Showing posts with label Coronavirus. Show all posts
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Monday, 31 May 2021

Watch My Dreams




The SIMULANT CAPTAIN's face appears on the monitor.


SIMULANT CAPTAIN: 

We have made some improvements to your craft.  

Now at least you may prove to be of some small amusement.


SIMULANT LIEUTENANT: 

You have two Earth minutes before we attack.


RIMMER: 

Let's get out of here.


CAT: 

Wait, I know This Game.  

It's called Cat and Mouse

and there's only one way to win -- 

Don't Be The Mouse.


LISTER: 

What are you saying?


CAT: 

I'm saying, 

The Mouse never wins.  


Not unless you believe those

  lying cartoons.  


We Don't Run, We Strike.  

It's The Last Thing They'll Be Expecting.


RIMMER: 

No, The Last Thing They'll Be Expecting 

is for us to turn into ice-skating mongooses 

and to dance The Bolero.  


And your plan makes

 about as much sense.


LISTER: 

I Say "Go with it."


KRYTEN: 

Agreed.


CAT: 

You're gonna go with one of my plans?  

Are you nuts?  


What happens if we all get killed?  

I'll never hear the last of it!


13 Model Shot.


Starbug pivots in flight 

and fires it's new laser cannons into the side

of the simulant ship.


14 Int. Simulant Ship.


The simulants look worried.


SIMULANT CAPTAIN: 

What are They doing?  

Power up The Weapons!


15 Int. Starbug Cockpit.


LISTER: 

Nailed Them.


16 Int. Simulant Ship.


SIMULANT LIEUTENANT: 

Fluke hit.


SIMULANT CAPTAIN: 

Take them with Us.


SIMULANT LIEUTENANT: 

Can't return fire.


SIMULANT CAPTAIN: 

Hack into their navigation computer.  

Transmit 

The  Armageddon Virus.


17 Int. Stabug cockpit.


The NaviComp starts to spark.


LISTER: 

What is it ?


KRYTEN: 

The NaviComp, something's wrong.



SIMULANT CAPTAIN: 

(On screen) 

See you in Silicon Hell.


18 Model Shot.


The simulant ship explodes.


19 Int. Starbug Cockpit.


KRYTEN: 

Shutdown all network links.  

The navicomp has been infected with 

A Virus.


LISTER: 

The NaviComp has frozen us out, 

we're locked on this course.  


If we carry on ahead at this speed, 

how long before we hit Trouble?


RIMMER: 

Well if you define 'Trouble' as a rather large moon 

directly in our path, about 38 minutes.


KRYTEN

Sir, The Only Solution is for me to 

contract The Virus myself,

  analyze it's structure 

and 

attempt to create a software antidote 

before it wipes out my core program.


Do I have your permission to sacrifice myself, sirs?


RIMMER: 

Do Lemmings like cliffs?  

Granted!


KRYTEN: 

I am going to have to create 

A Dove Program.


CAT: 

Dove program?


KRYTEN: 

A Dove Program spreads Peace through The System, 

obliterating the viral cells as it goes.


KRYTEN puts on head sensors 

and contracts the virus from the navicomp.


KRYTEN: 

The Virus is extremely complex.  


I will have to dedicate all my

  run-time to its solution.  


Shutting down all non essential systems.


LISTER: 

Is there anything we can do?  

Can we help?


KRYTEN: 

WATCH MY DREAMS.



*******


CAT: 

Wait, we're getting something.


21 Ext. Streets Of Laredo. Day.


The Monitor clears and KRYTEN is shown, 

dressed as a Sheriff in an 1800's

Western town.  


He is Drunk.


He throws an empty whisky bottle away 

before pausing before a wanted poster 

of the Apocalypse boys 

and entering a saloon.


22 Int. Ops Room.


CAT: 

What is This?


LISTER: 

I think we've tapped directly into 

whatever passes for Kryten's sub-concious.


CAT: 

Why is he A Sheriff in Some Old Western?


Because The Sheriff is allowed to Kill People -- 

Under Certain Circumstances.


Unlike A Policeman, he is 

Hired, Elected and Paid 

by The Community to DO it.


Because They Can't.


And sometimes, on The Frontier,

People Need to be Killed.


LISTER: 

Must be how his core program is coping with 

The Battle against The Virus.


