Deep Throat:
They can change your name, but they can't change the things you love.
Mulder:
Scully! I knew you'd come. They told me you were dead.
Scully:
And you believed them? Traitor.
Mulder:
What?
Scully:
Deserter. Coward.
Mulder:
Scully, don't... I'm dying.
Scully:
You're not supposed to die, Mulder - not here.
Mulder:
What do you mean?
Scully:
Not in a comfortable bed with the devil outside.
Mulder:
No, you don't understand. He's taking care of me.
Scully:
No, Mulder, he's lulled you to sleep. He's made you trade your true mission for creature comforts.
Mulder:
There was no mission. There were no aliens.
Scully:
No aliens. Have you looked outside, Mulder?
Mulder:
I can't. I'm... too tired.
Scully:
No, Mulder, you must get up. You must get up and fight... especially you. This isn't your place. Get up, Mulder. Get up and fight the fight.
Mulder:
Scully, what are you doing here? Actually, I was just getting dressed to come see you but I... I couldn't find a tie to go with my victory cap.
Scully:
Mulder, no work. You have to go back to bed.
Mulder:
Oh, wait. Tie goes to the runner. Scully, I, um... I was coming down... to work to tell you that Albert Hosteen is dead. He died last night in New Mexico. He'd been in a coma for two weeks. There was... no way he could have been in your apartment.
Scully:
He was there - we... we prayed together. Mulder, I don't believe that. I... I don't believe it. It's impossible.
Mulder:
Is it any more impossible than what you saw in Africa or what you saw in me?
Scully:
I don't know what to believe any more. Mulder, I was so determined to find a cure to save you that I could deny what it was that I saw and now I don't even know... I don't know... I don't know what the truth is... I don't know who to listen to. I don't know who to trust. Diana Fowley was found murdered this morning. I never trusted her... but she helped save your life just as much as I did. She gave me that book. It was her key that led me to you. I'm sorry... I'm so sorry. I know she was your friend.
Mulder:
Scully, I was like you once - I didn't know who to trust. Then I... I chose another path... another life, another fate, where I found my sister. The end of my world was unrecognisable and upside down. There was one thing that remained the same. You... were my friend, and you told me the truth. Even when the world was falling apart, you were my constant... my touchstone.
Scully:
And you are mine.
Scully:
I came in search of something I did not believe existed. I've stayed on now, in spite of myself. In spite of everything I've ever held to be true. I will continue here as long as I can... as long as you are beset by the haunting illness which I saw consume your beautiful mind. What is this discovery I've made? How can I reconcile what I see with what I know? I feel this was meant not for me to find but for you... to make sense of - make the connections which can't be ignored... connections which, for me, deny all logic and reason. What is this source of power I hold in my hand - this rubbing - a simple impression taken from the surface of the craft? I watched this rubbing take its undeniable hold on you, saw you succumb to its spiralling effect. Now I must work to uncover what your illness prevents you from finding. In the source of every illness lies its cure.
Scully:
I feel you slipping away from me with every minute I fail here. What are the elusive meanings I cannot see, that are hidden here? If I could understand it, know how it affected you, learn how to use its power to save you.
Scully:
Mulder, it's me. I know that you can hear me. If you can just give me some sign. I want you to know where I've been... what I found. I think that, if you know, that you could find a way to hold on. I need you to hold on. I found a key... the key... to every question that has ever been asked. It's a puzzle... but the pieces are there for us to put together and I know that they can save you if you can just hold on. Mulder... please. Hold on.
Albert Hosteen:
You're running out of time.
Scully:
Why do you come to me like this? Why? When I can't find him.
Albert Hosteen:
You don't look in the right place.
Scully:
I don't think you're hearing me.
Albert Hosteen:
You don't know where he is?
Scully:
Even if I did I wouldn't know how to save him. This science makes no sense to me.
Albert Hosteen:
Have you looked for him here?
Scully:
Are you asking me to pray?
Albert Hosteen:
There are more worlds than the one you can hold in your hand.
The Cigarette Smoking Man:
[
to Mulder] Don't be so dramatic. Only part of you is dying. The part that played the hero. You've suffered enough - for the X-Files, for your partner, for the world. You're not Christ, you're not Prince Hamlet - you're not even Ralph Nader!
The Cigarette Smoking Man:
[
to Mulder] I am your father.
Mulder:
Scully, I was like you once. I didn't know who to trust. Then I... I chose another path... another life, another fate, where I found my sister. The end of my world was unrecognizable and upside down. There was one thing that remained the same. You were my friend, and you told me the truth. Even when the world was falling apart, you were my constant. My touchstone.
Scully:
And you are mine.
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