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SPECIALIST: I've gone over the charts you've sent and consulted another pediatric neurologist who works with me here. We're alarmed by two things.
SCULLY: The deficiency in lipid metabolism and the severely diminished enzyme output.
SPECIALIST: Right. That's exactly right.
SCULLY: Both indicate lysosomal storage illness.
SPECIALIST: You're the boy's primary physician, Dr....
SCULLY: Scully. Dana Scully. (...) My fear is that it's a type 2 degenerative brain disease like Sandhoff disease and his enzymes aren't clearing the lipids from his brain, causing atrophy.
SPECIALIST: If you suspect Sandhoff disease, I'd test the boy's levels of hexosaminidase.
SCULLY: I've done that. What I'm looking for here, doctor, is a course of treatment.
SPECIALIST: There is no treatment for Sandhoff. If there were, I'm sure you'd tell me.
MULDER: What's up, doc?
SCULLY: You've become awfully trusting Mulder, for a man wanted by the FBI.
MULDER: Eyes in the back of my head, Scully. "Auf einer Wellenlänge", as the Germans say. It's a precognitive state often confused with simple human intuition, in which the brain perceives the deep logic underlying transitory human existence, unaided by the conscious mind, materializing much as you did just now. Though if you'd actually materialized, you'd be rapidly de-materializing. But who believes that crap anymore?
SCULLY: Well, they do at the FBI apparently. I had a visitor today, Mulder. The FBI want your help finding a missing agent.
[Mulder pins the newspaper article, "Princeton closes ESP lab after 40 years of paranormal study" on the board next to his I Want To Believe poster.]
MULDER: Well, I hope you told them go screw themselves.
SCULLY: You know, the truth is, I worry about you, and the effects of long-term isolation.
[Mulder chuckles.]
MULDER: I'm fine here. Happy as a clam.
MULDER: Okay, I'll go. Under one condition.
SCULLY: I'd like to ask something. What was it you were praying for in there, sir?
FATHER JOE: For the salvation of my immortal soul.
SCULLY: And you think God hears your prayers?
FATHER JOE: Do you think he hears yours?
SCULLY: I didn't bugger thirty-seven altar boys.
FATHER JOE: Oh.
MULDER: That's a colorful way of putting it.
SCULLY: I have another word, if you like.
MULDER: I'm sure you do.
SCULLY: What are you doing?
MULDER: Going to take him for a ride, see just how psychic this Father Joe really is.
SCULLY: Yeah, well, it's been fun.
[She starts walking away.]
MULDER: Scully. Nobody's going to make you sit next to him.
SCULLY: Thanks, but I've already been taken for a ride. Anyway, he doesn't want me there.
[She walks down the steps and he follows.]
MULDER: I want you here.
SCULLY: This isn't my life anymore, Mulder. I'm done chasing monsters in the dark. I think you've done all they've asked of you here too. You know, no-one says you have to stay here.
MULDER: These people need my help. I could really use yours.
FATHER JOE: I don't know this girl. This Agent Bannan of yours. I haven't a clue of the connection.
MULDER: There's always something, however small.
FATHER JOE: And who made you the expert?
MULDER: I once investigated a series of cases involving unexplained phenomena for the FBI.
FATHER JOE: So you believe in these sort of things?
MULDER: Let's just say I want to believe.
MULDER: I can feel you thinking.
SCULLY: I'm sorry, can't sleep.
[Mulder, who is lying alongside her, lifts up his head.]
MULDER: Actually, I have a little something for that.
[He cuddles up to her.]
SCULLY: Just a little something?
MULDER: Thank you. What's the matter?
SCULLY: I have a patient. A young boy with a rare brain disease, and he's very, very sick.
MULDER: Why haven't you told me about this before?
SCULLY: I thought there was something I could do.
MULDER: There's not?
SCULLY: Well, there's radical treatments but nobody wants to talk about those. Even the experts say there's nothing to be done. Nothing but let him die. So I'm lying here cursing God for all his cruelties.
MULDER: And do you think God is losing any sleep?
SCULLY: Why bring a kid into the world just to make him suffer? I don't know, Mulder, I've got such a connection to this boy.
MULDER: How old is he?
SCULLY: You think it's because of William.
MULDER: I think our son left us both with an emptiness that can't be filled. Just go to sleep. Let me curse God for a while.
SCULLY: Thank you.
[They kiss.]
SCULLY: Scratchy beard.
SCULLY: This is my fault.