For whatever reason it's converted The Struggle 

into some kind of dream.


23 Int. Saloon. Day.


Busy.  

A PIANO PLAYER plays a honky tonk version 

of Red Dwarf theme :

KRYTEN enters and tries to steer 

his way towards the bar.  


He passes JIMMY - a smooth oaf, 

playing cards with some unruly COWPOKES.


JIMMY: 

Well, well, well Sheriff, fancy seeing 

A Man of your sober disposition 

in a low-down drinking establishment.


KRYTEN: 

Now, now boys, I don't want any Trouble.  

Just doing my rounds.


As KRYTEN steps toward the bar JIMMY trips him up.


KRYTEN: 

You shouldn't ought to have done that Jimmy.


There is a scrape of stools and tables 

and JIMMY stands, hands on guns.


JIMMY: 

Why don't you try it, Sheriff.  

They say you used to be faster

  than a toilet stop in rattlesnake country.


KRYTEN: 

Sorry I tripped over your boot there Mr Jimmy, sir.  Arrrhhheeemm.

  Didn't mean any harm by it.


KRYTEN turns to the bar.


KRYTEN: 

Give me two fingers of your best sipping liquor, Miss Lola, 

and make it the smooth stuff — 

The stuff where you get your eyesight back after two days.  Guaranteed.


JIMMY: 

( Looking out of The Saloon Doors )

The Apocalypse Boys is Here.  


( General Panic, giving way to hushed silence. )


They's asking for you, Sheriff.


KRYTEN: 

I'll be right out.


KRYTEN takes numerous gulps of whisky 

before leaving the saloon to face

The Apocalypse Boys on The Porch.


24 Ext. Streets Of Laredo. Day.


The FOUR HORSEMEN OF THE APOCALYPSE 

sit menacingly on horseback outside the saloon. 


The bat-wing doors part and a nervous 

KRYTEN emerges swigging from a bottle of hooch.


KRYTEN: 

I don't believe I've had the pleasures, sirs.


DEATH spits out some chewing tobacco, 

which fizzles on the street like acid.


DEATH: 

The Name's Death.  

And These Here're My Brothers.  


Brother War...


WAR laughs and flames shoot out of his mouth.


DEATH: 

Brother Famine...


Fat FAMINE nods and takes a bite of chicken.


DEATH: 

and Brother Pestilence.


PESTILENCE grins, showing horrible broken teeth.  

He swipes idly at the swarm of buzzing flies around his head.


KRYTEN: 

Well, you seem like a nice neighbourly bunch of boys.  

How can I be Of Service?


All FOUR APOCALYPSE BOYS draw, 

shooting KRYTEN's hat off, 

and his bottle from his hand, 

as he dances around trying to avoid the hail of bullets.


Finally the  gunfire stops.


DEATH: 

We want your sorry ass out of Here.  

You got one hour.


DEATH spits a sizzler again, and THE FOUR HORSEMEN turn and gallop under

a dangling sign:  

'YOU ARE NOW LEAVING EXISTENCE'


and as The HORSEMEN

ride under it, They disappear.  


KRYTEN takes off His Sheriff's Star 

and throws it on The Ground.


25 Int. Ops Room.


LISTER: 

He's losing The Battle. 

Look at his lifesigns, they're barely registering.


CAT: 

Isn't there some way we can 

Get in There and Help Him?  


Somehow turn ourselves 

into tiny electronic people 

and get into His Dream?  


Isn't there some sort of gizmo 

lying around someplace that can do that?  

And if not, (slaps table) why not?!


RIMMER: 

Look, I think we've all got something 

we can bring to this discussion.


But I think from now on, 

the thing you should bring is Silence.


LISTER: 

No, no, no, I think he's got something.


CAT: 

Twice in one lifetime!  

When you're hot, you're hot.


LISTER: 

If we link up the Artificial Reality console to Kryten's Mind

we should be able to project directly into his dream state 

like it was a normal Computer Game.


CAT: 

What did I tell you?  

We don't even have to leave the room!


RIMMER: 

What about me?


LISTER: 

We'll shut all extraneous systems 

and power up your hard-light drive.


Come on guys, lets get these wagons rolling.

Friday, 13 November 2020

Monkey Brains


MAN LOOKING AT GRAPH: 
There's a contaminant in The System!

