Sunday 2 May 2021

Just down the road and a turn to the left.






Papa Fury: 

One of our tech boys flagged this, 

splashed down in the Banda Sea. 

Could be the Quinjet. 

But with Stark's stealth tech, 

we still can't track the damn thing.


The Widow :

Right.


Papa Fury: 

Probably jumped out and swam to Fiji. 

He'll send a postcard.


Natasha Romanoff: 

"Wish you were here." 

You sent me to recruit him, way back when. 

Did you know then what was going to happen?


Papa Fury: 

You Never KNOW — 

You Hope for The Best 

and 

Make Do 

with What You Get. 


I got A Great Team.



The Widow :

Nothing lasts forever.


Papa Fury: 

Trouble, Miss Romanoff. 

No matter who wins or loses, 

Trouble still comes around.





“The Grail Castle is always just down the road and a turn to the left. If anyone is humble enough and of good heart, he can find that interior castle. Parsifal has had the arrogance beaten out of him by twenty years of fruitless searching, and he is now ready for his castle.

  THE SECOND GRAIL CASTLE

  Just down the road, turn left, and cross the drawbridge, which snaps closed ticking the back hooves of your horse. It is always dangerous to make the transition of levels that entry to the Grail castle involves.

Parsifal finds the same ceremonial procession going on; a fair damsel carries the sword that pierced the side of Christ, another damsel carries the paten from which the last supper was served, yet another maiden bears the Grail itself. The wounded Fisher King lies groaning on his litter, poised between life and death in his suffering.

Now, wonder of wonders, with twenty years of maturity and experience behind him, Parsifal asks the question which is his greatest contribution to mankind: Whom does The Grail serve?

What a strange question! Hardly comprehensible to modern ears! In essence the question is the most profound question one can ask: where is the center of gravity of a human personality; or where is the center of meaning in a human life? 

Most modern people, asked this question in understandable terms for our time, would reply that 

I am the center of gravity; 
I work to improve my life; 
I am working toward my goals; 
I am increasing my equity; 
I am making something of myself—

or most common of all—

I am searching for happiness, 

which is to say that 

I want the Grail to serve me

We ask this great cornucopia of nature, this great feminine outpouring of all the material of the world—the air, the sea, the animals, the oil, the forests, and all the productivity of The World—we ask that it should serve us. But no sooner is the question asked than the answer comes reverberating through the Grail castle halls — the Grail serves the Grail King. 

Again, a puzzling answer. 

Translated, this means that life serves what a Christian would call God, Jung calls the Self, or and we call by the many terms we have devised to indicate that which is greater than ourselves.

Another language, less poetic but perhaps easier, is available. Dr. Jung speaks of the life process as being the relocation of the center of gravity of the personality from the ego to the Self. He sees this as the life work of a man and the center of meaning for all human endeavor. 

When Parsifal learns that he is no longer the center of the universe—not even his own little kingdom—he is free of his alienation and the Grail is no longer barred from him. 

Though he may come and go from the Grail castle during the rest of his life, now he will never be alien to it again.


Even more astonishing, the wounded Fisher King rises, healed, in triumph and joy. The miracle has happened, and the legend of his healing has been accomplished. 

In Wagner’s opera, Parsifal, the wounded Fisher King rises at this moment and sings a wondrous song of triumph and power and strength. It is the culmination of the whole tale!

Now who is the Grail King whom we have not heard mentioned before? He is the true king of the realm and he lives in the center of the Grail castle. He lives only on the Host and the Wine of the Grail. He is a thinly disguised figure of God, the earthly representation of the Divine, or in Jungian terms, the Self. It is humbling to learn that we hear of this inner center only when we are ready for it and when we have done our duty of formulating a coherent question.

The object of life is not happiness, but to serve God or the Grail. All of the Grail quests are to serve God. If one understands this and drops his idiotic notion that the meaning of life is personal happiness, then one will find that elusive quality immediately at hand.

This same motif appears in a contemporary myth, The Fellowship of the Ring by J. R. R. Tolkien; the power must be taken from those who would exploit it. In the Grail myth the source of power is given to the representative of God. In Tolkien’s myth the ring of power is taken from evil hands that would use its power to destroy the world and is put back into the ground from which it came. Earlier myths often spoke of the discovery of power and its emergence from the earth into human hands. Recent myths speak of returning the source of power to the earth or into the Hands of God before we destroy ourselves with it.

One detail in the story is worth special observation: Parsifal need only ask the question; he does not have to answer it. When one is discouraged and certain he will never have the intelligence to find the answer to insoluble riddles, he can remember that although it is the duty of the ego to ask a well-formulated question, he is not required to answer it. To ask well is virtually to answer.


Rejoicing bursts forth in the Grail castle; the Grail is brought forth, it gives its food to everyone, including the now-healed Fisher King, and there is perfect peace, joy, and wellbeing.


Such a dilemma! If you ask the Grail to give you happiness, that demand precludes happiness. But if you serve the Grail and the Grail King properly, you will find that what happens and happiness are the same thing. A play on words becomes the definition of enlightenment.

An identical theme is found in very different language in the “Ten Oxherding Pictures” from Zen Buddhism. This is a series of ten pictures prescribed for an artist to portray the steps toward enlightenment. In the first the young hero searches for the ox—his inner nature; in the second he sees the footprints of the ox; in the third he sees the ox. The series proceeds to the ninth picture in which the hero tames the ox, forges a peaceful relationship with it, and sits quietly surveying the scene. The question rises at this pointBehold the streams flowing, whither nobody knows; and the flowers vividly red—for whom are they? Author Mokusen Miyuki reflects that these words could be translated literally into “The stream flows on its own accord, and the flower is red on its own accord.” The Chinese term tsu, “of its own accord,” is used as a compound, tsu-jan, in Taoist thought. It can mean “naturalness,” an occurring of the creative spontaneity of nature, within and without. In other words, tsu-jan, can be taken psychologically as the living reality of selfrealization or the creative urge of the Self manifesting itself in nature.

