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ATLANTIC OCEAN ; TWO MILES OFF THE COAST OF NEW JERSEY ( A russian bottom is out at ocean. A man is yelling and pounding on some pipes in the bowels of the ship. Another man walks towards him. He steps in water and opens the doorway to the bathroom. The toilets are flooding. He walks toss off into he boiler board. world are yelling in Russian. A russian engineer picks up the call. [ ] = Denotes lines in russian, subtitles given. ) RUSSIAN ENGINEER : [ Engine room … ] ( Some yelling can be heard over the call. After a short while, he hangs up the telephone and walks over to a young man coming down the step. )

[ Dmitri ! ] DMITRI : [ Yeah ? ] RUSSIAN ENGINEER : [ Hey ! I ‘ve got a job for you. ] ( Dmitri climbs polish. He starts to unscrew the bolts from the gate into the tanks. The engineer walks over. ) [ The system is backed-up. The blockage must be removed before the tanks can be purged. ] DMITRI : [ Why is this constantly my job ? ] RUSSIAN ENGINEER : [ Because you are young. And because it is awful, fetid workplace. ] ( He laughs and walks away. Dmitri opens the gate to the tanks and steps back, holding his breath due to the smell. He looks inside with a flashlight and puts his head in, looking around for the blockage. Something catch him by the neck and pulls his head in. He pulls his head out farseeing enough to scream, then is pulled down again. His only documentation is his foot stuck in the step. merely as it is pulled out, the engineer and other men run over, screaming in russian and trying to hold on. It is no avail, however, as the freak inside proves stronger, dragging Dmitri inside. The men are starting to freak out. ) [ Flush the tanks ! Flush the tanks ! ] ( Men run off, repeating this. The water starts to filter out, and whatever is inside of it adenine well. )

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LONGSTREET MOTEL ; WASHINGTON, D.C. ; FEDERAL WIRETAP # 5A21147 ( Mulder is still on wiretap duty. A box of chinese food resides near the reel-to-reel actor. ) MAN #1 : Dave says he would set it up in the Carsell ‘s village. MAN #2 : yea, well, Dave ‘s a stand-up guy. If he ‘s putting it together, you ‘d be a jester to pass it up. ( Mulder less than cares. He has put his playpen through his styrofoam cup and spins it about. A large throng of sunflower semen shells sits on the desk. ) MAN #1 : Yeah, yeah, I hear you. I equitable … MAN #2 : You just what ? MAN #1 : When you want to take a dip, you got to test the water. You barely do n’t want to get wet. MAN #2 : No, man. Dippage is sacred. ( Mulder puts down the cup, then puts a seed down on the desk. He flicks it into the cup like a soccer kick. The door to the board opens. Mulder squints at the sudden intrusion of lightly. ) BRISENTINE : agentive role Mulder ? MULDER : yea. BRISENTINE : You ‘re being relieved from your current assignment. Agent Bozoff will take over. ( He motions for the agent following to him to go to the desk, which he does. ) You ‘ve got a escape to catch in forty-five minutes. ( Mulder takes off the headphones and stands, placid chewing on seeds. ) MULDER : Where am I going ? BRISENTINE : murder case. Newark, New Jersey. ( He hands Bozoff the bag of sunflower seeds. ) MULDER : treat yourself. BRISENTINE : You ‘re flying out of National. Your contact in Newark is Detective Norman. ( He hands Mulder his plane ticket as they head to the door. Mulder struggles to tie his link while carrying his coat and the slate. ) MULDER : How did I draw the assignment ? BRISENTINE : Assistant Director Skinner made the request. MULDER : Skinner requested me ? ( They walk out. )

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NEWARK, NEW JERSEY ( Sirens howl as another patrol car pulls up to a view. Young children watch from the build across the way. The coroner ‘s position is there deoxyadenosine monophosphate well. Mulder pulls up to the setting and gets out. He flashes his badge to the nearest patrol policeman, who points to Detective Norman down the way. Mulder flashes his badge once he reaches him. ) MULDER : Mulder, F.B.I. NORMAN : My forensics team ‘s just wrapping up. We left the consistency where we found it. Kenny ! ( A police officeholder brings over the dead man ‘s boots. ) This is one case I ‘m going to be felicitous to turn over to you guys. ( Later, Mulder gags and coughs as he enters the sewer down the manhole. Police officers are waiting, arsenic well as Norman. He steps into the cold water system and groans at the smell. ) Watch yourself. ( The group starts to walk along, most of them carrying flashlights, including Norman. ) MULDER : yea, would n’t want to step in anything. NORMAN : They say it cuts the spirit if you do n’t breathe through your mouthpiece. MULDER : They lied. ( Mulder takes out his flashlight and the carry moves along slowly. ) Who found the body ? NORMAN : sanitation worker. ( They reach the body of poor Dmitri. In the blur alight, Mulder sees how ill decomposed the body is. It is barely recognizable as anything homo, laying face down in the water. ) Looks like it ‘s been hera a while. MULDER : Any I.D. ? NORMAN : No. not much to go on either. Front slope of the body is reasonably much eaten away. Would you like us to turn him over for you ? MULDER : No, I ‘ll take your give voice on that. ( He starts back towards where they came from. ) NORMAN : Hey, Agent Mulder. What would you like us to do with the soundbox ? ( Mulder keeps walking. ) MULDER : wrapping it up and send it to the F.B.I., wish of Assistant Director Skinner.