(Cancer Man looks at the graph in HORROR --)

Cigarette-Smoking Man : 
Mulder has The Vaccine!




If it fooled you, it will fool The Cybermen. 

They're robots, but they've got Monkey Brains. 

You can always fool a Monkey Brain with a little bit of Theatre.



Let’s go in there and give Them something They cannot digest. 
Something They cannot process. 

Something So Toxic, 
So Dangerous, So Powerful.. 

That it Will Breed, 
and 
Destroy Them UTTERLY.

Not Destroy Them – turn Them into Us. 
Because That’s What We Want

We want everybody to be cool. 

We don’t want to go in and think: 
“That guy over there’s gonna kill me; that guy hates me; that guy’s got some fucking weird agenda.”

Don’t we just wanna talk? And let it all go, and just say: 
“Hey, I’m interested in you; 
What have you got to tell me?”

That’s what it’s all about, isn’t it? 
We communicate; 
We join up; 
We make networks; 
We make things happen.

And there are Some People in The World 
Who Don’t Wanna Do That.

So let Us infect Them.

Infect Them to the point where They become Us.
Where there’s nothing left in This World, but Us.

And then some kid’ll come up and fuck that as well.
And that’ll be exactly what we need at the time.

And that’s me finished, so thank you very much.












SCENE 20 
HOSPITAL

FROHIKE: 
What are you doing?

LANGLY: 
Reading his chart.

FROHIKE: 
Put it down.

LANGLY: 
I'll put it down when I'm ready.

BYERS: 
I think he's coming out of it.

LANGLY: 
He's coming to.

(The screen now shows a close-up view of our boys, The Lone Gunmen, as they hover over Mulder's hospital bed. Mulder is being fed oxygen through a tube in his nose, his head wrapped in bandages.)

FROHIKE
Hey, Mulder? Mulder?

MULDER
Oh my God. 
Cowardly Lion, Scarecrow, Toto!

Frohike's not pleased with the joke, 
but at least his friend is all right. 

Mulder tries to sit up and winces in pain, holding his head.

MULDER: 
What am I doing here?

BYERS: 
The bullet grazed your brow and (by itself?) your temporal plate.

LANGLY: 
A few centimeters to the left and we'd all be playing harps right now.

FROHIKE: 
You've been unconscious since they brought you in.

MULDER: 
(shooting up in the bed) 
Where's Scully?!

BYERS: 
We put together you called 911. 
That call must have been intercepted.

FROHIKE: 
Scully had a reaction to an Africanized honeybee 
we found in your hall.

Frohike holds up a vial containing the bee.

MULDER: 
I've got to get to her.

(Mulder attempts to stand up, is woozy and staggers a bit before sitting right back down. His door opens and Skinner walks in, going quickly to the staggering Mulder and helping to hold him up before he falls on his butt.)

SKINNER: 
Mulder, easy, easy. Look, you're staying right here.

MULDER: 
You don't understand, 
This goes all the way back to Dallas.

SKINNER: 
Tell me where she is, I'll find her.

MULDER: 
I don't know where she is! 
But I can think of someone who might.

SKINNER: 
You leave here unprotected, how far will you get? 
How far will they let you get? 
Because they'll know the minute you walk out of here!

LANGLY: 
What can we do?

(Mulder half-looks around at Langly, thinks a minute then formulates a plan.)

MULDER: 
You can strip Byers naked!

BYERS: 
What?!

Mulder reassures him they haven't slipped into a gizzie-penned fanfic! 
[An old atxf newsgroup joke! ]

MULDER: 
I need your clothes.

Mulder begins to tenderly remove his head bandage, 
wincing again. 

Next we see Langly, Frohike, and Mulder, disguised as Byers, exit the room. 

The guard outside the room looks in and sees "Mulder" 
lying on the hospital bed and Skinner pacing beside him talking into his cell phone. 

The three men walk down a hallway, Mulder's suit just a teeny bit too small for him and he picks up his cell phone.

MULDER: 
(into phone) 
It’s Mulder.

Langly closes the exit door behind Mulder. 

Next we see Mulder running down a nighttime street, 
ditching his jacket as he runs. 

The scene changes to an alleyway as Kurtzweil walks along, 
his senses alert to any footsteps behind him. 

