me as far as he could throw me. You saw to that.

Jeff. General Whitman. Your man. Come with me.

Sir.

What are we... There.

Detain that man.

Morris! Stop!

Hey, guys.

It's in the bag, Morris.

It's, uh, beer.

You're sure it's not a flight data recorder?

No, it's beer.

More huevos rancheros.

Más huevos rancheros.

Por favor.

Mulder, if I'd known you were coming, I would have made more salsa.

I need your help right now.

Who, crap?

Who, what, why?

I need to know everything that's on that data recorder.

Similar in size and shape to the FDRs and the FS -71.

Oh, that's definitely not standard issue.

Where did you get this?

Groom Lake, outside Area 51.

Dreamland. The Aurora spy plane.

What's that?

Blackworld. Top, top secret.

Skunk work special.

Aurora is a hypersonic reconnaissance aircraft fueled with slush hydrogen.

Or methyl cycle hexane.

What's with him?

You guys like the name?

I'm going to go with either Aurora or Borealis.

What the hell is he talking about?

Mulder.

He's not Mulder. Huh?

We think the crash of this particular aircraft, whatever it was, resulted in

a... My

name is Morris Fletcher. I work inside Area 51.

I assumed Mulder's identity through a warp in the space -time continuum.

Trust me, little man, I ain't him.

Oh, I love you guys. I really do. I mean, you're the lone gunman, aren't

You guys are my heroes. I mean, look at this crappy print.

We uncover the truth.

The truth.

Well, see, that's what's so great about you monkeys. Not only do you believe

this horse pucky that we create, you broadcast it as well.

I mean, look at this.

There is no Saddam Hussein.

This guy's name is John Gilnitz. We found him doing dinner theater in Tulsa.

a mean King and I.

Plays good ethnics.

You're trying to say that Saddam Hussein's a government plant?

I'm saying I invented the guy. We set him up in 79. He rattles his favor

whenever we need a good distraction.

If you boys only knew how many of your stories I dreamed up while sitting on

pod. What stories?

Oh, I'm sorry, Melvin. That's classified.

The name's Frohicke, you punk -ass. What the hell you do with Mulder? Shut up,

all of you. If you guys want Mulder back, give me these results.

Who is it? Morris Fletcher.

Come in.

Shouldn't be seen together.

Not after last night.

Fletcher, Mulder, wherever you are.

I'm hoping this will be our last meeting. Agent Scully's flying back with

analysis of that flight data recorder.

It'll be too late to save me.

I know the real Morris Fletcher knows you're the leak.

Once you get back, if you get back, he'll have me arrested.

Disappeared. Even if he doesn't, his colleagues will figure out soon enough I

sabotaged that craft.

Why did you do it? I didn't mean for it to crash.

I just wanted you to see it.

Why?

There comes a time when you look back instead of forward.

See the sum of your life.

My entire career has been spent hiding the truth from the American people,

destroying in a way that which was most precious to me.

What is the truth?

You mean you don't know?

Don't know what?

The truth.

What is going on here at Area 51?

What are these black budget projects?

We just fly these birds.

They don't tell us what makes them go. They engineer them all up in Utah.

Well, if you don't know, why'd you call me?

I've seen your file.

You've chased flying saucers for years.

Do aliens really exist, Agent Mulder?

Something's coming up.

Got it.

What is it?

You broke the encryption.

This baby records the telemetry of 28 systems, including airspeed, fuselage,

torque, and delta V. Yeah, all the usual readouts, but, uh...

What are these?

Tachyon flux.

Gravitational displacement.

What have you guys been flying out there?

All right, I want you guys to analyze that data.

Morris. This is one of mine.

Get your button gear.

You're going to miss me when I'm gone. Yeah, it's our chance, laughing boy.

off, sneezy.

Enough.

Call me when you guys have some answers.

mailbox. Dude, that's a white mailbox.

No, they painted it white to hide it. This is the black mailbox.

The best place to see Freedom Mountain and the UFOs over Dreamland, man.

I know a guy who saw five in one night.

He said they danced in the sky.

You guys hear that?

Did you see that?

You're only too happy.

Don't tell me I'm going to have to put two kids through school.

It is you in there, Mulder, isn't it?

I, uh... I just got off the phone with Brohiggy.

They were able to download and analyze the crash data.