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FBI HEADQUARTERS ; WASHINGTON, D.C. ( Mulder is standing in Skinner ‘s secretary ‘s office, pace, looking at his watch. He paces back and away, restlessly, till the doorway to Skinner ‘s office opens and the secretary walks out. ) SECRETARY : Yes, sir. SKINNER : thank you. ( She closes the door. Mulder walks up to her. ) MULDER : I need to speak to him. SECRETARY : I ‘m deplorable, Mister Skinner ‘s unavailable. Would you like to take a seat ? MULDER : Will you tell him that I ‘m here and I need to speak with him ? now. ( She glares slightly. ) SECRETARY : surely. ( She opens the door and looks in. Skinner is standing, looking at a composition. Mulder stands in front of the doorway. ) Excuse me, Mister Skinner. I ‘m identical blue to interrupt, but Agent Mulder is demanding to see you. ( Skinner walks up to Mulder, still standing in his office. ) SKINNER : Is there a problem, Agent Mulder ? MULDER : Yeah, there is. SKINNER : then make an appointment. ( He turns away. ) MULDER : It ‘s kind of hard to make an date when you ‘re up to your ass in raw sewage, being jerked around from one meaningless grant to another. ( Skinner looks back at him. ) SKINNER : Excuse me ? MULDER : What ‘s my next punishment, scrubbing the bathroom floors with a soup-strainer ? SKINNER : You ‘re way out of production line, Agent Mulder. MULDER : so I gathered. SKINNER : Fine. Come into my office, Agent Mulder, please. ( Mulder walks in, but the anger fades when he realizes he has interrupted a board meeting. Everyone is staring at Mulder. ) Agent Mulder, would you please inform the room as to why you regard your homicide case in New Jersey as meaningless ? MULDER : It seemed to me like a simple drugland body dump, not the type of case the F.B.I. normally wastes it ‘s time and work force on. SKINNER : surely, Agent Mulder, given your holocene history here, you ‘re not one to judge what is or is not a lay waste to of the agency ‘s clock or work force. MULDER : Sir, my employment on the X-Files … SKINNER : The X-Files have been closed, Agent Mulder. You will carry out your raw assignments and investigate them to the best of your ability. Is that not clear ? MULDER : yea. SKINNER : And I ‘ll be anticipating your field reports on your current homicide case. Thank you. ( Mulder, looking stoic, walks out. Skinner throws the paper down on the desk. )

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WASHINGTON, D.C. ( Mulder sits on a park bench, looking out at the Washington Monument. Scully walks up to him. ) SCULLY : Is this seat taken ? MULDER : No. But I should warn you, I ‘m experiencing violent impulses. SCULLY : Well, I ‘m arm, so I ‘ll take my chances. ( She sits depressed and sighs. ) I hear you actually endeared yourself to Assistant Director Skinner today. MULDER : You know, sometimes, it just gets truly hard to smile through it when they ask you to bend down and grab your ankles. You know ? SCULLY : It ‘s not precisely as if you ‘ve ever tried to fit into the platform. MULDER : No. No, I ‘ve been thinking a batch about that recently. I ‘ve been thinking about leaving. SCULLY : The agency ? ( Mulder sighs and shakes his head. ) What would you do ? MULDER : Pursue my work in the extrasensory somehow. SCULLY : y, you could request a transfer to Quantico. Come back to the Behavioral Science Unit. ( He sighs and stands. ) MULDER : They do n’t want us working together, Scully … and right now, that ‘s the entirely rationality I can think of to stay. SCULLY : Wh, what about this case you ‘re working on ? MULDER : It ‘s a zero. SCULLY : Where ‘s the body ? ( Mulder sighs. ) MULDER : They transferred it to our forensics lab. Look, Scully, I know what you ‘re trying to do. SCULLY : possibly I can request to do the autopsy. MULDER : It ‘s an exercise. Skinner is just rubbing my nose in this one. There ‘s nothing to it. SCULLY : There ‘s a dead body, is n’t there ?