He goes to open what we assume is the alleyway door to Casey's Bar 
and is shocked to be confronted by .... 
The Well-Manicured Man!



SCENE 21 
CASEY'S BAR

WMM: 
Dr. Kurtzweil, isn't it? 
Dr. Alvin Kurtzweil?

Kurtzweil backs away, turns around and begins walking quickly down the alley. 

A black car pulls into the other end of the alley, trapping him. 
The Driver gets out, Kurtzweil stares in shock and concern 
and we cut to inside Casey's Bar as Mulder bursts in the door. 

He looks around the bar for Kurtzweil, but doesn't see him. 

Mulder leaves through the back door, entering the alleyway. 

He sees WMM and His Driver slamming the trunk of their car closed. 

WMM turns to face Mulder.

WMM
Mr. Mulder.

MULDER: 
What happened to Kurtzweil?

WMM
He's come and gone.

MULDER: 
I want to know where Scully is.

WMM: 
holds up a small pouch 
The Location of Agent Scully 
and 
The Means to Save Her Life. 

(gesturing to the car

Please....

Mulder contemplates this offer for a minute, 
then figuring he has nothing more to lose, 
he walks to the car as he and WMM 
never take their eyes off each other. 

They each open their own doors and enter the car. 

It takes off immediately. 

As they cruise past The White House, 
WMM hands Mulder The Pouch.



SCENE 22 
INSIDE WMM'S CAR

MULDER: 
What is it?

As WMM speaks, Mulder opens the pouch 
and pulls out a small bottle of green liquid 
and a piece of paper with this written on it :

South 83 Deg Lat 
East 63 Deg Long

WMM: 
A Weak Vaccine against 
The Virus Agent Scully has been infected with. 

It must be administered within 96 hours. 

That leaves you little time to reach those coordinates.

MULDER
You're lying.

WMM: 
No. Though I have no means to prove otherwise. 

The Virus is extra-terrestrial. 

We know very little about it except that it was 
The Original Inhabitant of This Planet.

MULDER: 
(unbelieving
A Virus...

WMM
What is A Virus, but A Colonising Force 
that cannot be defeated? 

Living in A Cave, underground, 
until it mutates ... and attacks.


MULDER
This is what you've been conspiring to conceal? 
A Disease?

WMM: 
No. For God's sake, you've got it all backwards! 

AIDS, the Ebola virus, 
on an evolutionary scale they are newborns. 

This Virus Walked The Planet 
long before The Dinosaurs.

MULDER: 
(smiling in disbelief
What do you mean 'walked'?

WMM: 
Your Aliens, Agent Mulder. 

Your Little Green Men 
arrived here millions of years ago. 

Those that didn't leave have been lying dormant underground since The Last Ice Age 
in the form of An Evolved Pathogen
waiting to be reconstituted by The Alien Race 
when it comes to colonize the planet -- 
Using Us as Hosts.

 Against this we have no defense, 
nothing but a weak vaccine. 

Do you see why it was kept secret? 

Why even The Best Men, 
Men like Your Father, 
could not let The Truth be known. 

Until Dallas we believed The Virus 
would simply control us, 
that mass infection would make Us 
A Slave Race. 

Imagine our surprise 
when They began to gestate

My Group has been working cooperatively 
with The Alien Colonists, 
facilitating programs 
like the one you saw, 
to give us access to The Virus 
in The Hope that we might 
be able to secretly develop A Cure.

MULDER
To save your own asses.

Well-Manicured Man
Survival is The Ultimate Ideology. 
Your Father wisely refused to believe this.

MULDER
But He Sacrificed My Sister. 

He let Them take Samantha.

Well-Manicured Man
Without a Vaccination, the only True Survivors of The Viral Holocaust will be those immune to it - 
Human-Alien Clones

He allowed Your Sister to be abducted, 
to be taken to a cloning program, 

For One Reason...

MULDER: 
So She Would Survive

As a Genetic Hybrid.

Well-Manicured Man : 
Your Father chose 
Hope over Selfishness.
 
Hope in the only Future he had, 
His Children.

His Hope for You was that you would uncover 
The Truth about The Project

That you would stop it, 
that you would 
Fight The Future.


Mulder lets it all sink in. 

