The X-Files

Evan!

Evan! Where are you?

Evan!Evan!

- Evan! Evan, hurry, please! - Nothing's coming out!

Our lead story: Tropical Storm LeRoy has been upgraded to Hurricane LeRoy.

The entire Gulf Coast...

Goddammit...

Mom, is Dad gonna be all right?

Mom! What about Dad? Mom, what about Dad?!

We need water, Evan. Right now!

- Mom! - Just do as I say, Evan!

Come help me. Help me pull the washer out.

Please, Evan, just help me.

- Mom, Lenny's back here! - Evan, let the cat alone!

OK, now unplug the machine.

Unplug the machine.

Pull that hose out of the wall.

I'm gonna pull. I need you to get behind the machine and push.

I want you to push. We're gonna tip the washing machine over.

We need to dump the water out. All right, honey, push!

Push!Push,Evan!

Push, Evan! Are you pushing?

Evan! Evan, answer me!

Evan?

Mom!

Evan!

Let him go! Let go of him!

Let go of him! Let him go!

Let him go!

Hi, this is Fox Mulder. Leave a message after the beep.

Agent Mulder, this is Arthur Dales calling from Florida.

I don't know if you're watching the news, but we're in for a hell of a blow in the next 24.

I've been through hurricanes - been through the alphabet-

but I got a distress call from my neighbour down the road that set my teeth on edge.

You don't have much time to get to the airport,

but if you're the X-Files man you say you are, you better get your butt in gear.

Collier County emergency response team advises residents to stay off the roads

and either wait out the storm in a secure location or at the emergency shelter.

Hurricane LeRoy remains some 20 miles off the Gulf Coast,

sending high winds and up to six inches of rain onto coastal communities.

It has not yet unleashed its potential heavy destruction

on a very nervous populace from Naples to Fort Myers.

Hurricane LeRoy is predicted to make landfall in the next three to four hours.

We'll be coming back to you in a few minutes...

No sign of anything amiss at the residence on the spit.

Place is all boarded up tight. Over.

Roger that. Maybe the occupants have evacuated. Over.

That's the Shipleys. But a neighbour called and says they couldn't have gone far

without their only vehicle, which is still in the carport out here. Over.

- That sounds like a real mystery, don't it? - It sure does, you dumb fathead.

It couldn't be that all the planes out were fully loaded, huh?

There's a reason people don't head out into hurricanes.

The hurricane's 20 miles offshore.

- Mr Dales, can we come in? - Come in!

- Who's this? - Special Agent Dana Scully.

- Scully? - She's my partner.

Don't get too comfortable. You're gonna want to get right back out there.

Out where?

Did you tell her what I told you?

Yes. But she's not the type that's easily persuaded.

Is that so?

He means I don't hear a story about a sea monster

and automatically assume it's the Lord's gospel truth.

Why did you bring her here?

She knows your reputation, your early work on the X-Files,

and she has a knack for getting to the bottom of things.

Apparently, so does Mr Dales.

It's a good thing I have a reputation. Otherwise, how could it be impugned?

Look, I'm sure that there is good reason for your alarm.

I listened to the message you left about your friends.

Shipleys. A young couple with their son. Live on the end of the sand spit.

Sara called me in a panic.

She said that some thing in the house had grabbed Jack, her husband.

- In the bathroom, you said? - Yeah, of all places.

It was your description that caused Agent Scully's... dubiousness.

No, not my description. No, that was Sara's.

She said...

that it had tentacles wrapped around her husband's neck and choking him.

And you have no reason to doubt Ms Shipley's report?

No. Both she and Jack are marine biologists.

Well, at least they were.

I fear the worst.

She's missing, too?

Uh-huh. Yeah.

I spoke to the local constabulary, but they're about as helpful as a fart in a Windstorm.

I would've gone out there myself but for my bad hip.

It's not a night that anybody should be out in.

Well, I don't see that there's a choice...

...if anyone wants to get to the bottom of all this.

What is it that brought you out here in the first place, Mr Dales?

I came down for the weather.

Don't sneer at the mysteries of the deep, young lady.

The bottom of the ocean is as deep and dark as the imagination.

Hello?

Mrs Shipley?

Least it looks like they had the time and presence of mind to prepare for the hurricane.

The place is boarded up from the inside. It makes you wonder how they got out.

Hello?

Mrs Shipley?

Mulder? There's no sign of life.

There's something on the drainpipe. I can't get it off.