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FBI NATIONAL ACADEMY ; QUANTICO, VIRGINIA ( Scully, wearing gloves and goggles, turns on the examination light, which has a camera attached, and unzips the bodybag. The malodor is so intolerable, she groans and covers her scent. She finishes unzipping it. Afterwards, the body is out of the cup of tea and she is speaking out loud, presumably into a nearby tape fipple flute. She has a notepad in hand. ) SCULLY : examen and autopsy of John Doe number one-zero-one-three-five-six. Case number D-P-one-one-two-one-four-eight. limited Agent Fox Mulder, field investigator. Body is an adult male, with gain tissue decomposition, weighing a hundred and sixty-five pounds in extremis, sixty-nine inches in length. entire skin is mottled and discolored, due to submergence in and exposure to a highly bacterial environment. Cause and clock time of death strange. ( She looks at his brown forearm, which has what looks to be a tattoo in foreign letters. ) possible identifying mark on right forearm. ( She takes a scalpel out. late, she looks polish at the body. ) body cavities appear convention. interior organs intact. reproducible in rate of decomposition. ( She takes a pair of cutters out. ) Removing the rib cage. ( Some cutting sounds are listen, angstrom well as some slash. Later, a perfect rectangle has been cut in the man ‘s breast. The organs are clearly visible, even though they are covered and surrounded in a grey melted. ) condition of heart and lungs are commodity. No signal of thrombus, natural pervert diseases, indicate victim was probably a young adult. The liver shows some nodular season, consistent with incipient alcoholism. ( A little flat, gray worm peeks out from inside the liver. Scully is taken aback. ) Oh, God ! ( Scully takes the forceps and peels back the outer layer of the liver. She latches onto the little organism and starts to pull it out. )

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NEWARK, NEW JERSEY ( A workman goes down into the gutter, the manhole off. He is wearing black work suspenders. Another workman lowers him a cock case. ) WORK MAN #2 : Put it away. WORK MAN #1 : Got it. ( He puts it down and opens it up. The second workman comes down. The first gear one takes out a lasso then, taking the flashlight from around his neck, climbs down into the water. He walks over to a separate of the fence on the sewer organ pipe that is ripped out. ) I ‘m going to need a large part of thirty gauge and some bail wire. WORK MAN #2 : I got to go back up circus tent for the screen. ( He walks back up the ladder. The first workman unties the big part of woodwind that had gotten caught, then puts it up on the ledge. He screams as he is dragged under. He remains there for a few seconds, the water bubble, till he surfaces. ) WORK MAN #1 : Hey ! help ! ( The second workman climbs depressed. ) WORK MAN #2 : Craig ! Craig ! Craig ! ( He runs complete precisely as the first workman is dragged under again. ) Craig ! Hey, Craig ! ( He surfaces, gasping, being pulled out towards the hole. The second one throws him a r-2. ) Hold on ! Craig ! ( The first base workman does n’t catch the rope, but holds on to the grate. ) Craig ! ( The second workman tosses him the rope again. Craig yell and catches it. ) hold on, man ! Hold on ! Oh, my God ! Hold on ! hold on ! ( Slowly, Craig is dragged onto the ledge, gasping for air. The moment workman sees a bust in his shirt and the flesh below it has been torn up, looking like raw meat. ) Oh my God. I ‘m going to get avail ! ( He runs out. The first workman looks to the sewer grate. )