The Driver's eyes look at him 
through the rear-view mirror. 

Darn good driver 
if he ain't watching The Road!

MULDER
Why are you telling me this?

Well-Manicured Man : 
For The Sake of My Own Children. 

Once it's learned what I have told you, 
My Life Will Be Over.

WMM looks ahead, possibly at The Driver. 
Mulder looks at The Driver.

MULDER: 
Where's Dr. Kurtzweil? 
(no response
I'd like to get out of the car now. 
(to The Driver)
 Stop The Car!

WMM: 
Driver. 

The Car pulls to a stop in yet another alleyway.

The Men I Work With 
will stop at nothing to clear the way 
for what They believe 
is Their stake in The Inevitable Future.
 
I was ordered to kill Dr. Kurtzweil, 
as I was ordered to kill you.

Suddenly, WMM grabs a gun (from his lap?) 
and shoots The Driver in the back of the head, BLAMMO! Mulder recoils.

MULDER:
Ow!

WMM: 
Trust No-One, Mr. Mulder.

WMM opens his own door and exits, holding the door open.

WMM: 
Get out of the car.

MULDER: 
Why? The upholstery is already ruined.

WMM: 
Get out of the car! 
(Mulder scoots over to WMM's door and exits the car.) 
You have precious little time. 

(Mulder slams the door shut angrily.) 

What I've given you 
The Alien Colonists don't yet know exists

The Vaccine you hold 
is The Only Defense against The Virus. 

Its introduction into An Alien Environment 
may have The Power to destroy 
the delicate plans 
we have so assiduously protected 
for the last 50 years!

MULDER
What do you mean, "may" have?

WMM
Find Agent Scully. 

Only then will you realise 
The Scope and Grandeur 
of The Project. 

Go. Go now!

WMM points his gun in Mulder's face. 

Mulder starts to walk away, 
WMM opens his door again, a rat scuttles past, 
WMM reenters the limo, closes The Door 
and it explodes, knocking Mulder off his feet. 

He sits on the ground watching the flames burn, 
then pulls out The Pouch and checks to see that the bottle is still intact. 

It is. He puts it back in the pouch, gets up and after one last look at the burning car, begins to run for His Life.



SCENE 23 
WILKES LAND, ANTARCTICA 
48 HOURS LATER

Through the vast whiteness of the snow-covered land we see a small black dot. It's Mulder driving a Sno-Cat. He wipes away the condensation forming on the inside of his window and squints his eyes to see where he's going. The camera shows his vehicle leaving tracks in the virgin snow. He whacks his gas gauge and it keeps flipping back to empty. He checks the coordinates again, stops the Sno-Cat and holds up a hand-held thingy which tells him he's at the exact place he's supposed to be. He looks out the window at a hillside, sighs and we next see him struggling up the hill. He reaches the top, slips a little, then hunkers down and looks at a base of some kind in the distance. He whips out a pair of binoculars and looks through to see more Sno-Cats lined up, one of them moving. It stops, he adjusts the power to see closer and spots Cancer Man in the vehicle. He puts the binoculars away and starts to walk towards the base. It soon turns into a jog as he gets closer, but he suddenly falls through the ice as it collapses beneath his feet. He falls quite a way through a snowy tunnel, then lands in an icy crevice. 

He takes a minute to catch his breath, stands up slowly 
and peers down a hole leading off from the crevice, 
steam rising from it. 

He positions himself so he can crawl down this hole 
and turns around at the end so he drops feet-first onto a huge metallic structure. 

It's a type of hallway and on either side of him are containers of some sort. 

He whips out his flashlight to investigate further. 

Wiping the snow away from one of the containers, a cryopod, he spots a prehistoric man encased in ice.

Meanwhile, back on the surface, a Sno-Cat drives up, 
Cancer Man seated inside, and it stops. 

Cancer Man looks at Mulder's abandoned Sno-Cat 
and takes a slow puff of his ciggie.

Back under the ice, Mulder finds stacks and stacks of these coffin-like cryopods, piled row upon row. He walks further into the structure and finds an area opened up, somewhat like a hospital's operating theatre. He stands in the middle and looks in awe at the huge structure before his eyes. Hundreds, more than likely thousands of these rows stand before him. Where to begin looking for Scully? 