The series of pictures culminates in the tenth when the hero, now perfectly at peace, walks unnoticed through the village streets. There is nothing extraordinary about him now except that all the trees burst into blossom as he passes by.

This questioning of the meaning of the stream or the redness of the rose from such a different source as Zen Buddhism enhances our understanding of this quest.


A Frenchman, Alexis de Tocqueville, came to America more than a century ago and made some astute observations about the American way. He said that we have a misleading idea at the very head of our Constitution : The Pursuit of Happiness. One can not pursue Happiness; if he does he obscures it. If he will proceed with the human task of life, the relocation of the center of gravity of the personality to something greater outside itself, happiness will be the outcome.

In this year of our Lord we are just beginning to ask the Grail question : Do we have the right to cut down the trees, impoverish the soil, and kill all the pelicans? The answer is beginning to come clear; the first lisping syllables of the question are audible. If we can hear this old tale of an innocent fool blundering into the Grail castle for the first time and earning his way there a second time, we can find some sage advice for our own modern way.

Excerpt from : 
"He: Understanding Masculine Psychology" 
by Robert A. Johnson.

Saturday 1 May 2021

Do What Thou Lovest Shall Be The Law of The Whole

 

“I don't care about traditions. 

And I don't care about 

respectable’... Wait. 

 

You're a Doctor, right? 

 

That's Respectable — 

You could Marry Us.

 

Everyone is saying it's a New Future. 

We make Our Own Traditions now.”




The Doctor's Speech on Love | Demons of the Punjab | Doctor Who
 
 
Do What Thou Lovest 
Shall Be The Law of The Whole
 
The Law is Will --
Will under Loving
 
 
Take Your People and go.
 
CROOK :
You would've done The Same.
 
Captain Malcolm Reynolds :
We can already see I haven't.
Now get The Hell off My Ship.
 
[ALARM SOUNDING ]
 
COMPUTER VOICE: 
Life-support failure.
Check oxygen levels at once.
 
Life-support failure.
Check oxygen levels at once.
 
Life-support failure.
Check oxygen levels at once.
 
MAN: 
Real beauty.
 
KAYLEE: 
Serenity's not moving.
 
WASH: 
When your miracle gets here--
 
INARA: 
Come with us.
 
MALCOLM: 
Everybody dies alone.
 
WASH:
I'll run up and scrape off a piece.
 
ZOE: 
You'd do that for me?
 
WASH: 
I'd do anything for you.
 
[INDISTINCT CHATTERING ]
 
Zoe Washburn : 
I don't think it's something he should see  when he wakes up.
 
Welcome Back, sir.
 
Captain Malcolm Reynolds :
I go someplace?
 
 
Shepherd Book :
Verrrrrry nearly.
We thought we'd lost you.
 
Captain Malcolm Reynolds :
I've been right Here.
Wash, you okay?
 
 
Yeah, Mal, I'm fine.
 
Captain Malcolm Reynolds :
You got A Thing in your arm.
 
 
Yeah.
 
Dr. Simon Tam :
Try Not to Speak.
You're heavily medicated and you've lost a lot of blood.
 
Captain Malcolm Reynolds :
I thought I ordered you all off The Ship.
I call you back?
 
 
No, Mal, you didn't.
 
I take fuII responsibiIity, captain.
 
That decision saved your Iife.
 
Won't happen again, sir.
 
 
Captain Malcolm Reynolds :
Good.
And thanks. I'm grateful.
 
It was my pIeasure, sir.
 
Hey, we'd have been back first. . .
. . .except there's something wrong with Inara's shuttIe.
 
She done something to it.
Smells funny.
 
 
I toId you, that's incense.
 
 
JAYNE:
So you say.
 
-Hey, captain.
-Hey.
 
You fixed The Ship.
Good work.
 
 
Captain Malcolm Reynolds :
Thanks.
 
 
SIMON: AII right.
 
I have to insist, the captain
needs to rest.
 
Captain Malcolm Reynolds :
Yeah. I think the doc might not be wrong about that one.
Just gonna need a few. . . .
You all gonna be here when I wake up?
 
We'll be here.
 
Captain Malcolm Reynolds :
Good.
That's good.
 
MAN:
Yep. Real beauty, ain 't she?
 
Yes, sir, a right smart purchase,
this vesseI.
 
I'II teII you what, you buy this ship,
treat her proper. . .
 
. . .she'II be with you for the rest
of your Iife.
 
Son?
 
Hey, son?
 
You hear a word I've been saying?
 
 
 
 
[Barn]
 
(A flash of light outside, then the Doctor appears.)
 
YASMIN: 
Where've you been? 
You've been gone hours.
 
DOCTOR: 
The Thijarians, they told me everything. 
I know what happened. 
And I know what happens.
 
YASMIN: 
I want to know what happens.
 
DOCTOR: 
Prem dies today.
 
YASMIN: 
We can't let that happen.
 
DOCTOR: 
It has to. 
For Umbreen to become your nani, 
for you to exist, Prem has to die.
 
RYAN: 
You mean the Thijarians have come to kill Prem?
 
DOCTOR: 
That's not why they're here. 
 
They're not assassins. 
They honour those who die alone.
 
GRAHAM: 
Aliens with compassion.
 
YASMIN: 
Umbreen loses her husband on the day she marries. 
Of course she never wants to talk about it.
 
DOCTOR: 
I'm sorry, Yaz. 
We should leave.
 
YASMIN: 
No. I want to be sure she's safe, 
whatever happens. 
I want to look after my nani.
 
RYAN: 
I'm with Yaz.
 
GRAHAM: 
Yeah, me, too.
 
DOCTOR: 
We can't tell them what we know.
 
