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6x19 (6xAB19) Three of a Kind

US Airdate: May 2, 1999

Disclaimer: The X-Files and all its characters and episodes are owned
by Chris Carter and 1013 Productions. This transcript was made without
their permission and it is absolutely forbidden to use it for commercial gain.
Thanks, Neo.

Please forgive the occasional random "Neonote" strewn throughout the
transcript. I figured I would share the little nuances I found with my
phellow philers.

(vo) = voiceover
(oc) = off camera


<TEASER>

(Scenes from "Unusual Suspects (5x01)")

CHRIS CARTER: Previously, on the X-Files...

SUSANNE MODESKI: My name is Susanne Modeski ...
I was an organic chemist for the Advanced Weapons Facility ...
I need to expose the US government's plot against its own people.

(Modeski kisses Byers.)

MODESKI: Tell the truth. Reach as many people as you can with it,
that's your weapon.

(Modeski is pulled into a non-descript car by two Men in Black and Mr. X.)

BYERS: Susanne!

(The car drives off.)

(Cut to black.)

(Fade in on a picturesque suburban home, as a white family car pulls
up in front of it and Byers steps out.)

BYERS: (vo) My name is John Fitzgerald Byers. I was named after
our 35th president, and I keep having this beautiful dream. In my dream,
the events of November 22nd, 1963, never happened. In it, my namesake
was never assassinated. Other things are different, too, in my dream.
My country is hopeful and innocent; young again. Young in spirit.
My fellow citizens trust their elect officials, never once having been
betrayed by them. My government is truly "of the people, by the people,
for the people." All my hopes for my country, for myself ...all are fulfilled.
I have everything a person could want: home and family ...and love.
Everything that counts for anything in life ... I have it. But the dream
ends the same way every time. I lose it all.

(As the voice-over progresses, he picks up the mail as he pushes through
the fence gate and starts up the walkway. At the door, he is met by two
twin girls (Neonote: house number 1057). He enters the house with his
daughters, passing through the foyer, into the kitchen, and, leaving the
girls in the house, out onto the back patio where he greets his golden
retriever. He continues, passing from the patio to the backyard lawn,
where he crosses the grass to find Susanne Modeski under a tree.
Susanne runs to him, hugging him and giving him a kiss. Pan around
them until we are behind Byers, our view cut off by his coat, and as we
pan around in front of him again, we see him standing in a desert,
holding a gold ring. Track out to see him alone in the landscape.)

(Fade to Black)

Opening Credits
Mulder rocks
Scully is IDDG

[TD NOTE: Pretty sure IDDG means Intellectually Drop Dead Gorgeous :-)]

Tagline: The Truth is Out There

(Commercial 1.)


<SCENE 1>

LAS VEGAS, NEVADA

(Fade in on a portion of the Las Vegas Strip, as we pan across to see a
large sign reading "DEF-CON '99," which then changes to "WELCOME
DEFENSE CONTRACTORS.")

(Inside a casino, we pan across the game floor to the front door of a
private suite.)

(Inside the private suite, we see a pair of hands deftly shuffling and
bridging a deck of cards. Crane up to see the face of the man doing
the shuffling.)

SHUFFLING MAN: The game is Texas Hold 'Em, gentlemen.

(Pan around the table to a Glasses Man on the Shuffling Man's left.)

GLASSES MAN: Bring your wife?

(Pan around to the Glasses Man's left to see the Bald Man.)

BALD MAN: You think I'm sitting here, I'd bring my wife?
Dumb ass brought his wife.

(Pan around to the Bald Man's left to see the Bearded Man.)

BEARDED MAN: 'Cause I'm the man; I say I'm playing poker, I play
poker. Meanwhile, your wife is back in Plano, boinking the mailman.

(The Bearded Man turns to his left to face an undercover Byers in
bone-rimmed glasses.)

BEARDED MAN: Hey, what's your name again?

BYERS: Funston. Stewart Funston.

BALD MAN: You bring a little lady, Stewart?

BYERS: Not married.

GLASSES MAN: Smart man, (tosses in a chip) hundred.

BYERS: You's guys come to this every year? Def-con?

GLASSES MAN: Every year. (looks at his cards) Ah, fold.

BALD MAN: Wouldn't miss it.

BEARDED MAN: Yeah. (throws down cards) Out!

BYERS: So, you guys, uh, working on anything interesting these days?