I don't know if I'm gonna need my gun or a harpoon here.

How the hell did a cat get in the washing machine?

Maybe he was taking a dip after he finished boarding up the windows.

- Where do you think this leads to? - To the bathroom.

Dales told me the wife told him that the husband was grabbed from the bathroom.

- Mr Shipley? - Gimme a hand, will ya?

Well, howdy do!

Yeah, right like that.

Keep your hands up there where I can see 'em.

Now, who are you and what the hell are you doin'?

Yeah, nice and slow.

You can put the gun down. We're FBI.

Don't all the nuts roll down to Florida?

We're Agents Scully and Mulder. I'll show you...

This is Deputy Greer. I'm out at the Sandspit Road.

I've got two suspects at the Shipley residence. B and E, possible foul play. Over.

We're out here like you. We're...

- (dispatcher) No backup units available. - Roger that.

- You're under arrest. - We're looking for the Shipleys.

- You have the right to remain silent. - Dales called us.

Anything you say can and will be used against you.

You have the right to a lawyer.

That name mean anything to you? Arthur Dales?

- I know Dales. - All right.

I got a call from him too. Drunk. What's new?

What else would we be doing out here on a night like this?

You could be looters. For all I know, you could be part of the Manson family.

- I know you're gonna kill me. - No, but I'd like to.

Deputy?

The FBI? For real?

I'll be in the car.

I gotta at least make out a report.

No, not before you help me finish what you interrupted.

Yes, sir. May I have my gun, please?

Thank you.

Come on.

Yeah. No... Thank you.

No one in the bathroom. The deputy helped me pull off the plywood.

No sign of anything, except more slime in the bathtub and 3" of water on the floor.

It's like somebody left the taps running before they boarded up the door.

Great. They're threatening to close the airport. I think we'd better get out of here.

- Aren't you curious what happened to them? - Yes, I'm curious, but I'm also suspicious.

I think that Mr Dales's story is fuelled by more than his imagination

and no deeper than the bottom of a highball.

Don't dismiss him so easily. He discovered the X-Files 40 years ago.

He's seen things I've only read about.

Because sea monsters can only be read about. Because they don't exist.

If the sea is where life began, where our ancestors first walked ashore,

then who's to say what new life may be developing in its uncharted depths?

You know what? Maybe you are a member of the Manson family.

Look, there is nothing more for us to do here.

There's nothing a local law enforcement can't do for us.

People are missing. There's nowhere else to look.

I've done my duty for Mr Dales, for my conscience.

I mean, haven't you?

Well, we should at least tell him that we're giving up.

Shouldn't we?

Sea monsters, FBI agents... I'm the one who could use a drink.

Howdy do, folks. You'll have to turn around, find someplace dry to spend the night.

- What's the problem? - The road's washed out up ahead.

This is an emergency.

I understand, but unless your car has wings, you can't get through on this road.

What about the airport? ls there another route?

Airport? Not tonight. This hurricane's really bearing down on us.

We got trees, power lines down all over the place.

You folks shouldn't be out here. Drive to the first safe place you can find.

Sir, it's important that we evacuate the area.

We're FBI agents, and we need to get to where we're going.

Don't all the nuts roll downhill to Florida.

- I'd be happy to show you my ID. - Thank you. Appreciate the concern.

- Mulder. - That was just one "howdy do" over the line.

Car 54, please report back to base.

Yeah, this is Car 54. I'm over at Nance Road. Over.

We're askin' all mobile units to stay off the roads

due to extreme weather conditions forecast for the next four hours,

including a flash-flood warning now in effect for Collier County. Over.

10-4. Gonna make a quick stop-in at the Breakers condo complex.

Looks like some folks are stranded without power. Over.

Deputy Greer, County Sheriff! If you're home, please answer the door.

If you can hear me, but you can't answer the door,

call 911, tell 'em you need help!

Hello!

Deputy Greer, County Sheriff!

If you're home, answer the door!

If you can hear me but can't answer the door, call 911! Tell 'em you need help!

Hello?

Hello? Somebody here?

Sir?

Ma'am?

Hello?

The good thing about zero visibility, Scully: it can't get any worse.

Is this the Collier County Sheriff?

Yes. No, hi. We're driving on, uh...

Nance Road. N-a-n-c-e Road.

Nance Road.

No, it isn't very smart, is it?

No... Yes, that would be much appreciated.

He's gonna guide us to the nearest emergency shelter.

Not a moment too soon.