“My friends, I woke this morning to the sight of smoke over the hills. 
More villages burned, more homes ransacked. 
It seems these savage mobs cannot be satisfied.”
 
“I urge you to stay safe, and stay strong. 
Protect yourselves however you must.”
 
[Prem's house]
 
(Prem is wearing his Army uniform, complete with turban. 
The patterned piece with tassels would denote caste or brigade or regiment, I think. Graham places a garland around his neck.)
 
GRAHAM: 
Well, the flowers don't help much. 
You still look like a schoolboy on manoeuvres.
 
PREM: 
These are the best clothes I have.
 
GRAHAM: 
You look great.
 
RYAN: 
No Manish?
 
PREM: 
He was out early. 
He'll be here.
 
RYAN: 
Did you hear the noises in The Valley during The Night?
 
PREM: 
The violence is getting closer.
 
RYAN: 
Who's doing this stuff?
 
PREM: 
Ordinary people who've lived here all their lives, whipped into a frenzy to be part of a mob.
 
Nothing worse than when Normal People lose their minds. 
 
We've lived together for decades, Hindu, Muslim and Sikh, and now we're being told our differences are more important than what unites us. 
 
Like we learned nothing in The War. 
 
I don't know how we protect people, 
when hatred's coming from all sides.
 
GRAHAM: 
Well, all we can strive to be is 
Good Men. 
 
And you, Prem, 
are A Good Man.
 
(Graham hugs Prem.)
 
GRAHAM: 
I er, I... Come on. 
Marriage.
 
[Stream]
 
(By the border fence that Manish placed. Prem by the orange flag, Umbreen by the green.)
 
PREM: 
This is The Spot you choose?
 
UMBREEN: 
I'm going to be the first woman married in Pakistan.
 
PREM: 
Of course you are.
 
HASNA: 
Are you all right, sweetheart?
 
YASMIN: 
I always cry at weddings.
 
(The Doctor sonicks The Fence, and The Rope falls into Thw Water.)
 
DOCTOR: 
I know there aren't many certainties in any of our lives, 
but Umbreen, Prem, what I see you in you is the certainty you have in each other. 
 
Something I believe in My Faith. 
 
Love, in all its forms, 
is the most powerful weapon we have, 
because love is a form of Hope 
and, like Hope, 
Love Abides in the face of everything. 
 
You both found Love 
with each other. 
 
You believed in it, 
you fought for it, 
and you waited for it. 
 
And now, 
you're committing to it. 
 
Which makes you, right now, 
The Two Strongest People 
on This Planet. 
 
Maybe in This Universe
 
I’m not sure 
How We Formalise This.
 
UMBREEN: 
I am.
 
(She picks The Rope out of The Water.)
 
UMBREEN: 
(to Yasmin) 
Will you?
 
YASMIN: 
That's a Hindu thing, isn't it? 
Tying The Hands together.
 
UMBREEN: 
Now it can be our thing, 
if we want it to be.
 
(Yasmin finishes wrapping the rope around their joined hands. Manish watches from a distance.)
 
[Barn]
 
(Decorated with the garlands.)
 
UMBREEN: 
I'm not often lost for words 
but I never thought this day would come. 
It's been tough. 
People who I wish 
were here to celebrate...
 
HASNA: 
They are, bheti.
 
UMBREEN: 
The drought was nearly the end of us. 
But we get to have this day because of Manish. 
 
You were tireless. 
 
When there was hardly any food, 
you took none. 
 
When we doubted we'd make it through to summer, 
you kept on. 
 
Night and day, 
we worked those fields together. 
 
I'm proud to have been your neighbour 
but I'm even prouder now 
to call you my brother. 
 
You kept us fed, Manish. 
 
Will you let me feed you?
 
(She holds out a small cake to him.)
 
MANISH: 
I didn't work This Land for you, Umbreen. 
 
I worked it for My Brothers —
 
One who didn't come back, 
and the other I wish hadn't.
 
 
HASNA: 
Enough, Manish.
 
MANISH: 
No. Look at you all. 
 
Don't you understand what's coming? 
 
None of this will make a difference.
 
(Manish leaves.)
 
DOCTOR: 
I'll talk to him. 
Prem, your turn.
 
PREM: 
Okay. So...
 
UMBREEN: 
What are you doing?
 
(He takes off his wrist watch.)
 
 
PREM: 
You did a Hindu thing with The Rope. 
 
Only right I do 
a Muslim thing too. 
 
This is your mahr
Yours to keep forever.
 
(But it slips from their fingers and smashes on the hard floor.)
 
UMBREEN: 
Prem!
 
PREM: 
I'm sorry.
 
HASNA: 
Cursed.
 
(Umbreen picks it up again.)
 
UMBREEN
It's Fine
It's Perfect. 
 
This is us, forever. 
Our moment in time.
 
(They kiss.)

GET SOME SKIN IN THE GAME : I Think I'm in Love with Assistant-Protector Walter F. Skinner

A WAR IS NEVER OVER.
 
  


 
My Familiar Spirit.
 
The Past can be haunting.
 
 
Mud Lick :
 
Don’t forget to roll 
when you land.
 



Brother Sun:
Deputy-Director Kersh?
 
FBI Deputy-Director Kersh :
I’m gonna ask you once and only once :
Where is he?
 
Brother Sun:
Sir, of whom are we speaking?
 
FBI Deputy-Director Kersh :
Cut the crap, agents.
 
Have you ever wondered why,
after 35 years in The Bureau,
Walter Skinner isn’t sitting on this side of The Desk?
 
Or even, perhaps, running this whole damn agency, for that matter?
 
Sister Moon :
Are you looking for Skinner?
 
FBI Deputy-Director Kersh :
Let me be unambiguous
in the event that there are any questions about this 
in your Conspiracy-addled Minds :
 
Walter Skinner’s stalled carer 
has everything to do with his… 
Blind Loyalty to The Both of You
and your misguided search for some…. 
handwaving )
imaginary Truth.
 