BALD MAN: Same old black ops crapola. You know what it's like.

GLASSES MAN: Hey, we're doing some neat stuff with neutron
bombardment. Yeah, you can cook somebody's brain in their skull,
like hard-boiling an egg.

(Byers mouths the word "wow." The Glasses Man looks at the Shuffling
Man who does not look pleased.)

GLASSES MAN: (defensively) It's neat stuff.

BALD MAN: Speaking of crapola ... (throws in cards) ... fold.

(Cut to the Glasses Man as a waiter, who we recognize as Frohike,
approaches with a napkin and drink for the Shuffling Man. The Shuffling
Man hands him a black chip.)

SHUFFLING MAN: Thank you.

FROHIKE: Oh ... a man of distinction.

(Frohike glances at Byers and the Shuffling Man catches Byers as he
drops his eyes back to his cards.)

SHUFFLING MAN: So you in, Mr. Funston?

BYERS: Yeah. (he throws some chips into the pot)

SHUFFLING MAN: Looks like it's just (throws in chips) you and me.

(Byers adds more chips to the pot)

BYERS: Another 200.

SHUFFLING MAN: I'll see your 200 ... (more chips in the pot) ...
and raise you one ... (plops more chips in the pot) ... thousand.

BALD MAN: Huh whoa!

BEARDED MAN: He's buying the pot stew.

BALD MAN: Three clubs showing ... could be a flush.

BYERS: One thousand. (adds his chips to the pot) And I raise you ...
(more chips) ... one thousand.

GLASSES MAN: The stones he has ...

(Frohike coughs in an exaggerated fashion, the Shuffling Man pays
attention but doesn't look at him)

SHUFFLING MAN: (pointing at Byers' DEF-CON badge) I see you
work for Conglomerate. You guys make a great AE-135 unit.

(Behind Byers' head, we track in tight on his right ear to see a tiny
receiver unit.)

LANGLY: (oc) Oh man ... don't freak ... don't ...

(Cut to another room somewhere in the hotel, where Langly sits at a
computer with a headset on. There are two monitors in front of him,
one which he uses to search for the information and one showing
a camera's view of the card game from behind Byers' hand.)

LANGLY: ...freak. I'm on it. AE-135...mmmm...bingo. 442 J-stroke,
A-135 air conditioning units for B-2 bombers. Talk air conditioners.

(Cut back to the private suite, on Byers.)

BYERS: Oh yeah, the AE-135 is a beauty. Keeps the B-2's frosty,
can practically see your breath.

SHUFFLING MAN: How'd you get all the bugs out of it?

BYERS: Ah, you know, trade secrets.

SHUFFLING MAN: Oh, come on, Stewart. You're among friends.
Seriously, how'd you get past the delamination thing?

(Cut back to Langly's room.)

LANGLY: Delamination ... searching.

(Cut back to the private suite.)

SHUFFLING MAN: Oh, uh, I'm sorry. I'll see your thousand ...
(drops chips into the pot) ... and raise you ... (sweeps his hand over
Byers' pile of chips) ... all you've got.

(Cut back to Langly's room.)

LANGLY: Systems tests, error rates ... nothing. Stall 'em. And fold.

((Neonote: Langly's t-shirt of the episode; Snoozonica) Cut back to the
private suite.)

BYERS: You wanna know how we fixed the delamination problem?
We subcontracted the whole damn thing to the Japanese, then triple-billed
the government. Same thing we always do. (the other men at the table
laugh except the Shuffling Man. Byers pushes his stack of chips into
the pile and drops his cards to the table) Queen-high flush.

SHUFFLING MAN: (smiles and drops his cards) King-high. (Frohike
drops his tray) Al, call security. Have them pick up Mr. "Funston" here.
(points at Frohike) And his partner.

BYERS: Delamination ... you made that up?

SHUFFLING MAN: My advice to you, "Stewart," or whatever your name
really is; poker is not your game.

(Byers and Frohike are escorted from the private suite. The gorilla-sized
security guard pushes Byers and Frohike back out to the game floor.
Frohike is now dressed in a white undershirt and suspenders as they've
taken his casino jacket.)

FROHIKE: Hey man, you wanna thunderdome, let's go.


<SCENE 2>

(Back to Langly's room, Byers and Frohike return.)

LANGLY: Three thousand dollars ... I told you to fold. It should have
been me in there playing, why does Byers get to do the undercover?