A movement catches his eye near the bottom of the rows. 

A rack of these cryopods are moving as if on a conveyer belt. 

He looks through his binoculars, but I can't tell you what he sees, it's very vague! 

Must have seen something though as he springs into action. 

He begins to maneuver his way down to the moving cryopods, 
hanging by his hands, his feet dangling over The Edge.

Suddenly, he loses his grip and shouts ...

MULDER: 
Oh, shit!

... as he begins to fall helplessly. 
He falls down the side of a wall, sliding out of control until he lands harshly on a ledge, hanging by one hand as he teeters over the edge. A bottomless well of metal lies below, the belly of the beast-ship. Using his legs and feet to anchor himself, he makes his way around the edge-corner and ends up sitting, catching his breath. The flashlight in use again, he slides gently over a huge cylinder, landing on a walkway. At the end, he finds an empty cryopod ... containing Scully's clothes and her cross necklace. He grips the necklace in one hand and sets off determined to find her. He comes upon a rack of the cryopods, shining his flashlight from one to another, a frozen face in each caught by his beams. The eyes on each one are open in shock, their mouths held open by a tube, a picture of silent horror. Finally, the flashlight lands on his quarry .... Scully! Using his hand and then the butt of his flashlight, he begins to hammer at the ice keeping her captive.

(Back above the ice, we see a Sno-Cat driving, then we cut to somewhere else inside the base, a flurry of activity as soldiers scurry about and Cancer Man barks instructions.)

CSM: 
Secure the station! 
I want everyone else down below! 
If you're not armed, arm yourselves! 
We have a breach!

(Cut back to Mulder who has now hauled off a piece of a nearby cryopod and is pounding on the ice as he desperately tries to save her from her ice-coffin.)

(Cut to Cancer Man hustling his men down some ladders.)

CSM: 
Let's go, let's go!

(Back to Mulder as he finally breaks through the ice releasing an ocean of goo which encased her naked body. He pulls away the few remaining shards of ice and stares at her face. Is he too late? Mulder unwraps the bottle of vaccine and fills the needle. He injects the vaccine into Scully and it's effect is immediate. Within the tube connected to her mouth a liquid appears to retreat from her body, the tube begins to shrivel and die.)

MULDER: 
Scully?

(As he goes to touch the now dead tube and pull it from Scully's mouth, a violent shaking takes over the ship, a reaction to the vaccine's unwanted intrusion.)

(Cut to Cancer Man in a room full of equipment and monitors. A man is seated in front of a monitor showing a graph of some kind.)

MAN LOOKING AT GRAPH: 
There's a contaminant in The System!

(Cancer Man looks at the graph in shock.)

CSM: 
Mulder has the vaccine!

(Back to Mulder. The cryopod hallway he's in begins to fill with steam as it shoots out from the floor and ceiling. Mulder turns back to Scully and sees her move. He grabs the tube and begins to drag it out of her throat. Once it's all removed, and it's a long sucker, so it takes a sec or two, Mulder stares at her, waiting for a sign of some kind.)

MULDER: 
Breathe! 
Scully, can you breathe?!

(Scully begins to cough, spitting out what's left of the slimy goo. Finally she starts breathing on her own, gasping for each sweet taste of oxygen. She tries to speak and barely manages a weak ..)

SCULLY: 
Cold ... I'm cold.

MULDER: 
I'm going to get you out of there.

(He starts to whack away at the ice with a metallic cylinder next to him, probably shaken loose by the rocking and rolling the ship is still experiencing.)

(Cut to the graph/monitor room, sparks flying from various machines as the men are tossed like ragdolls. It's time to give up the ship, boys.)

CSM: 
Abandon your posts! Evacuate!

(Cancer Man walks towards one of the ladders the men are now scrambling down. Another man stops and says ..)

MAN:
What's happened?!

CSM: 
It's all gone to hell!

MAN: 
But, what about Mulder?!

CSM: 
He'll never make it!

Cut back to Mulder as he gently lifts a naked Scully out of the cryopod, her body glistening with goo, and lays her down on the floor. Next we see him carrying her. She's now wearing some of Mulder's clothing, right down to a pair of boots, don't ask me where THEY came from! He reaches the bottom of a metallic shaft, sunlight beaming down upon them.)