And yes, there was an anomalous event that night.

And how do I get back?

Well, that's just it.

It's all about random moments in time, about a series of variables approaching

an event horizon.

And even if we could recreate that moment, if we could sabotage another

Mulder, if we were... If we were off, if the event were off by even one...

Millisecond. I might wind up with my head in a rock.

Something like that, yeah.

What about him?

I mean, me. Whatever.

Whoever he is.

Agent Mulder has become A .D. Kirsch's new golden boy.

He's been tasked with returning the flight data recorder that he and I

The son of a bitch confesses to curse even more than I do to my priest.

I'm just tagging along for the ride.

What do you mean, just tagging along?

I'm out of the Bureau.

I've been censured and relieved of my position.

No. You can explain it to them like you explained it to me. You have the data.

You can make them understand. You can get your job back.

I'd kiss you if you weren't so damn ugly.

Take a picture to last longer.

If I shoot him, is that murder or suicide?

Neither if I do it first.

You gotta help me. You gotta help me.

Open the window. Please.

Open your window. I need to talk to you. Please. I need somebody to help me.

This thing was like a wave.

Like I'm all squiggly and everything.

And their faces, they stuck together. And her arm, it was coming through his

chest.

Sam, man, where you been?

Who's the dude?

I swear, man.

They were messed up.

I believe you.

So the motel guy wants cash, right?

Multicredit card, you believe that?

So then it hits me. I flash him my badge. Fox Mulder, FBI.

I tell him we're investigating crappy motels in the Southwest. He better watch

his behind.

So guess what? The guy gives me the room for free, and he throws in a six -pack

of brews to boot.

I love this job.

Listen, Dana, after we return this flight recorder, what do you say I have

word with the big man?

See if I can get you your job back?

We could have lots of fun together once you got to know me.

You know that thing?

Still got my gun.

Alright already.

Wait a second, hold on.

Back up. What is it? Back up!

Can I help you, ma 'am?

I don't understand. This place was burned to the ground.

I don't think so.

Yeah.

This place, two nights ago.

I think I'd remember that.

What are you doing here?

I need to talk to you.

Something's happened.

Morris, don't forget your stupid chair!

You and it should be very happy together!

Terrence, get back inside.

You got a lot of gall coming back here, sister.

Joanne, I told you, I'm not your husband. This man is. You come here to

family fall apart?

You getting some kind of a kick out of that?

You have to talk to him alone.

Homewrecker!

Careful, you're going to bust a lung.

Leave me alone!

Joanne.

What he said about me being your husband, it's true.

Get the hell off my porch.

We got married on June 13th, 1978.

It rained that day.

You got mad at me at the reception because I said I couldn't see the cake

your fat ass.

You remember our first apartment?

That dump in Pentagon City?

You'd turn the air conditioner on, lights would go out.

Or when you were pregnant, how I'd tickle your kneecaps to make you laugh.

I remember.

I remember the night Chrissy was born.

And I held her in my arms, all red -faced and screaming.

That's the only time I ever saw you cry.

Oh, my God.

Morris.

Is that you?

Come on, Morris. Let's go.

What do you mean, go?

Where are you taking him?

Mrs. Fletcher, we have reason to believe that whatever event caused this to

happen may be in the process of reversing. We've got to get back to that

highway, back to the exact spot where this all began. It may be our only

All right, Moore.

The traitor's a traitor.

I don't know what it looks like.

Got it.

What are you doing?

I'm cleaning up on meth.

What are you talking about? About an hour ago, I put Captain McDonough and

Chee back where they belong.

Now it's their turn. The warp that started this is snapping back like a

band. Only we have to be in his path when it happens.

Why are you doing this?

Until now, I had a spotless career record.

I want that back.

Now this is time snapping back.

It'll be like the last few days never happened.

You won't remember any of this. Oh.

Well, in that case, Dana, it's been real.

Mulder. Mulder, it's me.

I just wanted to let you know that we slipped on the curse's radar.

Our little field trip to Nevada went unnoticed.

Oh, yeah?

Mulder, I'm sorry that your confidential source didn't pan out.

I guess you're right, Scully. Just another crackpot who watches too much

Trek.

Good night.

Hey, Scully.

I know it's not your normal life, but thanks for coming out there with me.

You're welcome

I made this.