The X-Files

- Stop right there! - Freeze! Put your hands in the air!

I need to tell the president something. I need to tell the president something!

- Please! - Down on the ground!

I need to see the president. He needs to know.

Look, he needs to know.

Aliens... Aliens... They're taking over the United States. He needs to know.

He's got a weapon.

Get the weapon! Get the weapon!

He's shot. He shot himself.

Dammit. Stupid son of a bitch. What was he thinking?

- Get a medic! - Get a medic!

Please... the president...

The intruder's in custody. Stand down.

Mulder, are you OK?

Yeah.

For a guy who was, uh... in a coffin not too long ago, I think I'm doin' pretty damn good.

I don't quite have my legs under me... yet.

You might want to consider sitting down when you hear what we have to tell you.

Uh-oh.

No, it's, uh... it's good news.

It's... it's miraculous news.

I can't possibly exaggerate the inconceivability of you sitting here.

But, to be honest, your condition may be more incredible than your recovery.

Whatever neurological disorder you were suffering from, it's no longer detectable.

After a course of transfusions and antivirals,

it has rid your body of the virus that was invading it.

The scars on your face, on your hands, on your feet, on your chest,

they... they seem to be repairing themselves.

Mulder, you are in perfect health.

Wow.

How do you feel, Agent Mulder?

Like Austin Powers.

Must feel good to be home.

Something looks different.

Yeah.

It's clean.

That's it.

I'm missing a Molly.

Yeah.

She wasn't as lucky as you.

Mulder...

I don't know if you'll ever understand what it was like.

First learning of your abduction...

and then searching for you and finding you dead.

And now to have you back, it...

Well, you act like you're surprised.

I prayed a lot.

And my prayers have been answered.

In more ways than one.

Yeah.

I'm happy for you.

I think I know... how much that means to you.

Mulder...

I'm sorry. I don't mean to be cold or ungrateful. I just...

I have no idea where I fit in...

right now.

I just, uh...

I'm having a little trouble... processing... everything.

It's Marian the Librarian, boys.

I got the new Harry Potter.

Aaughs)

Our Lord and Saviour. For you.

I've got my books.

Expand your horizons.

I know all I need to know.

Wanna bet?

Put a rise in your Levi's.

...top story is the death of a man who jumped the fence at the White House last evening.

His name now released. Howard Salt, a federal employee working on the US Census,

got as far as the White House front door yesterday,

where he was stopped by security and shot accidentally by his own gun.

According to a Secret Service spokesman, Salt appeared irrational and resisted arrest,

shouting grievances against the US government

and demanding to speak with the president.

Co-workers described him as likeable and hardworking.

We never see 'em 00min'.

People are so rarely what they seem.

Gentlemen, please, sit down.

An application was submitted to me this morning by Agent Scully,

on behalf of our old friend Fox Mulder, for reinstatement.

I assume you both know about this.

- Reinstatement? - To the X-Files.

Mulder just went home.

Somebody's very anxious for him to get back to work.

I wanted you both to see this before I deny the application.

What is it?

It's a review of the success rate of the X-Files since Agent Doggettjoined the team.

- Damn impressive, John. - Impressive, sir?

The only thing impressive is that I even know what's goin' on half the time.

From this report, you and Scully have had more arrests on percentage

than she and Mulder over seven years. Take a look.

That's not very fair to Agent Mulder. So many of his cases involved...

Aliens?

There lies the problem.

The FBI isn't a place for personal crusades.

I'm asking you both to make that understood... on my behalf.

You can't ask me to tell Mulder he's off the X-Files. It's his unit. He created it.

I'm not asking you, John.

You sent me to find Mulder. Don't charge me with drivin' a stake through his heart.

Maybe you'd rather I close the X-Files.

Then we'd both be getting what we want.

Let's go, Agent Doggett.

Now.

Kersh wants to put me behind a desk? That is not what Kersh wants.

No, I think Kersh wants you to quit, Mulder.

It's more than that. He wants to punish you, to hurt you.

And you, by putting you in this position. And Agent Scully, for not giving up on me.