FROHIKE: (flicking Langly's hair) 'Cause this ain't Woodstock.

BYERS: Did we at least get some usable prints off the drink glasses?

FROHIKE: What, are you kidding? We had to leave them all behind.
How we gonna salvage this?

LANGLY: We're not. This convention's a bust. Five days and three
grand invested and we got bupkiss to show for it.

BYERS: Who was that player, anyway? The guy who made us,
he wasn't wearing a convention badge.

LANGLY: Nobody ever said his name.

BYERS: I think he's worth looking into.

(Suddenly, there are three knocks on the door. All three of them look
up in surprise, then at each other. Frohike moves to the door and flicks
off the lights, checking through the peep hole. Outside, two gangly-looking
men, Jimmy and Timmy, stand by the door. Jimmy is wearing a t-shirt
that reads "Government Patsy.")

JIMMY: CIA, open up.

(Frohike opens the door.)

FROHIKE: Hey, hey, hey. Jimmy and Timmy.

JIMMY: Hey. Where were you guys today?

BYERS: Around.

TIMMY: Oh yeah? Maybe snooping for some hot 411?

JIMMY: On the sneak tip?

LANGLY: Maybe...

TIMMY: Yeah, well maybe we were too.

JIMMY: And maybe we got some.

FROHIKE: Well maybe we did too.

JIMMY: (fronting for a moment, then gives up) Ah, we got bupkiss.
Buncha tight lipped defense contractors.

FROHIKE: Yeah, well I'm gonna go way out on a limb here and say,
it's the t-shirt.

LANGLY: Yeah, maybe both of you could wear one that says
"I'm with stupid."

JIMMY: You just don't get it, man. This says that I'm on to them.
This says that I comprehend the military industrial power dynamic.
That's what this whole thing is about; wetworks, political assassination.
That's their theme for this year.

BYERS: Where did you hear that?

JIMMY: Oh yeah, like I'm gonna reveal my sources. Suffice it to say,
there's some big new stealth assassination technology that's supposed
to be unveiled here. And I will be there, front row.

(Frohike makes a face at Jimmy like kids do on the schoolyard)

TIMMY: In the meantime, we're hitting the restaurant.

JIMMY: Yeah, all you can eat lobster buffet.

TIMMY: Free floor show ... plenty of boobage. You guys down?

(Langly nods and starts to leave)

BYERS: You go ahead.

(Langly leaves with Timmy and Jimmy.)

FROHIKE: I'll catch up.

(Frohike closes the door (Neonote: room number 1044).
He and Byers retreat into the hotel room.)

FROHIKE: You're one hell of a sad-sack, Byers.

(Byers sits down at the computer desk)

BYERS: Lay off about the poker game.

FROHIKE: No, that's not what I'm talking about. (he sits down on
the bed facing Byers and starts putting on his cool fingerless gloves)
You're the one who pushes the hardest for us to come to these
conventions, then you get all squirrelly once we get here.
You're still looking for her, aren't you? Susanne Modeski.

BYERS: We met her at a convention.

FROHIKE: Ten years ago. In Baltimore. Now we both know what
happened to her. Most likely, she's dead.

BYERS: No. She was a brilliant scientist, too important to the
government.

FROHIKE: Buddy, either way, I know we're both hoping she's in a
better place than Las Vegas. (beat) C'mon. All you can eat lobster.

(Byers smiles.)


<SCENE 3>

(On the game floor, Byers and Frohike head to the restaurant.)

BYERS: I almost won.

FROHIKE: Yeah, you and everyone else. (stops at a slot machine
(Neonote: modest jackpot for Vegas; only $29,153.43) Whoa, Byers,
check this out. I'm feeling lucky.

(Frohike drops a coin and pulls the level, but as the rollers spin, Byers
attention is quickly drawn away by something else. Across the floor,
he sees Susanne Modeski. (Neonote: When the first roller stops,
it's a BAR, but when we see it again, it's a space instead. What gives?).)

BYERS: It can't be.

FROHIKE: What?

(Byers starts across the floor, searching through row after row of slot
machines. Just ahead of him, we see Susanne walking obliviously
across the game floor. Byers notices her and gives chase, running
into an older man and knocking him over, going down as well.
The man's cup full of coins is scattered all over the floor.)

BYERS: I'm so sorry. I'm sorry.

