THE X-FILES 9X15: JUMP THE SHARK EPISODE# 9ABX15 ORIGINAL AIR DATE ON FOX: 04/21/2002 Written by VINCE GILLIGAN, JOHN SHIBAN & FRANK SPOTNITZ Directed by CLIFF BOLE (Fox Widescreen High Resolution Digital TV) (Presented in Dolby Surround where available) ========================== DISCLAIMER: ========================== THE X-FILES and all its characters, plotlines, quotes, episodes, etc. included here are owned by Chris Carter, and Ten Thirteen Productions, Twentieth Century Fox Film Corporation, All rights reserved. This transcript was made without their permission, approval, authorization or endorsement and it is absolutely forbidden to use it for commercial gain. 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For corrections / inaccuracies contact: steph@philedom2k.com from http://xftse.philedom2k.com/scripts/scripts.php or the Transcriptionist at (intrepidly002@yahoo.com) Downloaded from The X Net - http://www.txf.net/ ========================== OS SUMMARY: When Morris Fletcher approaches the agents with information related to Super-Soldiers, they turn to The Lone Gunmen for help. ========================== THE X-FILES 9X15: JUMP THE SHARK ========================== [During the opening monologue, clips of The Lone Gunmen taken from both series "The X-Files" and "The Lone Gunmen" were shown.] MORRIS FLETCHER (v.o.): Once upon a time, there were three ... how should I put this? ... Geeks. Three more unlikely heroes ... there never were. [CLOSED CAPTION READS: ... who believed in God and country.] [* from TXF:KILL SWITCH (5X11) -- FROHIKE with a light reflector headband on working on a laptop. LANGLY and BYERS are there. FROHIKE holds out his hand for an instrument. LANGLY looks for it.] [* from TXF:BLOOD (2X03) -- FROHIKE looking through a fluorescent light/ magifying glass. LANGLY and BYERS are there on either side of him. They look so young.] [* from TLG:PILOT (1X79) -- LANGLY, BYERS and FROHIKE under the bridge.] [* from TXF:THREE WORDS (8X17) -- FROHIKE and LANGLY propelling down the elevator / electrical shaft.] [* from TXF:APOCRYPHA (3X16) - shots of BYERS, LANGLY and FROHIKE ice skating.] [* from TXF: THREE WORDS (8X17) -- more elevator / electrical shaft shots.] [* from TXF:MEMENTO MORI (4X15) -- looking down manhole. Also, shot of LANGLY and FROHIKE in the tunnels.] [* from TXF:THREE OF A KIND (6X19) -- LANGLY with gun, walking forward and firing twice.] [* from TXF:THE UNUSUAL SUSPECTS (5X01) -- more gun fire from two unknown men, TLG are on the floor rolling about trying to stay out of the line of fire.] [* from TXF:FIRST PERSON SHOOTER (7X13) -- FROHIKE and BYERS in game gear. BYERS has been hit with yellow ink] [* from TLG:MAXIMUM BYERS (1X07) -- BYERS close up and saying: ] BYERS: We defend the defenseless. I don't see any other way. MORRIS FLETCHER (v.o.): It wasn't long before their naiveté nearly got them killed. So they hooked up with an FBI agent ... [* from TXF:THE UNUSUAL SUSPECTS (5X01) -- BYERS, LANGLY and FROHIKE with their hands up / MR. X holding his gun on BYERS' head with LANGLY and FROHIKE watching close by, MR. X pulls the trigger. The gun clicks. It's empty. BYERS closes his eyes in relief.] [* from TXF:WETWIRED (3X23) -- TLG and MULDER looking at the television cable tube under a fluorescent light.] [* from TXF:EBE (1X16) -- BYERS talking to MULDER. MULDER laughing.] BYERS: That's why we like you, Mulder. Your ideas are weirder than ours. MORRIS FLETCHER (v.o.): ...And began publishing a -- what shall I call it- "rag" called "THE LONE GUNMAN". [* from TXF:DREAMLAND II (6X05) -- MORRIS FLETCHER at the TLG offices holding up the TLG publication with the headline: "Monica: Minx or Mandroid?"] [* from TLG:BOND, JIMMY BOND (1X01) -- stack of unsold/ undelivered TLG newspapers in the alleyway as the TLG van is being pushed in.] [* from TLG:PILOT (1X79) -- LANGLY holding up TLG publication with the headline: "Teletubbies = Mindcontrol" and BYERS close up. LANGLY says, ] LANGLY: The guys at the NSA and the CIA-- they tremble every time we put out one of these babies. MORRIS FLETCHER (v.o.): From their cramped basement office