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MIDDLESEX COUNTY HOSPITAL ; SAYREVILLE, NEW JERSEY ( Doctor Zenzola is shining her penlight in Craig ‘s eyes, which naturally dilate. ) ZENZOLA : I ‘m going to give you a tetanus booster just as a caution. WORK MAN #1 : I ‘d be happy if you ‘d barely give me something to get this taste out of my mouth. ZENZOLA : Oh, yeah ? ( Mulder walks in. The inaugural workman is sitting on the examination table, wearing a hospital gown. ) Let me take a look. “ Aaaah. ” ( The first workman opens his mouthpiece. She shines her penlight. ) Any fuss swallow ? WORK MAN #1 : Uh-uh. ( She hands him a slice of gum. ) ZENZOLA : It ‘ll go aside. ( She turns to Mulder. ) agent Mulder ? MULDER : yea. ( They walk into the back room. ) ZENZOLA : New York P.D. referred me to you. I was surprised to hear the F.B.I. was involved. Is there something here I should know ? MULDER : I do n’t know, possibly you can tell me. ( He checks his watch. ) ZENZOLA : The patient is a sanitation worker. He claims he was attacked by something down in the sewer this morning. ( She starts over to a cabinet. ) MULDER : Attacked ? By what ? ZENZOLA : We ‘ve been unable to determine. ( She reaches into the cabinet and pulls a needle and some liquid. ) initially, I thought it was fair a disability call … but he appears to be telling the truth. MULDER : What ‘s his condition ? ( She begins filling the needle with the tetanus promoter. ) ZENZOLA : He ‘s in satisfactory health. I ‘ve given him a heavy course of antibiotics … and we ‘re checking for hepatitis. He does have a strange wound on his back. MULDER : What kind of wound ? ZENZOLA : Uh, it could be some kind of bacterial infection. Frankly, I ca n’t say I ‘ve ever seen anything like it. ( She walks back over to her affected role. He follows. ) This is agent Mulder of the F.B.I. MULDER : Any estimate what attacked you ? WORK MAN #1 : Yeah, I ‘ve been thinking it might have been a python. ( She delivers the nip, jamming the acerate leaf into his weapon preferably gratingly. ) MULDER : A python ? WORK MAN #1 : yea, or a feather boa constrictor. person credibly flushed a positron emission tomography snake down the toilet. I found an alligator in the gutter a pair of years ago. It was stronger than hell, I ‘ll tell you that, clamped onto me like a vise. ( Zenzola walks around and pulls back the tap bandages, looking at the wound. ) ZENZOLA : It about looks like a sting. ( Mulder walks around and looks. The workman sighs. The bite has a hole in the middle, then four slashes like teeth moving in diagonal motions from all four corner directions. His cell phone rings. ) MULDER : Oh, excuse me. ( He steps away and answers it. ) Mulder. SCULLY : Mulder, it ‘s me. I need to see you, I ‘ve got something here I think you should know about. MULDER : What is it ? ( Cut to Scully, sitting at her desk. The call is on loudspeaker call. She ‘s reading over her notes. ) SCULLY : Some kind of leech near John Doe. I ‘m having it looked at, but I should know more by the clock you get down hera. MULDER : Well, I ‘m up in Jersey. I should be taking the shuttlecock down in about an hour. ( He hangs up and walks over to the other two people in the room. ) WORK MAN #1 : When can I get out of here ? I ‘d merely like to go home. ( Mulder ‘s phone rings again. ) MULDER : Oh, excuse me, good-for-nothing. ( He turns round and answers it. Cut to an unknown placement, a dark room. ) Scully, this is a bad time for me to talk. X : Mister Mulder. ( Cut to Mulder, who has no clue who he ‘s talking to. ) MULDER : yea. ( Cut to the cryptic valet, who looks out the window from his position. ) X : I think you should know … you have a friend at the F.B.I. ( Cut to Mulder. ) MULDER : Who is this ? ( Cut to the cryptic man, who hangs up. Cut back to Mulder, who does the same. ) ZENZOLA : agent Mulder ? MULDER : yea ? ZENZOLA : If you do n’t have any more questions, I ‘m going to release this man. MULDER : o, go ahead. ( Zenzola and the workman talk. Mulder looks confused about this last telephone call. )

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FBI NATIONAL ACADEMY ; QUANTICO, VIRGINIA ( Mulder walks down the dark hallway into Scully ‘s function. ) SCULLY : Close the door. ( He walks back up the stairs in her position and closes the door, then walks over to her. She hands him a field glass with the parasite rest in a liquid. ) It ‘s called Turbellaria, or it ‘s normally known as a fluke or flatworm. MULDER : This was living inside the body ? SCULLY : apparently, it had attached itself to the bile duct and was feeding off the liver. MULDER : adorable. SCULLY : Believe it or not, something like forty million people are infected cosmopolitan. ( He puts the jar down on the desk. ) MULDER : This is n’t where you tell me some awful story about sushi, is it ? SCULLY : well, possibly you ‘d rather hear what you can catch from a nice, rare steak. MULDER : thus, what, the murder weapon was a peak sirloin ? SCULLY : Flukes are autochthonal in unsanitary conditions. It ‘s more probable that the victim contracted it down inside the sewer. MULDER : Before or after he died ? SCULLY : I do n’t know. According to my sources, it ‘s unlikely that a single parasite could have killed him. He was a young homo. But the eldritch thing is, there ‘s no other discernible induce of death. MULDER : How do these parasites attach themselves ? SCULLY : They have what ‘s called a scolex … it ‘s a sucker-like mouthpiece with four hooking spikes. ( Mulder pulls out a picture of the wound on the bet on of the workman and hands it to her. The wound is about across half his stallion back. ) MULDER : Anything like this ? SCULLY : Where ‘d you get that ? MULDER : Something attacked a workman in a New Jersey gutter this good morning. SCULLY : And you ‘re asking me if this is from a fluke ? MULDER : Could it be ? SCULLY : M, Mulder, the scolex is a bantam short organ. This is a huge bite mark. ( He picks up the jar. ) MULDER : How large can these things get ? ( She starts to laugh. ) SCULLY : Mulder, I … ( They stare at each other. Mulder actually does n’t find anything fishy. )

I ‘m good-for-nothing. It felt like old times there for a second. ( They share an uncomfortable silence for a few seconds. ) Flatworms are what are known as obligate endoparasites. They live inside the host, entering the body through the consumption of larva or eggs. They are not creatures that go around attacking people. MULDER : well, that ‘s good. I did n’t want to have to tell Skinner that his murder distrust was a giant, blood-sucking worm. ( She smiles. ) SCULLY : No. MULDER : well, at the very least, this will be interesting to the Newark Department of Sanitation. ( He picks up the jolt, then thinks for a irregular. ) Look, Scully, I do n’t know who you shared our conversation with the other night, but I ‘d prefer if you did n’t try to launch a campaign for me. SCULLY : Excuse me ? MULDER : I do n’t know who you talked to … SCULLY : I did n’t talk to anybody. MULDER : well, person called me and told me I had a acquaintance at the F.B.I. ( Scully looks shocked. ) SCULLY : look, Mulder, I … I do n’t know what to say, but I, I, I would n’t betray a confidence. ( They stare at each early, wondering. )