Brother Sun:
Sir, what is this about?
 
 
FBI Deputy-Director Kersh :
Skinner’s gone AWOL, Agent Mulder.
Without warning or explanation.
 
And frankly, 
I don’t buy your naïveté,
not even for a moment.
 
He hasn’t been the same 
since The Two of You returned to The Bureau.
 
Sister Moon :
Sir, has anyone checked his apartment?
Could he have had some kind of a medical emergency?
 
FBI Deputy-Director Kersh :
The Director’s asking questions 
about Skinner’s activities
that I can’t answer.
 
There is some implication 
that he recently started poking-around
in places he shouldn’t be poking.
 
Brother Sun:
….What sort of places..?
 
FBI Deputy-Director Kersh :
I couldn’t say.
 
But if you Truly Care about His Future in The FBI,
suggest you bring him back here while he still has
a Future to return to.
 
 
 
 
 
Sister Moon :
What Happened to The Old, Reliable Skinner
we Knew and Loved?
 
Brother Sun:
Well, based on his dubious behaviour the past couple of months,
it’s safe to say The Old Skinner has left The Building.
 
 
 
 
 
Brother Sun :
Ambulance is on it’s way :
....I would call Kersh —
as soon as you get cell reception.
 
Skin-Man :
Something you wanna share?
 
Sister Moon :
Kersh…. Indicated to us, that wewere responsible 
for your lack of upward mobility in The Bureau.
 
Skin-Man :
If it wasn’t for You Two,
I wouldn’t be Here right now.
 
I’m not talking about the fact that you showed up here today.
 
Wincing, he painfully pulls down an old photo album 
from it’s shelving behind his right shoulder, 
onto his lap.
 
He opens it.
 
Removes a photograph of himself, 
and ’s Father, in Vietnam.
 
I enlisted in The Marine Corps 
the day that I turned 18.
 
I was a kid.
 
Full of callow Self-Confidence and Faith,
and this….
 
This kind of Uncorrupted Belief that
I Was Doing The Right Thing.
 
John James….
He didn’t enlist.
He, uh, he was drafted.
 
And His Whole Life 
was completely upended by a war that he really, 
truly didn’t even understand.
 
He was so afraid all the time.
I felt like I had to protect him.
 
But I didn’t.
 
couldn’t.
 
That experience in Vietnam with John, it...
it put a dent in that Blind Faith 
that I had in My Government.
 
It planted seeds of - 
of mistrust.
 
I tried for years to supress that mistrust,
but it gnawed at me.
 
he scoffs and shakes his head with a grin — 
 
Then You Two….
 
You Two came along, 
and you taught me,
not to hide from it, but to….
have the guts to Shine a Light
directly into The Darkest Corners.
 
And if given The Choice
between Advancing My Career
by being blindly loyal to some faceless puppeters 
pulling strings from The Shadows
or to Throw-in with You Two,
make no mistake about it,
 
I’d make The Same Decision
every single damn time.
 
M&S exchange a look of 
Pure Love for This Man 
across The Room.
 
So I’m gonna go back.
I’m gonna Kiss The Ring.
 
But I intend to 
Do Right by This Man.
John James )
And that means Finding The Truth 
of What The Hell it was They used him for.
 
No Matter The Cost.
 
I owe him that.
 
scoffs
 
I owe myself that.
 
His Wound is bothering him — 
As he rises, Scully Helps Him to Stand.
 
Before he reaches The Door, 
Mulder calls out after him, 
and he turns back to face them — 
 
Brother Sun :
Skinner.
We’re with You.
 
He half-smiles, nods grimly, 
gets a stoically firm grip on his emotions
and steps out into The Sunlight.



SCENE 5 
FBI HEADQUARTERS 
WASHINGTON, DC 
OFFICE OF PROFESSIONAL REVIEW

Scully is sitting in the office before a review board. 
Assistant Director Jana Cassidy is speaking to her. 

Assistant Director Walter Skinner 
is seated on the panel as well.

CASSIDY: 
In light of Waco and Ruby Ridge, 
there is a heightened need at the Attorney General's office 
to place responsibility as early as possible for the 
catastrophic destruction of public property 
and 
loss of life due to terrorist activities

Many details are still unclear, 
but we're under some pressure from the Attorney General 
to give an accurate picture of What Happened 
so that she can issue 
a public statement

We Know Now 
that five people died
in the explosion. 

Special ...

Mulder enters the room, late, 
and Cassidy pauses, looking up at him, 
as do Scully and Skinner.


CASSIDY: 
.. Special Agent In Charge Darius Michaud, 
who was trying to defuse the bomb, 
three firemen from Dallas 
and a young boy. 

I'd like to begin this interview ...

MULDER: 
Excuse me, excuse me —
The firemen and the young boy, they were found in the building?

CASSIDY: 
Agent Mulder, 
since you weren't able to be on time for this hearing, 
I'd like you to step outside so that we can hear Agent Scully's version of the facts 
so that she will not be paid the same disrespect.

MULDER: 
We'd been told the building was clear.

CASSIDY:
You'll get your turn, Agent Mulder, 
please step outside.

Mulder looks at Scully, then leaves the room. 
He is now seated on a bench in the hallway, eating sunflower seeds, husks and all

Skinner leaves the hearing room and joins him in the hallway. 

Mulder stands up.

SKINNER: 
Sit down, they're still talking to Agent Scully.

MULDER:
About what

he sits back down

SKINNER: 
They're asking her for 
a narrative
They want to know 
why she was in 
The Wrong Building.

MULDER: 
She was with me.

SKINNER: 
You don't see what's going on here, do you? 

There's forty-five million dollars worth of damage to the city of Dallas. 

Lives have been lost
No suspects have been named. 

So the story that's being shaped 
... is that this could have been prevented.