Truth is, this is a bullet that was fired about eight years ago.

It's a magic bullet that's been goin' round and round. It seems poised to hit me in the head.

I think the question is, Mulder, are we gonna sit here and let this happen?

Scully, you're gonna give birth in a couple of months.

Talk as tough as you like, but you know, I know and they know

that soon you'll have more important things than whether or not the X-Files remains open.

Kersh aims to keep them open with Agent Doggett running them.

Agent who?

I've had a partner for the last several months.

He was assigned to help me find you.

Mission accomplished. Does he know what he's doin' at all, this guy?

About the paranormal? Not much.

I see. Then maybe the question is not who fired this magic bullet,

but whether or not it was a lone gunman.

Agent Doggett is above reproach, Mulder. He's being manoeuvred just like you.

Good. At least he's manoeuvrable.

- Where are you going? - Gonna get dressed.

For the first time I feel like gettin' back to work.

Wrap it up! Fall in!

Let's go, ladies!

Stay in line.

Let's go. Come on, move it.

- Get back in line. - Hey!

Go get that son of a bitch.

Nobody move!

Stand down!

Get over here. Over here.

Come on, sit down. Hands behind your back.

Head down. Down between your legs.

Absalom. That's you, right? What are you lookin' at?

The back of your neck.

Sit up, Agent Doggett.

I had to make sure.

- Make sure what? - Make sure that you're still you.

Yeah, I'm still me.

So why don't you put that weapon down?

Do you see this? Huh? Do you see it?

- Man shot at the White House. - They killed him... for what he knew.

Then they'll kill me too.

- Not if you put the weapon down. - No. They'll kill me anyway.

I got one chance here. With you.

Sit down.

Didn't I tell you to sit down?

- I'm not goin' anywhere. - You're going with me.

And I'm going to show you, and you're going to spread the word.

Doubting Thomas is going to spread the word.

What word?

The invasion has begun.

What invasion?

- They're already here. - Who's already here?

Certain men have gone out and withdrawn the inhabitants of their city, saying:

"Let us go and serve other gods that ye have not known."

- I don't know what that means. - I open my mouth... in parables.

I utter things that... have been kept secret from the world.

On your knees, John Doggett.

He goes by the name Absalom. A self-styled prophet we apprehended in Montana,

- where he commanded a small UFO cult. - (ringing tone)

These words were found on the wall of his cell

after he escaped from a work detail 40 miles from the state prison.

We don't know what they mean, but Absalom claimed to know of an alien invasion.

There were also claims of healings of numerous abductees...

that had been subjected to alien torture.

Claims that have never been substantiated or refuted.

But evidence of torture was real.

The only way we're gonna get answers is to bring this guy in. Just know he is dangerous.

He's a felon, and he is capable of physical violence. All right, that's it.

- Where's Agent Doggett? - I can't reach him.

I can't run this thing, Agent Scully. This is obviously an X-Files case.

- I know. I'm all over it. I will find him. - (cellphone bleeps)

I don't know if this is gonna make you feel any better.

Hey.

Mulder...

Who says you can't go home again?

- What are you doing here? - What's it look like?

It looks like you want to give them some real ammunition to use on you.

Hey, I am just down here visiting my buds.

Where is Agent Doggett, anyway? What kinda hours does he keep?

- You do not want to stir that up right now. - Why?

Because we have a manhunt in progress and I want Agent Doggett running it.

Anything to do with this? This Absalom abductee class picture?

Yes.

It does. Why?

The man who was shot on the White House lawn is in that photograph.

Top right-hand corner. In profile. Howard Salt, if I'm not mistaken.

He's right. You're right.

Consider that a freebie. The next one'll cost you.

- Why? What else do you know? - I don't know anything.

But you know me, I got a real big hunch. This Howard Salt was a multiple alien abductee.

Worked for the US Census Bureau. Wanted to get word to the president - grievances.

- What do you bet they were? - You think he knew something?

I think they killed him for it.

He jumped the White House fence. He had a gun.

Once again, I'm a betting man. I'm betting he had more than that.