they pointed fingers at powerful, evil forces ... [* from TXF:DREAMLAND II (6X05) -- FROHIKE in cooking apron serving LANGLY a big heaping spoonful of Huevos Rancheros.] [* from TXF:WETWIRED (3X23) -- Mulder sitting in chair and turning around while listening to TLG. They move toward a stack of television sets ready to show him something.] [* from TLG:PILOT (1X79) -- Two men sitting in a cramped computer room. The DOD Operator is on a laptop trying to trace the hack. The other, HELM, is sitting next to him giving him direction.] MORRIS FLETCHER (v.o.): And some not so evil. [* from TLG:ALL ABOUT YVES (1X12) -- Close up of MORRIS FLETCHER smiling. He's in a metal elevator or something.] MORRIS FLETCHER (v.o.): In their own unique way, the three gunmen were patriots fighting the good fight. [* from TLG:LIKE WATER FOR OCTANE (1X03) - The Gunmen in pose each in front of a different colored background. FROHIKE in front of a red background, LANGLY in front of a white background, and BYERS in front of a blue background.] [* from TLG:PILOT (1X79) -- BYERS and FROHIKE running through muddied ground at ABC Salvage. FROHIKE trips and falls on his face into the mud.] [* from TLG:ALL ABOUT YVES (1X12) -- LANGLY, FROHIKE and BYERS facing MORRIS FLETCHER. LANGLY is speaking and approaching FLETCHER. FLETCHER laughing and smiling.] LANGLY: We tell the stories others refuse to tell. MORRIS FLETCHER: Yeah, that's one way to put it. MORRIS FLETCHER (v.o.): And provided, um ... expertise for their friends at the FBI. [* from TLG:PILOT (1X79) -- FROHIKE in the "Mission Impossible" spoof with him being lowered by BYERS from the roof into the secure computer room from a trapeeze triangle.] [* from TLG:PILOT (1X79) -- FROHIKE and BYERS are busted. FROHIKE falls to the floor. There are other men in the room. Including LANGLY.] [* from TXF:EBE (1X16) -- FROHIKE with a camera with a telephoto lens. He takes SCULLY'S picture. SCULLY'S sitting there. FROHIKE with camera says, ] FROHIKE: She's hot. MORRIS FLETCHER (v.o.): For a brief time it looked like they might actually make a difference in this cold, cruel world. [* from TLG:LIKE WATER FOR OCTANE (1X03) -- FROHIKE with a head lamp being lowered into something] [* from TLG:ALL ABOUT YVES (1X12) -- BYERS with blue face in a room that moves] [* from TLG:LIKE WATER FOR OCTANE (1X03) - TLG in the tunnels ... through the tunnels.] [* from TLG:PILOT (1X79) -- FROHIKE with the computer chip from the pilot.] [* from TLG:BOND, JIMMY BOND (1X01) -- the shoji door opens and FROHIKE is standing there.] [* from TLG:ALL ABOUT YVES (1X12) -- LANGLY with blue face.] [* from TLG:BOND, JIMMY BOND (1X01) -- FROHIKE doing high and long karete kick.] [* from TLG:BOND, JIMMY BOND (1X01) -- FROHIKE being tackled by 3 deaf football players.] MORRIS FLETCHER (v.o.): They acquired an intern who believed in their cause. [* from TLG:BOND, JIMMY BOND (1X01) -- JIMMY removing sunglasses while checking on FROHIKE.] [* from TLG:BOND, JIMMY BOND (1X01) -- BYERS helping FROHIKE up. Someone lightly slapping FROHIKE'S face.] [* from TLG:BOND, JIMMY BOND (1X01) -- TLG standing in the alleyway after pushing the delivery van and a close up of JIMMY BOND smiling.] JIMMY: You guys fight the lost causes. I want to help. MORRIS FLETCHER (v.o.): And a powerful, beautiful nemesis... [* from TLG:BOND, JIMMY BOND (1X01) -- BYERS opens door and YVES ADELE HARLOW is standing there in her black outfit.] [* from TLG:BOND, JIMMY BOND (1X01) -- BYERS and FROHIKE with LANGLY peering at YVES from the other side of the door.] [* from TLG:PILOT (1X79) -- YVES with a gun at the firing range. YVES with goggles and two guns at the same range.] MORRIS FLETCHER (v.o.): ...who became an ally. But the world is not kind to idealists ... [* from TLG:BOND, JIMMY BOND (1X01) -- YVES kisses BYERS on the cheek in the TLG van.] [* from TLG:ALL ABOUT YVES (1X12) -- LANGLY with blue stuff sprayed on his face.] [* from TLG:ALL ABOUT YVES (1X12) -- BYERS, FROHIKE, JIMMY with MORRIS FLETCHER. FLETCHER is laughing hysterically.] MORRIS FLETCHER (v.o.): ... and those who fight the "Good Fight" don't always