(When Byers looks up, Susanne is nowhere to be found.
Frohike catches up.)

FROHIKE: Byers ... what the hell's going on?


<SCENE 4>

(Dana Scully's apartment. The cellphone ringing next to her bed wakes
her up. She turns on the light and answers.)

SCULLY: Yeah, Scully.

MULDER'S VOICE: (oc) Hey, Scully, it's me.

SCULLY: Mulder, what time is it?

MULDER'S VOICE: (oc) 2:34am. (beat) Listen, Scully, I need you
on the next flight to Las Vegas.

SCULLY: Las Vegas? Why?

MULDER'S VOICE: (oc) It's the Lone Gunmen. They're onto something big.

SCULLY: What, exactly?

(Back in the Lone Gunmen's hotel room, we see a computer screen, which
we quickly realize is synthesizing Mulder's voice. The computer is being
operated by none other than Byers.)

MULDER'S VOICE: It's really important. Trust me.

SCULLY: Yeah, I trust you, Mulder, it's the Three Stooges I'm not so
sure about.

(Langly and Frohike exchange a look)

MULDER'S VOICE: Look, I can't talk over an unsecured line.
Please just get here. It's an emergency.

(Back to Scully as she sighs and gives in)

SCULLY: Okay. Okay, okay. Okay.

(She hangs up, cut back to The Lone Gunmen)

LANGLY: What if she calls him back?

BYERS: I trapped her cell number. If she calls him, it rings here.

FROHIKE: (laughs) She's gonna kick our ass.
What do you need Scully for, anyway?

BYERS: We're up against agents of the government.
We need our own government agent.

LANGLY: And that would be Mulder. Why do you want just Scully?

FROHIKE: (laughs and shakes his head) She's gonna kick our ass.

BYERS: (getting agitated) Mulder's too high profile. He's virtually a
household name to the black ops who kidnapped Susanne in Baltimore.

LANGLY: Byers, I've hacked into the hotel computers, Susanne Modeski's
not registered here. Are you sure you saw her; are you absolutely,
positively sure?

BYERS: It was her. She's here. I've got to find her!

FROHIKE: You've gotta find some ice, you need a drink.

(Cut to the inside of an ice machine as Byers opens it and fills up a small
bucket. About to head back to his hotel room, he hears the elevator bell
ding and then sees the Shuffling Man pass going down the hallway. Byers
follows him to a room, where he knocks and is answered by Susanne Modeski.
(Neonote: hotel room 1066) Byers watches from his hiding place around
the corner of the hallway as The Shuffling Man kisses her, then enters the
room. Susanne closes the door with the "Do Not Disturb" sign hung from
the handle. Byers looks surprised and concerned.)

(Fade to black.)


<SCENE 5>

(From the bottom of the ice bucket, we see Byers drop his face into the
cold water.)

LANGLY: (oc) Byers is trying to kill himself.

(Across the room, Langly and Frohike sit at a computer terminal.)

FROHIKE: Stop trying to kill yourself, Byers, it's not deep enough.
Come see what we got. Room 1066, registered to our mystery poker player,
one Grant Ellis. New Mexico plates on his car.

LANGLY: Which come back listed "DoD motor pool." Signed out from...

BYERS: (reads the screen) Whitestone, New Mexico.
(Neonote: license plate number 5J493-DL4)

FROHIKE: The advanced army weapons facility. Where Susanne worked.

LANGLY: Ellis's credit cards get billed directly to the Administrative
Offices. He's looking like he's some kind of shadow government "poobah."

BYERS: He brainwashed her.

(Langly and Frohike exchanges looks.)

BYERS: Well that's what they do there! The AH gas she developed.
Call it psychological warfare, behavior modification, but it's all about mind
control. And undoubtedly, the process has been refined in the last decade.
She ran from them, refused to take part in their tests, their crimes against
the American people, there's no way she would choose to be working for
them now, working for that guy ... (he spits out the words with disgust)
... kissing him. Clearly he brainwashed her.

(Frohike and Langly exchange another look.)

FROHIKE: I know a way to find out.


<SCENE 6>

(In the hallway, Frohike, wearing a one-piece overall with the word
"Maintenance" on the back and carrying a duffle bag over his shoulder,
makes his way to room 1066. He is cut off by a maid before approaching
the door.)

FROHIKE: Buenos dias.

