The X-Files

There is an ancient Indian saying...

that something lives only as long as the last person who remembers it.

My people have come to trust memory over history.

Memory, like fire, is radiant and immutable.

While history serves only those who seek to control it,

those who would douse the flame of memory,

in order to put out the dangerous fire of truth.

Beware these men...

forth yare dangerous themselves and unwise.

Their false history is written in the blood of those who might remember...

and of those who seek the truth.

Let's go! Get down! Get down! Don't move!

On your knees. Hands behind your head.

- I want to know where Mulder is. - I don't know.

His car's parked outside! He was here!

I want Mulder, and I want those files!

You will find nothing here.

- What happened? - There were men.

They were looking for your partner.

Where is he?

Mulder!

Out of the car!

Come on!

Hands on top! Spread your legs!

- Where's Agent Mulder? - Turn and face away!

- Where are the files? - In the trunk.

- We need the DAT copy! Who has it? - I don't have it.

Agent Mulder.

Let's go!

It is the recommendation of the Office of Professional Conduct...

that Special Agent Dana Scully...

be given a mandatory leave of absence...

until the full detail of her misconduct can be calculated.

This summary action is justified under the O.P. C. Articles of Review,

and Agent Scully will complete her suspension of duty...

without pay or benefits due to the nature of her insubordination...

and the direct disobedience of her superior agents.

We will have to ask that you check your weapon and your badge...

before you leave the building, Agent Scully.

We'd also ask that you make yourself available to answer further questions...

in our investigation into Agent Mulder's whereabouts.

I've told you everything I know.

To the best of my knowledge, Agent Mulder is dead.

Don't think that this hasn't been difficult for everyone.

Agent Scully.

Who are these people?

These people are doing their job.

What they're doing is putting an official stamp on the perpetuation of a lie.

These people have a protocol to follow, which is something you and Agent Mulder did not do.

What about the people who were poisoning Agent Mulder's water? Who's protocol was that?

The investigation-- - The investigation will be an exercise.

The men who killed Agent Mulder, the people who killed his father--

- They aren't meant to be found. - We will find them.

With all due respect, sir, I think you overestimate...

your position in the chain of command.

Where were the safeguards against this?

These files were never to be seen.

Forty years of work-- The damage could be incalculable.

- The damage is done. - Gentlemen, we have control.

The files have been recovered, and the men involved in their theft...

have been removed without incident.

There is a small matter of concern with the F.B.I.,

but we'll handle that internally, as usual.

The media attention will amount to nothing more than a few, uh,

scattered obituaries.

The Mulder problem.

Special Agent Mulder is dead.

His body will not be recovered.

He'll be officially listed as missing until the matter can be resolved quietly.

And we've recovered the copy of the stolen computer files?

Yes.

Then all the pertinent parties should be informed that we can continue with our work.

- Dana. - Hi, Mom.

What are you doing with your shoes?

They, uh-- They started to give me blisters, so--

You walked here at this time of night?

Oh, Mom.

- What is it, Dana? - I've made a terrible mistake.

Dad would be so ashamed of me.

came to tell us they had seen buzzards flying out near the quarry...

where Eric had first encountered the men.

The buzzard is a large but cowardly bird.

It does not work for its prey,

letting others provide the kill.

When I see them circling in the desert,

this can only mean that something has died,

and they are going to pick its bones.

Or that death is close,

and they are waiting for it to do its work for them.

We did not see what they saw,

but I remembered something I had seen as a younger man.

Justas my grandson had done,

I, too, had found a body at the quarry...

in a hole, half-buried under rocks.

But even the buzzards, who will eat anything,

would not touch it.

This spot is where we found what the buzzards had come for.

We could not tell at first who or what it was.

But I knew what the buzzards knew--

that the smell of death was upon it.

- - The desert does not forgive man his weakness.

Weak or strong, it takes no mercy...

and can kill a man in less than a day.

To survive, one must develop skin like leather,

know where to find water and when to take shelter.

The F.B.I. man would have surely died had he not stayed under ground,

protected like the jackrabbit or the fox.

Even so, death was near.

In accordance with our ancient traditions,

we put four oak twigs on the beams of the hogan...

to summon the holy people...

and tell them that a ceremony will be held.

It is called "The Blessing Way Chant. "

Only the holy people can save the F.B.I. man's life now.

He is in their hands.

- Frohike. - I know it's late. But I heard the news.

Maybe I should go. Pardon my presumptuousness.

How much have you had to drink?

Do you recycle?

He was a good friend. A red wood among mere sprouts.

I guess this means he's passing you the torch.

Uh, I'm afraid not.

I'm soon to be out of a job.

Those sons of bitches.

They're rigging the game.

And like rats they just scatter back into the woodpile.

- The rats that killed the cat. - What's this?

It's a news item about Kenneth Soona, a.k.a. The Thinker.

The man who hacked the M.J. files.

- The ones he gave to Mulder. - " Kenneth J. Soona was killed execution style...

"in what appears to be a professional murder.

His body found in the Trenton City landfill."

What's the date on this?

This was the day before yesterday. This is after Mulder disappeared.

Could they be so stupid?

This healing ritual, called "The Blessing Way, "

has been passed down by our ancient Navaho ancestors.

Its songs and prayers...

must be followed just as they have been for centuries.

or the holy people will not be summoned.

I watched my father perform the chants as a young boy...

and saw their healing magic.

But my fear for the F.B.I. man...

was that his spirit did not want to be healed,

that it wished to join the spirit of his own father...

who had died and did not want to return to the world of the living.

His body has become tired and weak and it searches for rest.

If the struggle to continue is too hard...

or the wish to join his ancestors too strong,

the body will give up.

But if the desire to resume life burns brightly enough,

the holy people will be merciful.

The days and nights now will be long and difficult for the F.B.I. man...

as the holy people come and help him to choose.

I was first struck by the absence of time,

having depended on it so completely...

as a measure of myself and my life.

Moving backwards into the perpetual night it consumes...

purpose and deed, all passion and will.

I come to you, old friend, with the dull clarity of the dead,

not to beckon you but to feel the fire...

and intensity that still live in you.

And the heavyweight of your burdens which I had once borne.

There is truth, you know, old friend, if that's all you seek.

But there's no justice or judgment without which truth is a...

vast... dead... hollow.

Go back.

Do not look into the abyss or let the abyss look into you.

Awaken the sleep of reason and fight...

the monsters within and without.

Hello, son.

I did not dare hope to see you so soon.

Nor ever again hope to broker fate...

with a life to which I gave life.

The lies I told you...

were a pox and poison to my soul.

And now you are here because of them.

Lies I thought might bury forever a truth...

I could not live with.

I stand here ashamed...

of the choices I made so long ago...

when you were just a boy.

You are the memory, Fox.

It lives in you.

If you were to die now,

the truth will die,

and only the lies survive us.

My sister... is she here?

No. The thing that will destroy me,

the truth I felt you must never learn,

is the truth you will find,

if you are to go forward.

Okay, I just need everyone to step through the metal detector.

and we'll begin the tour.

The facility you're in is called the J. Edgar Hoover Building.

It was finished in 1974 and built on the site of the original F.B.I. headquarters.

We'll also see a display on the "Ten Most Wanted. "

You might see a few of your relatives there. -

If you have any questions, feel free to ask, and I'll do my best to answer them.

If you have any questions, feel free to ask, and I'll do my best to answer them.