MULDER: What do you mean, it's your fault.
SCULLY: For getting you involved in this.
MULDER: No, no. It was the right thing to do, Scully.
SCULLY: This is not about finding an FBI agent. This is about you trying to save your sister.
MULDER: My sister is dead.
SCULLY: It hasn't stopped you from looking for her. Mulder, I have been through this too many years with you, believing you can you save her. You cannot save her, not now and not ever.
(...)
SCULLY: What are you doing?
MULDER: I'm trying to ignore you.
MULDER: You asked me to get involved, Scully. Now I'm asking for you stay involved.
SCULLY: Mulder, you helped them already. You broke the case for them. Why don't you just let the FBI pursue it.
MULDER: We're so close now.
SCULLY: And I'm asking you let it go.
MULDER: It's not that simple.
SCULLY: No, it's complicated.
MULDER: What's that's supposed to mean?
(...)
SCULLY: I'm a doctor, Mulder. That's not my life any more.
MULDER: I know that.
SCULLY: You're not understanding me. I can't look into the darkness with you any more, Mulder. I cannot stand what it does to you or to me.
MULDER: I'm fine with it, Scully. I'm actually okay. I'm good.
SCULLY: Yeah, that's what scares me.
MULDER: Where else would you have me look if you want me to find these women alive?
SCULLY: I'm asking you to look at yourself.
MULDER: Why? I don't think I'm the one who's changed.
SCULLY: We're not FBI any more, Mulder. We are two people who come home at night, to a home now. I don't want that darkness in my home.
MULDER: Scully, this is who I am. It's who I've always been. This is who I was before I met you. It's what I do, it's everything I know.
SCULLY: Write it down. Put it in a book.
MULDER: You're asking me to give up?
SCULLY: No. I can't tell you to do that, Mulder. But I can tell you that I won't be coming home.
MULDER: Scully.
SCULLY: Mulder, I've got my own battles to fight.
MULDER: Don't do this.
SCULLY: Please don't argue with me.
MULDER: Don't do this now.
SCULLY: I don't know what else to do.
[He turns away slightly, not knowing what to say. Then nods slightly.]
MULDER: Good luck, then.
[He leaves.]
SCULLY: You too.
[Father Joe's apartment. He is sitting on his bed, in his dressing gown, when there is a knock on the door. He opens it to find Scully standing a little away from the door, her hands on her hips.]
FATHER JOE: A vision, if ever I had one.
SCULLY: May I speak with you?
FATHER JOE: Would you like to come in?
SCULLY: You said something to me the other night in the snow.
FATHER JOE: Yes. I said, "don't give up".
SCULLY: I need to know why you said that.
FATHER JOE: I haven't the faintest idea.
[She stands up.]
FATHER JOE: Were you hoping for another answer?
SCULLY: Do you know anything about me?
FATHER JOE: Other than that you loath me?
SCULLY: Do you know what it is that I do?
FATHER JOE: No. I can see you're a woman of faith, but not in the same things as your husband.
SCULLY: He's not my husband.
FATHER JOE: Do you care to tell me about yourself?
SCULLY: No!
FATHER JOE: Do you care to offer confession?
SCULLY: I don't think you're...
FATHER JOE: What? In a position to judge? And yet you've judged me, haven't you?
SCULLY: You deserve to be judged.
(...)
FATHER JOE: Proverbs 25:2.
[She storms out of the room then turns back.]
SCULLY: What?!
FATHER JOE: God's glory to conceal a thing, for the honor of kings. To search out a matter.
SCULLY: Don't you quote scripture to me!
FATHER JOE: What are you doing here? What are you afraid of?
SCULLY: "Don't give up"! What was that for?!
FATHER JOE: I don't know.
SCULLY: I don't believe you!
FATHER JOE: I'm telling you the truth.
SCULLY: They were your words!
FATHER JOE: I don't know why I said...
SCULLY: You said them to my face!
SCULLY: Mulder, you think I don't understand, but I do. This stubbornness of yours, is why I fell in love with you.
MULDER: It's like you said, it's why we can't be together.
SKINNER: I know Mulder. He'd get to a phone and call first. He wouldn't do anything crazy.
MULDER: Did you see this story? The FBI's claiming Father Joe was an accomplice. Not a word about his psychic connection. (...) 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.
MULDER: Why don't you just tell me what he said to you.
SCULLY: He told me: Don't give up. 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: 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.
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.
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.]
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