1992 : In a Motel room in The Great State of Washington it is somewhere around 3 a.m. — FBI Special Agent Dr. Dana Scully is laying on the bed and her brand new partner, Fox ‘Spooky’ Mulder sits in front of it on the floor.
MULDER:
I was twelve when it happened.
My sister was 8.
She just disappeared out of her bed one night.
Just gone, vanished.
No note,
no phone calls,
no evidence of anything.
SCULLY:
You never found her.
MULDER:
It tore The Family apart.
No one would talk about it.
There were no facts to confront,
nothing to offer any hope.
SCULLY:
What did you do?
MULDER:
Eventually, I went off to school in England,
I came back, got recruited by The Bureau.
Seems I had a natural aptitude
for applying behavioural models
to criminal cases.
My Success allowed me a certain freedom to pursue my own interests.
And that's when [ Reggie/Diana Fowley, and] I came across The X-Files.
(He turns to face her.)
SCULLY:
By accident?
[ A. No. ]
MULDER:
At first, it looked like a garbage dump for UFO sightings,
alien abduction reports,
the kind of stuff that most people laugh at as being ridiculous.
But I was fascinated.
I read all the cases I could get my hands on, hundreds of them.
I read everything I could about paranormal phenomenon,
about the occult and...
(He sighs and drifts off into thought.)
SCULLY:
What?
MULDER:
There's Classified Government Information I've being trying to access,
but someone has been blocking my attempts to get at it.
SCULLY:
Who? I don't understand.
(She sits up a little.)
MULDER:
Someone at A Higher Level of Power.
The only reason I've been allowed to continue with My Work is because I've made connections in Congress.
SCULLY:
And they're afraid of what?
That, that you'll leak this information?
MULDER:
You're a part of that agenda, you know that.
SCULLY:
I'm not a part of any agenda.
You've got to Trust Me —
I'm here, just like you, to solve this.
(He moves closer, kneeling.)
MULDER:
I'm telling you this, Scully,
because you need to know,
because of what you've seen.
In My Research, I've worked very closely with a man named Dr. Heitz Werber and he's taken me through deep regression hypnosis.
I've been able to go into my own repressed memories to the night My Sister disappeared.
I can recall a bright light outside and a presence in The Room.
I was paralysed, unable to respond to My Sister's calls for Help.
(He moves even closer, talking louder.)
Listen to Me, Scully,
This Thing EXISTS.
SCULLY:
But how do you know...
MULDER:
The Government knows about it,
and I gotta know
what They're protecting.
Nothing else matters to me,
and this is as close as I've ever gotten to it.
My Dear Will.
You must be healed by now.
On The Outside, at least.
I hope you're not too ugly.
What a collection of scars you have!
Never forget who gave you The Best of Them.
And be grateful.
Our Scars have The Power to remind us that The Past was Real.
We live in a primitive
time, don't we, Will?
Neither Savage nor Wise.
Half-measures are The Curse of it.
Any rational Society would either kill me or put me to some use.
So you Dream much, Will?
I think of you often.
Your Old Friend,
Hannibal Lecter.
Hannibal? There's someone here to see you.
Wants to ask a few questions.
I said you'd probably refuse.
A young woman. Says she's from the FBI.
Though she's far too pretty, if you ask me.
I'll tell her you said no.
What is her name?
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