win. [* from TLG:ALL ABOUT YVES (1X12) -- TLG with blue face as guards surround them.] [* from TLG:PILOT (1X79) -- TLG looking at something on the computers. while camera pans backward away from them.] FADE TO BLACK. END OF TEASER [MORRIS FLETCHER'S COMPLETE VOICE OVER: Once upon a time, there were three ... how should I put this? ... Geeks. Three more unlikely heroes there never were. It wasn't long before their naiveté nearly got them killed. So they hooked up with an FBI agent and began publishing a -- what shall I call it -- "rag" called "THE LONE GUNMAN". From their cramped basement office, they pointed fingers at powerful, evil forces -- and some not so evil. In their own unique way, the three gunmen were patriots fighting the good fight. And provided expertise for their friends at the FBI. For a brief time it looked like they might actually make a difference in this cold, cruel world. They acquired an intern who believed in their cause and a powerful, beautiful nemesis who became an ally. But the world is not kind to idealists and those who fight the "Good Fight" don't always win.] ROLL CREDITS [Captioning sponsored by Fox Broadcasting Company Twentieth Century Fox Television and Toyota. Get the feeling.] TAGLINE: THE TRUTH IS OUT THERE (COMMERCIAL SET) SCENE #01: 20 MILES WEST OF HARBOR ISLAND BAHAMAS FADE IN (Deep under the ocean, a school of fish swim. Suddenly, a shark bursts through the fish. The camera follows the shark till it swims off screen.) (The camera slowly rises through the water and breaks the surface where it focuses on a single boat. The boat isn't going anywhere, it's engine is not running and it's just sitting there on the water.) [EXT. - DAY] CUT TO: (Two computer laptops emit sonar pinging. They have some kind of undersea visuals on screen. The camera moves over to show a blonde-haired woman in a black bikini holding two margarita glasses.) BRITTANY: Morris? Morris, it's going "ping." (She moves over to MORRIS FLETCHER, who is leisurely sitting in his colorful short-sleeved shirt and sunblock on his nose.) MORRIS FLETCHER: Oh... it most certainly is. (BRITTANY giggles. MORRIS pulls her down to sit down on the seat next to him.) BRITTANY: You're going to make me spill. (MORRIS takes one of the margaritas from BRITTANY and takes a sip of his drink.) MORRIS FLETCHER: Mmm... BRITTANY: Morris, what is all that stuff, anyway? MORRIS FLETCHER: Oh, baby, don't make me talk shop. It is so boring. BRITTANY: But I want to know. (BRITTANY holds out the bottle of suntan lotion and smiles at MORRIS FLETCHER. He takes the bottle and begins to apply the lotion to her back.) MORRIS FLETCHER: All right. Well, where do I begin? You know we're in the Bermuda Triangle, right? That place where all those planes and ships have mysteriously disappeared? Who do you think named it the "Bermuda Triangle"? BRITTANY: Wait. You? (BRITTANY turns around and points a flirtatious finger at MORRIS FLETCHER'S chin. MORRIS laughs. BRITTANY turns around and MORRIS continues to apply lotion to her back.) MORRIS FLETCHER: Yeah, that was in my former life before I joined the private sector. There are a lot of things I can't talk about owing to matters of national security, but I will say this: There are powerful forces out here. Primal ... other-worldly forces ... BRITTANY: Mmm ... MORRIS FLETCHER: ... hidden beneath the waves ... (MORRIS pulls one of the straps holding BRITTANY'S bikini top loose ...) MORRIS FLETCHER: ... just waiting to be plucked by man. (In the distance (o.s.), another boat's engine can be heard approaching the boat. It's getting louder and louder as it nears.) (BRITTANY wiggles free and looks off into the distance.) BRITTANY: Somebody's coming. MORRIS FLETCHER: Hmm? (MORRIS puts his sunglasses back on while BRITTANY readjusts her bikini top. He stands and waves a greeting to the boat.) (Another boat carrying three men quickly approaches. MORRIS holds up his hand and yells out:) MORRIS FLETCHER: Hey, whatever you're selling we don't want any, okay? No ganja. (The men ignore him and quickly board the boat. The FIRST BOATMAN pulls out a gun and holds it