(Cut to outside as an alarm sounds and men race out from the domes, running for the various Sno-Cats. Cancer Man gets into one, his mouth dangling open in shock as it "all falls apart". The vehicles drive off.)

(Back to Mulder and Scully as he drags her up a ladder. Far below them, the defrosting has begun and water drips down the walls.)

(From above, we see the Sno-Cats leaving, one passing within inches of the top of a shaft leading to our heroes.)

(Cut to inside where Mulder and Scully have found a momentary resting place. Scully is coughing and weak. Mulder urges her on.)

MULDER: 
We gotta keep moving. Come on!

SCULLY: 
I can't.

MULDER: 
Yeah, you can.

(Mulder picks her up and carries her in a fireman's lift, over his shoulders. He walks down a row of crypods, all ominously dripping with water from the defrosting ice. He spots a vent.)

MULDER: 
Scully, reach up and grab that vent!

(Suddenly, he spots movement in one of the pods. The creatures within have begun to stir. The vaccine has affected the whole structure, as the bodies were all obviously attached to the one creature.)

MULDER: 
Scully, grab the vent! (no response) 
Scully?

(He looks at her face on his shoulder, she's passed out. Mulder slides her off his shoulders, placing her on the floor and checks for a pulse. The creatures nearby, still encased in the swiftly melting ice are now violently thrashing about and emitting their high-pitched screams. With one eye on the creatures and one eye on Scully, Mulder begins performing a mean version of CPR.)

MULDER: 
Please, breathe. Breathe ... breathe .... BREATHE!

(Scully begins to cough and splutter as she regains consciousness.)

MULDER: 
Breathe in, breathe in, breathe!

(She begins to try and speak, he has to place his ear almost on her mouth to hear.)

SCULLY: 
I had you big time.

(She smiles at him. No time for jokes, Scully, the aliens are coming! As Mulder pulls her to her feet, the ice-encased cryopods around them start to crack open as the creatures within begin to break free. He holds her up to the vent above her.)

MULDER: 
Grab the vent. 
Pull! PULL!

(Scully grabs the vent and pulls herself up. Mulder starts to climb up. One of the aliens breaks the pod and reaches out with its hand for Mulder. It grabs Mulder's leg. Scully stops and turns his head.)

SCULLY: 
Mulder!

MULDER: 
Keep moving, Scully!

(Mulder kicks it away and pulls himself up. They both climb through the tunnel, Mulder yelling encouragement from behind.)

MULDER: 
Go! Go! Come on!

(He keeps checking behind him as the alien screams continue, looking for any which may be chasing them. The light at the end of the proverbial tunnel gets brighter as they climb on.)

MULDER: 
Almost there, keep going!

(They pull themselves up to where Mulder first stopped after he fell through the ice, a slight turn in the vent. Just as Mulder clears the turn, an alien lashes out from behind but is cut off by the twist in the tunnel. They step over the part where Mulder first fell all the way down and make their way out the hole he originally made. Scully falls onto the snow, exhausted and Mulder perches next to her on one knee. He hears a sound and looks around for the origin. It's the ice ... it's cracking under their feet! He grabs Scully and throws one of her arms over his shoulder as they begin to run away. He stops for some ungodly reason and looks back seeing vents of steam starting to shoot out of the ice. They begin to run again as the ice begins cracking and falling away causing a huge crater to form. Suddenly the crater overtakes them and they disappear into the hole, but next we see them shoot into the air and slide off of the surface of the rising ship. They land on the edge of the crater. Mulder watches the spaceship as it flies overhead, his face glows with a heart-melting grin of childlike wonder and awe. Scully's face is turned towards the snow, too tired to move, as Mulder says, almost along with the audience ...)

MULDER: 
Scully, ya gotta see this! Scully!

(It's quiet, it's barely a mutter above a whisper, but we hear ...)

SCULLY: 
I see it.

(Spent from exhaustion, Mulder drops his head into the snow. Scully, finding the strength God gave 20 hearty men, scoots her body over to cover him from the freezing cold. She lifts his into her arms and cradles him as the camera pans back to show two lone figures perched alone on the edge of the bottomless crater left by the departing spaceship. Cut to Washington and don't start with me on how they got out of the Antarctic, there was extra gas can in the Sno-Cat, I don't know!)