MULDER: 
They want to blame us?

Skinner sits down next to him.

SKINNER: 
Agent Mulder, you and I both know that 
if it looks bad, 
it's bad for the FBI

Blame has to be assigned somewhere

Mulder looks down at the ground, then looks up at Skinner.


MULDER: 
If they want somebody to blame, they can blame me
Agent Scully doesn't deserve this.

SKINNER: 
She's in there right now saying the same thing about you.

MULDER: 
I breached protocol. 
I broke contact with the SAC. 

I ignored a primary tactical rule 
and 
left him alone with the device.

SKINNER: 
Agent Scully says it was she who ordered you out of the building, 
that you wanted to go back in.

MULDER: 
No.

Both men stand as Scully leaves the hearing room 
and walks over to them.

SCULLY: 
(to Skinner) 
They're asking for you, sir.

SKINNER: 
Thank you. 
(he leaves)

MULDER: 
Whatever you told them in there, Scully, 
you don't have to protect me.

SCULLY: 
All I told them was The Truth.

MULDER: 
They're trying to divide us on this and we can't let them.

SCULLY: 
Mulder, they have divided us. They're splitting us up.

MULDER: 
What? What are you talking about?

SCULLY: 
I have a meeting with OPR day after tomorrow 
for remediation and reassignment.

MULDER: 
But They're the ones who put us together.

SCULLY: 
Because they wanted me to invalidate 
your investigations into the paranormal.

 But I think this goes 
deeper than that now.

MULDER: 
This is not about you, Scully. They're doing this to me.

SCULLY: 
They're not doing this. 

(pause as she collects her thoughts) 

Mulder, I left behind a career in medicine 
because I thought that I could make a difference at the FBI. 

But it hasn't turned out that way. 

And now if they were to transfer me to 
Omaha or Cleveland, or some field office, 
it just doesn't hold the interest for me that it once did. 

Not after what I've seen and done.

MULDER: 
(realizing what she's saying)
You're quitting.

SCULLY: 
Maybe you should ask yourself if your heart's still in it, too.
(Skinner comes back out for Mulder)

SKINNER: 
Agent Mulder, you're up.

SCULLY: (to Mulder) I'm sorry.
(Mulder begins to walk back to the boardroom)
SCULLY: Mulder. (she hands Mulder his jacket, which he left on the bench) Good luck.
(Mulder enters the hearing room. Scully pauses for a moment, then turns and leaves the building.)




SCENE 24 
OFFICE OF PROFESSIONAL REVIEW 
WASHINGTON, DC
(Scully is seated before the review board, her lovely face marked by the effects of her ordeal, frostbite and scratches.)

CASSIDY: 
In light report on the report I've got before me and in light of the narrative I am now hearing, my official report is incomplete -- pending these new facts I'm being asked to reconcile.

(While she speaks, we see a man entering the field office where the fossilized samples were kept. In the darkness of the closed office his flashlight lands on the tray containing the samples and he takes it away.)

CASSIDY: 
Agent Scully, though there is now direct evidence that a federal agent may have been involved in the bombing, the other events you've laid down here are too incredible on their own, and quite frankly implausible in their connections.

SCULLY: 
What is it you find incredible?

CASSIDY: 
Well, where would you like me to start?

(As we hear them speak, over the next couple of passages, we cut to somewhere in America's heartland as a freshly-painted tanker truck is prepared. The new sign painted on the side reads "Nature's Best Corn Oil". Next we see soldiers with flame torches setting a corn field ablaze.)

CASSIDY: 
So many of the events described in your report defy belief. 

Antarctica is a long way from Dallas, Agent Scully. 

I-- I can't very well submit a report to the Attorney General that alleges the links you've made here. 

Bees and corn crops do not quite fall under the rubric of domestic terrorism.

SCULLY: 
No, they don't.

CASSIDY: 
Most of what I find in here is lacking a coherent picture of any organization with an attributable motive. 

I realize the ordeal you've endured has clearly affected you. 

But the holes in your account leave this panel with little choice but to delete these references to our final report to the Justice Department--until which time hard evidence becomes available that would give us cause to pursue such an investigation.

(Scully stands up and walks over to the board, positioning herself directly in front of A.D. Cassidy. She places the vial containing the bee found in Mulder's hallway on the table, Cassidy picks it up and looks closely at it.)

SCULLY: I don't believe the FBI currently has an investigative unit qualified to pursue the evidence in hand.

(Scully then turns and leaves the room. Skinner looks at Cassidy, then the entire panel turns to stare at him. What are ya gonna do about THIS, Skinner?)


SCENE 25 
THE CAPITAL MALL
(Mulder is sitting on a bench by the reflecting pool reading a newspaper. He stares at a headline: "Local Hanta Virus Outbreak In Northern Texas Contained", looks up and sees Scully walking toward him. When she arrives, he hands her the paper.)
MULDER: There's an interesting work of fiction on page 24. Mysteriously, our names have been omitted. They're burying this thing, Scully. They're just going to dig a new hole and cover it up.
SCULLY: I told OPR everything I know. What I experienced, the virus, how it's spread by the bees from pollen in transgenic crops.
(He gets up and starts to walk away. She joins him.)
MULDER: You're wasting your time, Scully. They'll never believe you, not unless your story can be programmed, categorized, or easily referenced.
SCULLY: Well, then we'll go over their heads.
(He stops and turns to her.)
MULDER: No. No. How many times have we been here before, Scully? Right here. So close to the truth and now with what we've seen and what we know to be right back at the beginning with nothing.
SCULLY: This is different, Mulder.
MULDER: No it isn't! You were right to want to quit! You were right to want to leave me! You should get as far away from me as you can! I'm not going to watch you die, Scully, because of some hollow personal cause of mine. Go be a doctor. Go be a doctor while you still can.
SCULLY: I can't. I won't. Mulder, I'll be a doctor, but my work is here with you now. That virus that I was exposed to, whatever it is, it has a cure. You held it in your hand. How many other lives can we save? Look ... (she clasps his hand) ... If I quit now, they win.
(Hand in hand they walk off into the sunset .... sort of anyway.)