(Frohike drops back and watches as the maid opens door 1066.
He lifts up his glove to check the time on his watch and winces.)

(Cut to the game floor, near the private suite. Byers walks by wearing
glasses, his hand to his temple. He spots something and crouches by
a vase of flowers to look. He sees the security guard from earlier, Al,
checking people going into a conference room. He shakes his head,
returns to the lobby where Langly is waiting and takes off the glasses.)

BYERS: I can't get into the conference. The guard who threw me out
is working the door.

LANGLY: Let me go.

(Byers picks up a section of Langly's hair with his fingers. Suddenly,
Jimmy and two other guys, a Red-Headed Guy and a Bald Guy,
sneak up behind Byers, Jimmy grabbing his shoulder.)

JIMMY: CIA, freeze.

(The three crack up laughing, Jimmy high-fiving one of the other guys.)

LANGLY: That just keeps getting funnier.
Where's your girlfriend, Timmy?

JIMMY: Ah, out in the desert. There's this naked chick who'll teach
you how to shoot machine guns. It costs 200 beans though, I told him
he was a putz. (notices Byers) What's the matter, Byers?
Your bestest dog die? What's up?

LANGLY: Trying to figure out how to get into the Saguaro Room.

RED-HEADED GUY: Good luck. That's the Holy Grail. Bug sweeps...

BALD GUY: Casino security outside, government security inside.
There's no way any of us are getting in.

JIMMY: I can get in there. And I will, too. When the time is right.

LANGLY: Doo-doo, kaa-kaa, poo-poo.

JIMMY: Oh, go brush your hair, Michael Bolton. (his two buddies laugh)
There's a hole in their security, I've got it all figured out. But there's nothing
worth hearing in there until tomorrow, when they unveil their new assassination
technology.

LANGLY: Again with the assassination technology.

BYERS: I need to get in there, Jimmy. I need to know what's happening
in there today. If you can really get in there, prove it.


<SCENE 7>

(Inside of a ventalation shaft, Jimmy crawls through the thin duct.
He flips open the slats of one of the vent gates to see inside the room
where Grant Ellis is giving a presentation and starts video recording
the conference with a small digital camera. We can vaguely make
out what Ellis is saying.)

ELLIS: .... in combat can be established. Now, if you'll take a look at
the kill ratio productivity chart we've provided for you and turn to ...
page 22 there ... you'll see that we've experienced a marked ...

(Jimmy zooms in one Susanne Modeski seated at the conference table.)

JIMMY: Oooh, there's your fascist chickie, Byers.

ELLIS: ... first and second quarterly periods of the previous year.
But, before we're tempted to pat ourselves on the back for this we have
to remember these figures ...

(Looking down into the room, Jimmy suddenly recognizes someone
seated at one of the tables.)

JIMMY: Timmy? (zooms in) Damn...

ELLIS: .... the current operations in Bagdad. These operations,
originally budgeted for fiscal year '97, were ... if you'll refer to page 26,
I believe ...

(Suddenly, Jimmy leans on a soft spot and causes the metal to make a
small thud. Timmy turns his head to look as Jimmy quickly slides back
out of the vent. He kicks open the vent gate he first came through, only
to be suddenly pulled out of the shaft by two Men in Black.)

JIMMY: Oh, woah, woah! Hey, hold on! Hold on!

(The Men in Black hold Jimmy up against the wall as Timmy enters from
the shadows.)

JIMMY: You're one of them ...

(Timmy takes the digital camera and hands it to one of the Men in Black.)

TIMMY: You really screwed things up, Jimmy.

(Timmy quickly checks Jimmy for a weapon.)

TIMMY: We had big plans for you.

JIMMY: Big plans?

(Timmy points to the words "Government Patsy" on Jimmy's t-shirt.
Jimmy finally gets it.)

JIMMY: Political assassination. I was right.
I was right about the whole thing!

TIMMY: Every good plan needs a patsy.

(Timmy nods to one of the Men in Black, who holds Jimmy's head to
the side. Timmy then gives him an injection behind the ear with a
metallic instrument.)


<SCENE 8>

(Back in the casino lobby, Byers and Langly approach Scully,
who has just arrived and is handing her bags over to a bellhop.)

SCULLY: Could you, uh, take this up, please?

BELLHOP: Sure.

(Bellhop leaves as Byers and Langly arrive.)

BYERS: Agent Scully.