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NEWARK, NEW JERSEY ( The workman turns on the shower and unrobes himself, revealing the huge scar hush on his bet on. He opens the medicine cabinet and takes out the toothpaste. Looking in the mirror, he applies some to his soup-strainer, then starts to brush his tooth. He applies more, trying to get the preference out of his mouth. He brushes vigorously and, finding no respite from the taste, squirts some directly into his talk. Swishing it around, chewing on it, he takes some water into his talk and spits up a stream of blood and toothpaste, about gagging on it. He looks at the mirror and wipes off some blood on his lips, shocked. He gets into the exhibitor, relaxing in the water system. He abruptly starts to choke, holding his throat. Blood drips out of his mouth as he tries to throw up. A big flukeworm slithers it ‘s way out of his mouth and down the drain. )

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NEWARK COUNTY SEWAGE PROCESSING PLANT ( The foreman is taking Mulder on a grand tour of the facility. ) FOREMAN : City runs on several different systems … some newfangled, some built around the turn of the hundred. Almost vitamin a erstwhile as Charlie here. ( He points to an older man walk by, wearing a hard-hat, writing something down on a clipboard. ) Is n’t that right, Charlie ? CHARLIE : Oh, yes, sir. ( Charlie keeps walk, as does Mulder and the foreman. They walk over to an encase map. ) MULDER : What share of the sewer was I in ? FOREMAN : That ‘d be one of the older sections, big eight-foot tunnels. MULDER : They look more like a catacomb than a sewer argumentation. FOREMAN : Yup, all the new sections are concrete pipe, not a lot of it bigger than twenty-four inches. MULDER : And all the sewage comes through this plant ? FOREMAN : Five-hundred-and-sixty thousand people a day call my office on the porcelain telephone. ( Mulder smiles and pulls out the encase flukeworm. ) MULDER : Have you always seen one of these ? FOREMAN : Looks like a bad, old worm. MULDER : It ‘s called a fluke. It came from the consistency they pulled out of the gutter. FOREMAN : Would n’t surprise me. No telling what ‘s been breeding down there in the last hundred years. ( Downstairs, the water is brassy as it rumbles through as Charlie stands on a plank, smoking a cigarette. He hears a grumble in the water underneath him and sees something swim beneath him. Charlie runs over to a punt with a built-in telephone. Upstairs, the foreman picks up the phone, which has a bright crimson light flashing. ) Ray here. ( Some talking can be heard. ) Yeah. Charlie, slow down. ( Mulder looks over. Downstairs, they run over to Charlie, who is standing at a system control. ) CHARLIE : I ‘m backflushing the system. It ‘s in there. MULDER : What is it ? CHARLIE : I do n’t know. It barely swam right past me. ( He flips a switch. ) There it is. ( They walk over to a yellow-tube pipe. Charlie shines a flashlight on the thing ‘s expression. It ‘s the Flukeman, a giant star flukeworm that has homo qualities. The scolex is highly discernible. Ray and Mulder look at each other, then back at the monster. )

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FBI HEADQUARTERS ; WASHINGTON, D.C. ( Scully is reading a report on flatworms on her computer. She speaks over the scene as she writes her findings down. ) SCULLY : The turbellarian flatworms are free-living carnivorous scavengers, normally less than three centimeters in length, found in fresh and sea water. They are hermaphroditic with building complex generative systems, adequate to of internal fertilization. many species require more than one host to complete a life cycle. Although the shape of the hurt on the sanitation worker suggest scolex attachment, the diaphanous size of the wound precludes interest of the common flukeworm. ( She hears a rustle and looks to her door to see a yellow journalism cartridge holder being skid under. Taking off her glasses, she walks over and picks it up. She opens her doorway and looks away, but no one is around. Walking binding inside, she flips through the tabloid at her desk. After looking through the common nonsense, she finds a mysterious article with the headline “ MONSTER ON BOARD ! ? ” Under it, it reads “ Bizarre accident on russian cargo transport has officials leery. ” There is a mental picture of the ship. Scully looks up in realization, then turns to her calculator. She calls up the pathology report and zooms in on the arm a few times. There is the tattoo. Her telephone rings and she answers it slowly. ) Scully. MULDER : Scully, it ‘s me. You know that fluke you caught ? SCULLY : yea. MULDER : It must have been the runt of the litter. ( Scully is rightfully confuse. )