SCENE 26 
FOUM TATAOUINE, TUNISIA
(A helicopter flies over the vast desert. We then see CSM walking next to a cornfield, a native man yelling something in Tunisian into the crop. From out of the corn comes Strughold. He walks over to CSM.)
STRUGHOLD: You look hot and miserable. Why have you travelled all this way?
CSM: We have business to discuss.
STRUGHOLD: We have regular channels.
CSM: This involves Mulder.
STRUGHOLD: Ah. That name, again and again.
CSM: He's seen more than he should have.
STRUGHOLD: What has he seen? Of the whole he has seen but pieces.
CSM: He's determined now. Reinvested.
STRUGHOLD: He is but one man. One man alone cannot fight the future.
CSM: Yesterday, I received this.
(From out of his pocket, he pulls a telegram and hands it to Strughold. He reads it then drops it to the ground and walks away. CSM looks down at the telegram. It reads:
"X-FILES RE-OPENED. STOP. PLEASE ADVISE. STOP."
CSM looks up, then walks away. The camera pans above the scene to show the huge cornfield in the middle of the desert ...)
[THE END]


[In the upturned car, Mulder struggles to free himself. There his blood on his face. He pulls himself out and gets to his feet.]
[Back in the FBI. A cell phone rings.]
SAC FOSSA: FBI Special Agent in Charge Fossa speaking. It's for you.
[She hands the phone to Drummy and walks away.]
DRUMMY: This is Special Agent Drummy.
SCULLY: I've been trying to find you for hours. I can't reach Mulder.
DRUMMY: Is this Dr. Scully?
SCULLY: Yes, it's Dr. Scully.
DRUMMY: Where is he?
SCULLY: If I knew that I wouldn't be calling.
DRUMMY: Dr. Scully, I'm going to suggest you call the police. This is not an FBI matter.
SCULLY: Listen to me! I need your help!
DRUMMY: I'm sorry, I can't help you.
SCULLY: Then let me talk to somebody there with some balls who can.
[Back in the makeshift operating theatre, a gowned figure approaches Cheryl's wooden kennel. The woman speaks Russian to Cheryl who backs away in fear. ]
CHERYL: Don't touch me!
[More people come over and drag her out. The Russian doctor injects her and she loses consciousness. The snowplough truck drives along a snow-packed track, then suddenly stops as the snowplough drops to the ground, fluid leaking. Mulder is walking a road in the falling snow. He sees the truck down the side-road and jogs towards it. He opens the driver's door. It's unoccupied. He looks around, then picks up a wrench. He jogs further down the track. In the operating area, Dacyshyn sits by Tomczesyn's operating table, talking softly to him.]
DACYSHYN: You're going to be fine.
[Cheryl is carried to another operating table. The Russian doctor comes over with an injection. He pulls down the blanket, showing surgical sutures around Tomczesyn's neck and below that a much paler, mottled body.]
DACYSHYN: I've taken care of it. I've taken good care of it. You don't need this one.
[Cheryl, barely conscious, is lowered into an ice bath. Mulder has now reached the chain-link fence surrounding the compound. The surgeon begins removing the sutures around Tomczesyn's neck. Dacyshyn speaks to Tomczesyn.]
SURGEON: Look at me. You're going to live. You're going to have a fine, strong body.
[The Russian doctor speaks Russian to Dacyshyn, waving him away. In the ice bath, Cheryl's neck is being swabbed with iodine. Mulder climbs over the chain-link fence. A guard dog rushes at him and knocks him down. Dacyshyn hears the dog barking. The Russian doctor speaks to him and he rushes off and out of the house. He looks around, then hears the dog whimpering. Other dogs continue to bark. The Russian doctor starts cutting the skin of Cheryl's neck. Dacyshyn runs over to the whimpering dog. It has two heads. He sees blood on the snow nearby. He sees footprints going towards the house.]
[Mulder's car has been found and tow truck drivers prepare to drag it out. Another vehicle arrives and parks alongside a police car. Scully gets out. A patrol officer approaches her.]
COP: Excuse me.
SCULLY: I'm Dana Scully and that's my car.
COP: Right. I talked to some bigwig down at the FBI, called from Washington.
SCULLY: Yeah, that's him. Walter Skinner.
[Skinner walks up.]
SCULLY: Is there any indication what happened, or any footprints?
COP: Nothing. The snow is pretty heavy. But we did find this, you might want to give it to him. Excuse me.
SCULLY: It's his cell phone. It's got blood on it.
SKINNER: Hey, listen to me, calm down, stop and think. He's okay. He's got to be. He climbed out of this thing, he climbed out, he probably climbed up.
[Dacyshyn walks around the compound and goes to the chute that Cheryl had tumbled down. Mulder is crouched just inside and can see his shadow through the plastic covering the entrance. Dacyshyn walks on and Mulder listens to his footsteps moving away. In the ice bath, tubes have been inserted into Cheryl's neck through the incisions. A machine is switched on and blood starts circulating through the tubes. Tomczesyn's head has now been removed. Mulder peers through the plastic surrounding the operating area, then moves inside. He starts to speak, but he is shocked at what he's seeing and his voice is very quiet.]
MULDER: Stop what you're doing.
[They don't hear him, then he regains his voice and shouts.]
MULDER: Stop! Back off!
[He holds up the wrench, advancing towards them. They all speak in Russian.]
MULDER: Back away! Back off!
[The people continue to speak in Russian.]
MULDER: You speak English? Anybody speak English? I want her out of here. I want those tubes out of her neck and I want her neck sewn up. Do it! Do it!!
[Mulder goes over to the operating table, pulls back the sheet and sees the headless body. He grimaces.]
MULDER: Are you going to do what I say!
[The Russian doctor approaches him, frantically speaking in Russian. Mulder looks over to an ice bucket in which Tomczesyn's head has been place. The eyes open. The Russian doctor then injects Mulder with his tranquillizer. Dacyshyn comes into the room as Mulder crumples to the floor. He grabs Mulder and pull him and punches him in the face. Mulder falls to the floor.]
[Skinner drives his car, Scully in the passenger seat. ]
SKINNER: We will find him.
[Scully looks upset.]
SKINNER: I know Mulder. He'd get to a phone and call first. He wouldn't do anything crazy.
[She looks at him.]
SKINNER: Not overly crazy.
[Dacyshyn drags the headless body outside, then returns for the unconscious Mulder. He drags Mulder outside and then into a shed alongside the headless body. Mulder groans.]
[In Skinner's car, Scully has seen something.]
SCULLY: Wait a minute. Back up.
[Skinner brings his car to a halt, alongside a parked vehicle, then reverses back up the road.]
SCULLY: Stop.
[She gets out the car and walks over to a row of mail boxes. Skinner follows her.]
SKINNER: What is it?
[Scully stops at one mailbox that has the numbers 25 and 2 on it.]
SCULLY: Proverbs 25:2.
[In the shed, Dacyshyn lifts the headless body onto a chopping block. Mulder is groggy but notices the arm of the headless body, and sees a medical ID bracelet on it. Dacyshyn brings down an axe.]
[Scully opens the mailbox and looks through the mail. As she does so she quotes what Father Joe had said to her.]
SCULLY: The glory of God to hide a thing. I've got it. It's an invoice for medical supplies to a Dr. Uroff-Koltoff. It's an address on Bellflower Road.
[They look around.]
SKINNER: Maybe I could Google it.
[He takes out his phone.]
SCULLY: Listen.
SKINNER: What?
[They look around, seeking the source of the noise.]
SCULLY: Dogs. Dogs!
[In the shed, Mulder watches as Dacyshyn puts severed body parts into a black plastic bag. The axe is embedded in the chopping block. He reaches and gets hold of it, but he's still very weak. Dacyshyn intervenes, and pulls Mulder on to the chopping block. He starts sharpening the axe, smiling as he does so. He raises the axe, about to cut off Mulder's head, when he's hit by Scully wielding a long piece of wood. He falls to the ground. Scully goes to Mulder.]
SCULLY: Mulder. Can you hear me?
MULDER: Sorry about your car. The girl is still inside.
[Inside, the surgeon starts cutting into Cheryl's neck.]
SKINNER: Show me your hands!
[Skinner has his gun aimed at them. They speak in Russian to him.]
SKINNER: Put the scalpel down. Put that scalpel down!
[They continue to argue with him in Russian.]
SKINNER: Just put it down or I'll blow your goddamn hand off.
[The surgeon drops the scalpel and Skinner pushes him away.]
SKINNER: Get over there!
[He sees Cheryl in the ice tank.]
SKINNER: God, what have you done?
[The surgeon still argues with him in Russian.]
SKINNER: What have you done?!
[Scully enters.]
SCULLY: Mulder needs warm clothes and fluids.
[He indicates Cheryl in the ice bath.]
SCULLY: Oh, god.
[Scully takes off her coat.]
SCULLY: I've got work to do here.
[Skinner orders the people into the dog kennels.]
SKINNER: Get in! Get in!
[Scully scrubs up while Skinner goes outside to find Mulder.]
SKINNER: Mulder.
MULDER: The girl inside.
SKINNER: Scully's got her. She's in good hands.
MULDER: Skinner?
SKINNER: Yeah.
MULDER: I'm cold.
SKINNER: I got you. I got you.
[Skinner puts his coat around Mulder, then holds on to him to keep him warm.]