SCULLY: Where's Agent Mulder, I've been trying to call him.

LANGLY: He's, uh, I think that his, phone's messed up.

BYERS: He may be hard to reach for the next few hours,
he suggested we work with you, bring you up to speed.

SCULLY: By all means, bring me up to speed.

(Byers is about to explain when four people pass by walking quickly,
a female manager, a security guard and two paramedics.)

WALKIE-TALKIE VOICE: (oc) <undeterminable speech ending with
"subject, over.">

FEMALE MANAGER: (to her radio) Subject's name is James Bellmont, over.
(to other guards) This way.

LANGLY: Oh, man. Jimmy.

(Outside, the three guards, along with Byers, Langly and Scully, run to a
bus that has stopped.)

BUS DRIVER: He just jumped; no warning, no nothing.
He just, dived right out in front of me.

(Camera pans down to a very dead and very bloody Jimmy under the
wheel, his glasses pushed down and covering his mouth.)

LANGLY: Oh, God, it is Jimmy.

BUS DRIVER: It's not my fault. He was just standing there, and then
he just dives under the bus.

BYERS: This wasn't a suicide.

SCULLY: You know this man?

(Byers leaves.)

SCULLY: What's going on here?

(Langly doesn't answer. Scully lets out a big sigh.)


<SCENE 9>

(Back inside the hotel, the maid is finally leaving room 1066. After she
is out of sight, Frohike emerges from the doorway of the room down the
hall where he's been waiting and opens the door with a keycard hacking
unit. Cut to the view from inside the duffle bag as Frohike pulls out a
screwdriver and then a small digital camera. Cut to inside the vent as
he pulls off the grate and begins to put the camera inside. He stops
and put his camera down on the floor as our view is pulled back to show
Frohike's face illuminated on another camera's viewscreen. He grabs
the camera and pulls out the tape. Suddenly he hears someone opening
the door and he quickly replaces the camera and then the grate. Just as
Susanne Modeski enters the room, he heads into the bathroom. She
passes the bathroom door and changes into a bathrobe before heading
for the bathroom. Just as she is about to enter, three knocks eminate
from the door. She leaves the bathroom door for the front door, checking
through the peep hole to see who it is. Outside in the hallway, Byers
stands by as Susanne opens the door.)

BYERS: Susanne, do you remember me?

MODESKI: John, what are you doing here?

BYERS: I'm here to save you.

MODESKI: From what?

BYERS: I don't think you are yourself. I think that, uh, you've been
mistreated and confused, and, and, I'm afraid that your, your beliefs,
your opinions, are no longer your own.

MODESKI: As in, I've been brainwashed? I don't know what to tell you.
I haven't been.

BYERS: Your life may be in danger, Susanne.
A friend of mine has just been killed. Murdered.

MODESKI: What?

BYERS: And that man that you're with...

MODESKI: My fiance?

(Byers looks stunned.)

MODESKI: I'm sorry John, I, I think you better go.

(Susanne starts to close the door, but Byers stops her.)

BYERS: No, wait. Wait. Ten years ago, I saw you thrown into a car.
Kidnapped right in front of me. Did that not happen? Did I just dream
all of that?

MODESKI: It happened. But things got better.

(Susanne takes Byers' hand off the door and closes it. She locks the
door, then heads into the bathroom. As she runs a bath, we see the
vent gate in the ceiling close back into place as Frohike makes his
escape.)

(Outside in the hall, Byers is leaving when a bag falls from the ceiling
and hits him in the head. He looks up to see an open vent gate with
Frohike's head poking out.)

FROHIKE: Oops. Sorry, buddy.

(Frohike drops from the vent gate, lands, and pulls the tape out of his
pocket to show it to Byers.)

FROHIKE: That Susanne's a popular girl.


<SCENE 10>

CLARK COUNTY MORGUE

SCULLY: You're absolutely sure you wanna be here for this?

LANGLY: Oh yeah. I'm cool. Let's just find out what killed him.

SCULLY: Okay.

(As Scully uncovers the body, Langly looks horrified. Scully clicks on the
microphone above her and begins the autopsy.)

SCULLY: James Bellmont, age 29. Visual exam reveals injuries
consistent with massive trauma. Multiple rib fractures with concomgent
hemoraging, both internal and external. His spine is fractured and partially
exposed.

LANGLY: What if "they" did something to him?
You know, to make him pancake himself?