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MIDDLESEX COUNTY PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL ( Scully is looking through the window on the door into a little room, possibly a washroom, with a sink and versatile pipes in the corner. ) SCULLY : I do n’t see it. ( Mulder looks through and points. ) MULDER : There it is. Tucked away in the army for the liberation of rwanda corner, behind the pipes. ( Scully sees a big white object act behind the pipes. ) SCULLY : Oh my God. MULDER : I do n’t know if you can see it from here, but it has no arouse organs. It ‘s genderless. ( The Flukeman glares at them from behind the pipes. ) SCULLY : Platyhelminthis are often hermaphroditic. Mulder, this is amazing. It ‘s vestigial features appear to be parasitic, but it has primate physiology. ( Mulder nods. ) Where the hell did it come from ? MULDER : I do n’t know, but it looks like I ‘m going to have to tell Skinner that his suspect is a giant, blood-sucking worm after all. ( The Flukeman ‘s capitulum moves into the easy. ) The entirely thing we ‘re missing is the identity of the body in the gutter. ( They move away from the window. ) SCULLY : He was a russian. An engineer on a cargo bottom. He had a tattoo on his forearm. ( She hands him a print-out of the close-up of his weapon. ) I did n’t make the connection until I detected that that was the name “ Dmitri ” spelled in Cyrillic letter. MULDER : How did you make the joining at all ? ( She hands him the yellow journalism, folded open to the article. ) SCULLY : person shoved this under my doorway. I guess you in truth do have a friend in the F.B.I. And, Mulder … when you see Skinner to hand in your field report, I know that it ‘s your decisiveness, but I hope that you know that I ‘d consider it more than a professional loss if you decided to leave. ( He smiles slightly, hands spinal column the yellow journalism and print-out, then looks in at the angry Flukeman. )

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FBI HEADQUARTERS ; WASHINGTON, D.C. ( Skinner is flipping through Mulder ‘s field report lento, reading it cautiously. Mulder sits across from him, waiting. Skinner scratches his neck a snatch as he reads. Skinner finishes interpretation. ) SKINNER : Everything looks in holy order. ( Mulder chuckles. ) Is something wrong, Agent Mulder ? MULDER : well, that ‘s just an unexpected answer, considering the bizarre nature of the case … and of the suspect. SKINNER : The strangeness of the criminal and the crime are not lost on me. I had my reaction to them this dawn in my conversation with the federal prosecutor ‘s office about how to process the distrust. This meet … is to evaluate your work. ( Mulder sighs slenderly. ) MULDER : There ‘s no way you ‘ll prosecute this. SKINNER : The justice department has asked that the distrust be transferred to an initiation for a full moon psychiatric evaluation. ( Mulder shakes his steer. ) MULDER : This is not a valet. It ‘s a monster. You ca n’t put it in an initiation. SKINNER : then what do you do with it, Agent Mulder, put it in a menagerie ? It killed two people. ( Mulder leans back. ) MULDER : Two ? SKINNER : The sanitation worker who was attacked was found dead in his home as a result of his injuries. ( He flips through the file. Mulder stands to leave, but turns about and points at Skinner angrily. ) MULDER : You know, you had a match of agents that could have handled a casing like this. Agent Scully and I might have been able to save that valet ‘s life, but you shut us down. SKINNER : I know. This should have been an X-File. ( Mulder searches for something to say. Skinner sighs. ) We all take our orders from person, Agent Mulder. That ‘ll be all. ( Mulder, looking disgusted, leaves. )

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MIDDLESEX COUNTY PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL ( Two workers wheel the Flukeman, strapped depressed, down a hall and into the Federal Marshall ‘s ambulance hand truck. They close the doorway and one of them pats on the door. ) MAN : It ‘s dependable. ( The marhsall pulls out. The transmissions from the intercommunication system can be heard blaring. The host struggles against his bonds. ) WOMAN : Charlie twenty-one, Charlie twenty-one, what ‘s your E.T.A. ? ( A mumble response can be heard. ) Unit twenty, no far help needed. They have the suspect in hands from the, uh … ( The driver looks back and sees that his passenger is gone. ) FEDERAL MARSHALL : This is vehicle forty-nine forty, requesting immediate back-up and aid. WOMAN : Roger forty-nine forty, roger forty-nine forty. ( The Marshall pulls over at the side of the road near a small park position. He takes his shotgun, pumps it, and walks out of the car slowly. Moving around to the back, he swings open the door, but there is no sight of his former hostage. He steps into the car and looks down at the straps, covered in residue. He wipes the sludge off when he hears some gruff breathe. The man ‘s screams are heard far murder. A shotgun blast goes off and he screams more. Hovering over the ambulance is a sign that reads : “ LAKE BETTY ; NATURE ‘S PLAYGROUND CAMPSITES AVAILABLE LIVE BAIT FISH … ALL YEAR ROUND ! ” The words “ know bait ” are a neon sign, glowing. The Flukeman makes his way across the woods, crawling on the ground towards some portable toilets. He crawls into the second one and slithers down the bowl, where he sits, waiting for his adjacent possible victim. )