[It is day. Scully's car is parked outside their home. Inside, Mulder cuts out a newspaper article titled "FBI arrest modern-day Frankenstein doctor". Scully comes into his office.]
SCULLY: Mulder?
MULDER: What's up, doc?
SCULLY: Father Joe is dead.
[He turns round to look at her.]
SCULLY: He was clearly a very sick man.
[He tears a page from the newspaper.]
MULDER: Did you see this story? The FBI's claiming Father Joe was an accomplice. Not a word about his psychic connection.
SCULLY: He's dead, Mulder. We'll never know.
MULDER: I know, Scully, and I can prove it. Father Joe died of lung cancer, right? The same as that man that Dr. Frankenstein tried to give a new body.
SCULLY: Mulder.
MULDER: What time did you pull those tubes from that woman's neck. What time did you cut off the blood supply to that man's head? That's when Father Joe died. You get me his death certificate and I'll show it to you, and then I'll take it to the FBI and I'll show them.
SCULLY: Do you think they're really going to take your call?
MULDER: It's an injustice to the man's name.
SCULLY: Well, considering his crimes against those young boys, who is really going to care?
MULDER: I thought you believed him too.
SCULLY: I wanted to believe him. I did believe him. I acted on that belief.
[There's a pause. Scully is upset.]
MULDER: Why don't you just tell me what he said to you.
[She shakes her head. Mulder moves over to the poster on the wall and pins up the newspaper cutting which has a photograph showing Drummy leading away the Russian surgeon.]
SCULLY: He told me: Don't give up.
[Mulder turns to face her.]
SCULLY: And I didn't, and it saved your life. But I've put that boy through hell. And I have another surgery scheduled for this morning, because I believed that God was telling me to. Through a pedophile priest, no less.
MULDER: What if Father Joe's prayers were answered after all? What he were forgiven, because he didn't give up.
SCULLY: Try proving that one, Mulder. I'm due at the hospital.
[Scully leaves the house and walks up to the car. Mulder comes out of the front door onto the porch.]
MULDER: Scully? Why would he say that - "Don't give up"? Why would he say such a thing to you?
SCULLY: I think that was clearly meant for you, Mulder.
MULDER: He didn't say it to me. He said it to you. If Father Joe were the devil, why would he say the opposite of what the devil might say? Maybe that's the answer. The larger answer.
SCULLY: What do you mean?
MULDER: Don't give up.
[Scully starts to cry.]
SCULLY: Please don't make this any harder than it already is.
[He puts his arms around her.]
MULDER: If you have any doubts, any doubts at all, just call off that surgery this morning. And then we'll get out of here. Just me and you.
[Scully pulls away and looks closely at him, smiling slightly.]
SCULLY: As far away from the darkness as we can get?
[Mulder smiles.]
MULDER: I'm not sure it works that way. I think maybe the darkness finds you and me.
SCULLY: I know it does.
MULDER: But let it try.
[They both smile. Then kiss. Then Scully gets into her car.]