SCULLY: Who's "they?"

LANGLY: You know, "them."

(Scully nods with a yeah-right attitude.)

SCULLY: I'll begin with the Y-incision.

(Scully pulls the surgical mask over her nose and mouth, puts on a pair
of goggles and proceeds to make the cuts of the Y-incision. As she
penetrates the flesh, Langly looks around uncomfortably. When the
incision is finished, she peels back the first flap of skin, at which point
Langly looks away. While the camera view doesn't show much, the
blood and exposed ribs reflect clearly in Scully's goggles. Langly's
glasses reflect the same scene but not clearly as he can't stop shaking.
As Scully proceeds, Langly looks more and more ready to vomit.)

SCULLY: Langly, will you go over there and pass me the striker saw
please, it's right there on the counter.

(Langly picks up the saw, but finally loses it, dropping the saw and
rushing out through the double doors to throw up in the next room.)

SCULLY: Are you okay, Langly?

(Scully leans down to pick up the saw, but as she stands back up,
she notices a small needle-puncture wound behind Jimmy's right ear.
Just as she is about to stand up, though, Timmy grabs her from behind,
his hand over her mouth, and gives her the same injection he gave
Jimmy earlier.)

(Fade to black.)

(Commercial 2.)


<SCENE 11>

(Back in Clark County Morgue, Langly is still suffering from nauseous
trauma. He continues to throw up in the sink with the water running.
He hears a thud in the autopsy room as Scully drops to the floor after
receiving Timmy's injection.)

LANGLY: Scully?

(Langly stumbles back into the autopsy room to find Scully unconscious
on the floor. He hurries to her and revives her.)

LANGLY: Scully. Wake up. Are you okay?

(He supports her back as she gets into a seated position.)

SCULLY: What happened?

LANGLY: I'm thinking that you got a little queasy and took a header.
You know blood and guts can bother some people.

(She removes her mask and speaks slowly.)

SCULLY: Yeah, I guess.

LANGLY: You gonna be alright?

(She turns to look at him.)

SCULLY: Sure, cutie.

(Langly looks confused. Scully struggles back to her feet, swaying slightly.
She grabs some of the sheet covering Jimmy's body as she stands and
quickly covers the body with it pulling off her gloves.)

LANGLY: So ... you're done with Jimmy?

SCULLY: Done, done, done. (tries to push table) How do you roll this
thing?

LANGLY: Uhhhm, Scully? What killed him?

SCULLY: My medical opinion? BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!
(claps hands loudly)

LANGLY: And that's all you found?

SCULLY: That's all I know.

(Scully tries to push the table again, but loses her footing and slips,
falling to the floor again.)

LANGLY: Scully?


<SCENE 12>

(Back in the Lone Gunmen's hotel room, Frohike inserts the tape he
took from the camera in Susanne's room and plays it.

BYERS: What'd you find out?

LANGLY: Autopsy was negatory. Jimmy squished himself.

FROHIKE: And where is the scruptious Agent Scully?

LANGLY: She said she had something important to do.
Man, she is seriously jetlagged. (looks at tape) You got product already?

FROHIKE: No, an earlier bird got the worm. (starts tape)

MODESKI ON TAPE: ...it's like they're keeping tabs on us, watching us.

ELLIS ON TAPE: Honey, you worry too much. The plan is still on
schedule. Everything's falling into place. We've worked so long and
so hard for this.

(As Ellis begins kissing Modeski, Byers stops the tape.)

BYERS: It's not her. They're making her do this somehow.

FROHIKE: Buddy, now, I know something about the fairer sex.
Trust me, you can bring a horse to water, but you can't make her drink.

BYERS: She would not marry that man.

MODESKI: You don't know him like I do.

(Byers, Langly and Frohike turn to see Modeski standing in their open
doorway.)

LANGLY: How'd you get in here?

(Modeski holds up the keycard hacking unit that Frohike used to break
into her room.)

MODESKI: One of you left this in my room.

(Langly takes the unit and hands it to an embarrassed Frohike.)

MODESKI: Grant Ellis saved my life. He's saved the lives of thousands.

FROHIKE: (laughs) Hah.

MODESKI: I need to talk to you, John, I need to try and explain
everything.

LANGLY: (to Frohike) C'mon, let's hit the slots.

FROHIKE: (to Byers) Watch your back. (to Modeski) Mata Hari.