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LAKE BETTY PARK ; 5:27 am ( A truck backs up to the portable gutter. It ‘s a cooler clean service, and the worker gets out of the driver ‘s seat and heads around back. He puts on rubber gloves and opens the door to the second portable toilet, then takes out a hose and fits it into the toilet. Flipping a pry, he stands back, smoking a cigarette, as the pipe begins to suck out the thriftlessness. But the motor start to sputter as the engine strains to pull up something, obviously the Flukeman. The man checks the hose, making sure it works, and slowly the stuff object is sucked up the tube into the truck. The scavenge continues as normal. )

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LAKE BETTY PARK ; 6:37 am ( Police cars and coroners have enveloped the last mangle scene. The workers are besides inspecting the ambulance. Mulder pulls up as the tank cleaner military service hand truck rolls by. He walks up to Detective Norman. ) MULDER : What do you got ? NORMAN : well, we got a dead Marshall and an escape prisoner. early than that, we got bubkis. We got a patrol lineage in a two-mile radius. MULDER : Watch all the storm drains, any entree to the sewer organization. It ‘s going to try to get back metro. ( His cellular call rings. He answers it. ) Mulder. ( Cut to an unknown location. It ‘s Mulder ‘s cryptic contact. ) X : Mister Mulder, I will make this brief. ( Cut to Mulder. Norman talks to some of the other men. ) Success in your current assignment is imperative mood. MULDER : Who am I speaking to ? X : Are you hearing me, Mister Mulder ? MULDER : Yes. Why is it imperative ? ( Cut to the newfound informant. ) X : reinstatement of the X-Files must be undeniable. ( He hangs up. Cut to Mulder, who hangs up. A patrol officer calls Norman on the walkie-talkie. ) MAN : K-nine, unit of measurement six-four, copy ? NORMAN : Six-four, copy. MAN : Yeah, we ‘re at a campsite approximately a quarter-mile from your position. ( Mulder walks over. ) Dogs tracked a scent to a chemical toilet here. Thought he might be hiding inside, but it ‘s empty. MULDER : The tanker. NORMAN : hold on, six-four. ( He looks at Mulder. ) What ? MULDER : What if he ‘s on the tanker truck ? ( He runs to his fomite. Norman looks pretty dumbfounded. )