[The hospital. Scully walks down a corridor. She crosses paths with a woman who stares at her as she passes. She sees Christian's parents talking to Father Ybarra. She walks up the stairs. A little later, in the operating room, Scully prepares for the next procedure on Christian. She walks to the operating table, where Christian looks at her.]
WOMAN: Are you ready to begin, Dr. Scully?
[She looks around at the other people in the operating room. She sees three nuns looking in through the glass door. She steadies herself.]
SCULLY: Yes.
[She smiles at Christian.]


Brother Sun:
Deputy-Director Kersh?
 
FBI Deputy-Director Kersh :
I’m gonna ask you once and only once :
Where is he?
 
Brother Sun:
Sir, of whom are we speaking?
 
FBI Deputy-Director Kersh :
Cut the crap, agents.
 
Have you ever wondered why,
after 35 years in The Bureau,
Walter Skinner isn’t sitting on this side of The Desk?
 
Or even, perhaps, running this whole damn agency, for that matter?
 
Sister Moon :
Are you looking for Skinner?
 
FBI Deputy-Director Kersh :
Let me be unambiguous,
in the event that there are any questions about this
in your Conspiracy-addled Minds :
 
Walter Skinner’s stalled carer
has everything to do with his…
Blind Loyalty to The Both of You
and your misguided search for some….
( handwaving )
imaginary Truth.
 
Brother Sun:
Sir, what is this about?
 
 
FBI Deputy-Director Kersh :
Skinner’s gone AWOL, Agent Mulder.
Without warning or explanation.
 
And frankly, 
I don’t buy your naïveté,
not even for a moment.
 
He hasn’t been the same
since The Two of You returned to The Bureau.
 
Sister Moon :
Sir, has anyone checked his apartment?
Could he have had some kind of a medical emergency?
 
FBI Deputy-Director Kersh :
The Director’s asking questions
about Skinner’s activities
that I can’t answer.
 
There is some implication 
that he recently started poking-around
in places he shouldn’t be poking.
 
Brother Sun:
….What sort of places..?
 
FBI Deputy-Director Kersh :
I couldn’t say.
 
But if you Truly Care about His Future in The FBI,
I suggest you bring him back here while he still has
a Future to return to.
 
 
 
 
 
Sister Moon :
What Happened to The Old, Reliable Skinner
we Knew and Loved?
 
Brother Sun:
Well, based on his dubious behaviour the past couple of months,
it’s safe to say The Old Skinner has left The Building.
 
 
 
 
 
Brother Sun :
Ambulance is on it’s way :
....I would call Kersh —
as soon as you get cell reception.
 
Skin-Man :
Something you wanna share?
 
Sister Moon :
Kersh…. Indicated to us, that we were responsible 
for your lack of upward mobility in The Bureau.
 
Skin-Man :
If it wasn’t for You Two,
I wouldn’t be Here right now.
 
I’m not talking about the fact that you showed up here today.
 
Wincing, he painfully pulls down an old photo album
from it’s shelving behind his right shoulder, 
onto his lap.
 
He opens it.
 
Removes a photograph of himself,
and ’s Father, in Vietnam.
 
I enlisted in The Marine Corps
the day that I turned 18.
 
I was a kid.
 
Full of callow Self-Confidence and Faith,
and this….
 
This kind of Uncorrupted Belief that
I Was Doing The Right Thing.
 
John James….
He didn’t enlist.
He, uh, he was drafted.
 
And His Whole Life
was completely upended by a war that he really,
truly didn’t even understand.
 
He was so afraid all the time.
I felt like I had to protect him.
 
But I didn’t.
 
I couldn’t.
 
That experience in Vietnam with John, it...
it put a dent in that Blind Faith
that I had in My Government.
 
It planted seeds of -
of mistrust.
 
I tried for years to supress that mistrust,
but it gnawed at me.
 
he scoffs and shakes his head with a grin — 
 
Then You Two….
 
You Two came along,
and you taught me,
not to hide from it, but to….
have the guts to Shine a Light
directly into The Darkest Corners.
 
And if given The Choice
between Advancing My Career
by being blindly loyal to some faceless puppeters
pulling strings from The Shadows
or to Throw-in with You Two,
make no mistake about it,
 
I’d make The Same Decision
every single damn time.
 
M&S exchange a look of
Pure Love for This Man
across The Room.
 
So I’m gonna go back.
I’m gonna Kiss The Ring.
 
But I intend to
Do Right by This Man.
( John James )
And that means Finding The Truth
of What The Hell it was They used him for.
 
No Matter The Cost.
 
I owe him that.
 
scoffs
 
I owe myself that.
 
His Wound is bothering him — 
As he rises, Scully Helps Him to Stand.
 
Before he reaches The Door, 
Mulder calls out after him,
and he turns back to face them — 
 
Brother Sun :
Skinner.
We’re with You.
 
He half-smiles, nods grimly, 
gets a stoically firm grip on his emotions
and steps out into The Sunlight.