(Langly and Frohike leave.)

MODESKI: You said something about a friend being murdered.

BYERS: Not that I can prove it. But I think he saw something he was
not supposed to see at your conference. You may be in danger.

MODESKI: I am. Always. So is Grant. (turns away) I've thought
about this moment so many times. All the things I would say to you
if I ever saw you again. And then there you were, at my door, and I ...
(turns back to Byers) They took me ten years ago. They did things to me.
And it was like drowning every day; under water, struggling to breathe,
and one day, a hand broke the surface, reached down and pulled me up.
I wanted it to be you, John. It was Grant. He worked for them on The
Project. I didn't trust him, not for years. Not until I realized that he was
working against them in his own way; stalling them, sabotaging their tests.
He reminded me of you.

(Cut to the game floor, Langly and Frohike gambling away on the slots.)

FROHIKE: They're just lucky I got a conscience.

LANGLY: How's that?

FROHIKE: If I unleashed my true kung-fu on this casino, I could break the
bank within a week.

LANGLY: And find yourself buried under six feet of desert dirt.

(Timmy walks up from behind them.)

TIMMY: Hey guys.

FROHIKE: Hey Timmy. I'm sorry about Jimmy.

TIMMY: Hey, Langly, the guys are all up in my room for a round
of Dungeons and Dragons in honor of Jimmy.

LANGLY: (puts his hand on his heart) Lord Manhammer will be in
attendance.

(Timmy smiles and leaves.)

LANGLY: (to Frohike) I'm gonna go play a little D&D, uh, in memorium.

FROHIKE: That's touching, man.

(Frohike turns back to his slot machine as Langly leaves, but soon his
attention is caught by a familiar laugh. He crosses the floor to find
Scully surrounded by a hoard of men.)

FROHIKE: Scully?

SCULLY: Aw, hey. Long time, no see.

(The man to Scully's right leans in and whispers something into her ear.)

SCULLY: No, that's not nice. I like Hickey.

(Scully rubs Frohike's head, messing up his hair. A moment later,
a pack of cigarettes is held out by one Agent Morris Fletcher, whom
we all remember from the Dreamland/Dreamland II fiasco.)

FLETCHER: Cigarette?

(Scully leans in and seductively removes a cigarette from the pack
with her lips.)

FROHIKE: You don't smoke.

SCULLY: But who's got a match?

(In less than a second, a dozen lighters pop in front of her.)

SCULLY: Well ... I just can't decide who lights my fire.

FROHIKE: That's it. (grabs cigarette from Scully's mouth)
Alright, you dandies, back off. This is Special Agent Dana Scully of
the FBI. If you so much as touch her, you may be committing a federal
offense. (to Scully) Come on, come on.

(As Frohike pulls Scully away, Fletcher says his goodbyes.)

FLETCHER: We could have been stardust.

SCULLY: Maybe next time.

(Scully gives Fletcher one good slap on the ass before Frohike finally
pulls her away.)


<SCENE 13>

(Inside a hotel room, the door opens to reveal Langly and Timmy.)

LANGLY: Hope you brought your wallet, my friend, just because this
is a memorial ... (enters room and sees two Men in Black) ... game.
What's this?

TIMMY: Oh, we have got a game for you.

(Grabs Langly firmly on the shoulder.)

LANGLY: Man ...

(Back in the Lone Gunmen's room, Modeski and Byers are looking at
the tape.)

ELLIS ON TAPE: Trust me, this is gonna work.

(Modeski stops the tape.)

MODESKI: You didn't tape this?

BYERS: No.

MODESKI: Which means they surveilled us.
They know our plans, they know everything.

BYERS: What is your plan?

MODESKI: To escape. This conference was our chance to slip out
on the last day. Go public with our files, all our weapons research.
We could finally make it happen this time. We'd gathered up enough proof.
The public is ready to believe now more than ever. They know everything.
They'll kill us, John; Grant and me both.

(Just then, the door opens and Frohike enters with a stumbling Scully.)

SCULLY: (laughing) Hi.

FROHIKE: Settle down, settle down. (sits Scully down on the bed)

SCULLY: (laughing and grinning) Okay, okay, okay, okay.

FROHIKE: I found Agent Scully-go-lightly holding court ...
(Scully grabs Frohike's ass) ... bar!

BYERS: I've never seen her drunk before ...