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NEWARK COUNTY ; SEWAGE PROCESSING PLANT ; 8:15 am ( Another oil tanker truck rolls down the road as Mulder hurriedly pulls up, unbuckles his seat belt, and runs in the construction. by and by, he and the foreman are walking down a flight of step over the yard where the tanker trucks unload. ) FOREMAN : company that owns the truck you ‘re looking for does n’t keep detail serve records. They had about five trucks out in that area this good morning. ( They stop walking. Under them, another hand truck starts to dump it ‘s contents. ) Three of them have already deposited their loads. MULDER : So he could have already been here and gone ? FOREMAN : If he has n’t, he will be. MULDER : And every oil tanker dumps it ‘s lode here ? FOREMAN : It ‘s a state law. MULDER : Everything is processed through this plant ? FOREMAN : Yup. ( They start down the rest of the stairs. ) MULDER : then what happens to it ? FOREMAN : Empties through an release pipe about five miles out to ocean. MULDER : Could this matter have escaped through that release pipe ? FOREMAN : Doubtful. The system ‘s wax of adequate filters and screens that nothing much bigger than your little finger ‘s going to get through. If it ‘s here … it ‘s going to be trapped here. MULDER : Guess all we can do is delay. ( They stop and look out at the elephantine system of pipes. late, Mulder is walking the planks, looking down into the water. early men are doing this equally good, including the foreman, inspecting the water. Mulder ‘s cellular phone rings. ) Mulder. SCULLY : It ‘s me, where are you ? MULDER : I ‘m at the treatment plant. I was playing a intuition it might have gotten back into the system. SCULLY : How ? MULDER : Forget it, it ‘s stupid. ( Cut to Scully, sitting at a desk. ) SCULLY : well, you ‘re not going to like what I have to tell you ? MULDER : Why not ? SCULLY : It had n’t occurred to me, but I think that the fluke in the cadaver might have been an incubating larva. ( Cut back to Mulder. ) This … creature, or whatever it is … ( Cut back to Scully. ) Is transmitting it ‘s eggs or larva through it ‘s bite. ( Cut to Mulder. ) MULDER : You mean it ‘s trying to reproduce ? ( Cut to Scully. ) SCULLY : It ‘s looking for hosts. It attacks because the victims ‘ bodies provide generative nourishment. Mulder … MULDER : yea … SCULLY : If it finds a newfangled host … ( Cut to Mulder. ) MULDER : I know, Scully. It could multiply. FOREMAN : agent Mulder ! ( Mulder pulls the earphone from his ear and looks behind to see the foreman yelling to him. ) Linesman spotting something down in a section of organ pipe ! MULDER : Where ? ( Inside, the foreman unrolls a blueprint of the pipe system. He points to a section. ) FOREMAN : here. MULDER : That ‘s near where we found the first body. FOREMAN : correct, except this is an old overflow system that dumps into the harbor during intemperate rain. MULDER : That must be where it got into the system. ( The foreman nods. ) It ‘s working it ‘s direction back out to sea. ( They look at each other, worry. Mulder and the foreman race to a gutter scrape where workers are standing by. Mulder grabs a flashlight from one of them and heads down. The foreman follows. Mulder has to cover his nose from the spirit. ) Mmm … ( The foreman besides has a flashlight. The waters are bubbling, moving cursorily, and they walk on a plank above it, shining their flashlights down. The foreman shines his on a pipe. ) FOREMAN : That ‘s the overflow pipe. It leads to another vault like this one, then it goes three-quarters of a mile to the sea. MULDER : Let ‘s see if we can get that gate closed. ( The foreman nods and crawl under the ledge. He stays close to the rampart, careful not to fall in, then leans gloomy and unchains the pry. He pulls on it. ) FOREMAN : It ‘s rusted in put ! See if I can get some leverage hera. ( He tries harder. Mulder looks around the body of water desperately. He feels some water system trickling down from above and wipes it off his shoulder. The foreman, however, slips and falls into the water with a short yell as he loses his foot. ) MULDER : Hey ! ( The foreman stands up in the reasonably shallow water system, which comes up to his chest. He has no glasses on. ) FOREMAN : Aw, damn it ! MULDER : You all right ? FOREMAN : Yeah, I lost my … ah ! ( He is pulled under. Mulder whips out his gunman, searching for signs of the good luck. The foreman surfaces. ) aid ! help oneself ! ( Mulder gets down on the plank and reaches out to him. ) MULDER : Give me your hand ! FOREMAN : Get me out of here ! Get me out of here ! Grab it ! ( Mulder manages to grab the foreman ‘s hand, but the Flukeman is still obviously tugging on the foreman, because he screams and starts to slip away. Mulder groans, trying to hold on, but the foreman is dragged under. ) MULDER : We need some help down here ! ( He jumps into the water and looks around. ) Hey ! ( Some water trickles down onto him. suddenly, the foreman stands up, back arched, screaming. ) I ‘ll get you out of here ! ( He notices some motion in the water. He grabs the foreman and positions him under the ledge, where the foreman grab on. He is obviously in daze, screaming. ) Hold on ! handle on ! You all veracious ? You all correctly ? ( There is a spang. Mulder spins around to see the Fluke trying to get into the pipe. Mulder runs over and jumps on a pipe on the crunch, then strains on the pry as the Flukeman gets about halfway into the shriek. Mulder falls as the lever moves, sending the gate crashing down, severing the Fluke in one-half. The Flukeman screams a high snivel. The foreman has pulled himself up slightly now, gasping, staring at the sever legs floating in the water, rake all around them. Mulder sighs in respite. )

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WASHINGTON, D.C. ( Mulder is sitting on a bench, looking out at the Lincoln Memorial, in the accurate lapp spot where he and Deep Throat once talked. Scully walks over. ) SCULLY : Is this induct taken ? MULDER : No. But I should warn you, I may reek a bit out of the sewer. SCULLY : I ‘ll take my chances. ( She sits and sighs. ) You talked to Skinner yesterday. MULDER : success in our work is imperative mood, Scully. reinstatement of the X-Files must be undeniable. SCULLY : That came from Skinner ? MULDER : No. We have a acquaintance in the F.B.I. SCULLY : I thought you might be concern in the lab results on the biology of the fluke larva. ( She takes out a booklet, opens it, and starts reading. ) dissection and psychoanalysis indicates generative and physiologic cross-traiting, resulting in a sort quasi-vertebrate human. MULDER : Human ? SCULLY : Yes, but calm capable of spontaneous positive feedback, like any fluke or flatworm. MULDER : How does that happen ? SCULLY : radiation. Abnormal cell coalition. The suppression of natural genic processes. Mulder, nature did n’t make this thing. We did. ( Mulder sighs. Scully hands him the folder. He flips through versatile pictures of dreadfully scarred and mutated people due to radiation. ) MULDER : I know these. These are from Chernobyl. SCULLY : That animal came off of a decommission russian bottom that was used in the disposal of salvage material from the meltdown. It was born in a … in a aboriginal soup of radioactive sewage. ( Mulder stares at the pictures. ) MULDER : You know, they say three species disappear off the planet every day. You wonder how many new ones are being created. ( Scully sighs, wondering the like thing. Mulder stands and walks towards the lake. )

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NEWARK, NEW JERSEY ( A normal night in the populace. Cars drive by a sewer grate, where below leads a tunnel. A break sewer grate. In the water, another Fluke surfaces, most likely the one from the workman, it ‘s eyes closed. It does n’t appear to be breathing. then it ‘s eye open and it hisses in a few breaths. ) [ THE END ]

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