pointed at MORRIS FLETCHER'S head. Behind him, the SECOND BOATMAN grabs BRITTANY and pulls her toward him. BRITTANY is screaming.) MORRIS FLETCHER: Ho! Ho! Hey! Hey! Wait, wait, wait... uh ... (MORRIS sees the SECOND BOATMAN put BRITTANY on their boat where she's held captive by the THIRD BOATMAN still on their boat wheel.) MORRIS FLETCHER: Oh, you want the girl? Yeah, I can dig it. I'm down with that. (The SECOND BOATMAN picks up a red gasoline container and begins to pour it all over the boat. ) MORRIS FLETCHER: Uh ... Oh, wait, wait, wait! Guys, this is a rental. There's a $15,000 deposit on this ... (The SECOND BOATMAN finishes emptying the gasoline container onto the boat, then throws it aside. He then goes back to his boat. MORRIS sees this.) MORRIS FLETCHER: Oh, god ... FIRST BOATMAN: Your employer wanted me to tell you ... (He takes a step forward and presses the barrel of the gun to MORRIS FLETCHER'S forehead.) FIRST BOATMAN: ...you're fired. (Rather than pulling the trigger, the FIRST BOATMAN quickly withdraws, jumps back onto his own boat and they all pull away from MORRIS FLETCHER'S boat. MORRIS is left standing there with his arms still up.) (As they leave, one of the boatmen lights a flare and tosses it onto the gasoline soaked boat. MORRIS FLETCHER watches as flames engulf his boat. He quickly jumps over the side of the "SCARAB" and into the ocean.) (The boat explodes.) (Bits and pieces of the boat rain into the ocean. The camera pulls up close on a stack of burning papers. Even closer, the camera focuses on what appears to be a schematic for something that we're supposed to take as a space ship. On the bottom of the paper, it reads "ELEVATION".) CUT TO: SCENE #02: U.S. COAST GUARD BASE MIAMI BEACH, FLORIDA [EXT. - DAY] (Picture of the US Coast Guard Base from the outside looking down along the road. Speed Limit 25.) CUT TO: [INT. -- CONTINUOUS] (MORRIS FLETCHER is in an interrogation room. It must be hot as the oscillating fan in the corner is on. He sits and drums his fingers on the conference table. He looks bored. He sports a Band-Aid on the right cheek just under his eye. He raises his right hand to touch the Band-Aid. He wears a ring on the third finger of his right hand.) (The door opens. DOGGETT and REYES walk in.) DOGGETT: Morris Fletcher? (The military guard who let them in closes the door behind them.) MORRIS FLETCHER: Finally. What took you so long? (MORRIS FLETCHER stands as they enter.) MORRIS FLETCHER: You must be Reyes. Enchanté. (REYES isn't impressed.) REYES: Yeah. Mr. Fletcher we've been told you requested us by name. We're very curious about that. (Everyone sits down at the conference table.) MORRIS FLETCHER: Well, you two head the FBI'S X-Files unit, do you not? I thought you'd appreciate what I have to offer. DOGGETT: Which is? (MORRIS FLETCHER smiles.) MORRIS FLETCHER: You have no idea who you're sitting here with, do you? DOGGETT: A guy who's up fudge creek for violating the federal secrets act. How's that for starters? MORRIS FLETCHER: Look, I-I've got top security clearance. I'm supposed to check in every month with my former employer. So I skipped a few phone calls. Big deal. Let me give you a hint. I used to work at Groom Lake, Nevada. (This gets no response from REYES.) MORRIS FLETCHER: Area 51. (Neither does he get a response from DOGGETT. MORRIS FLETCHER sighs in exasperation.) MORRIS FLETCHER: I was a man in black! THE men in black. What, you've never heard of us? DOGGETT: I saw the movie. MORRIS FLETCHER: Yeah, well ... there were a lot of technical inaccuracies in that thing. Anyway, I'm ready to make a deal. (DOGGETT and REYES look at each other.) DOGGETT: What deal would that be? MORRIS FLETCHER: The one that saves my furry pink ass. (He stands and moves toward the window.) MORRIS FLETCHER: People are trying to kill me. Did you hear about my boat? REYES: Yeah, your female companion told us what she witnessed. MORRIS FLETCHER: My female ... ? Oh, you mean they didn't kill ... (MORRIS FLETCHER trails off. He can't seem to remember his companion's name. REYES finds this amusing.) REYES: ... Brittney? MORRIS FLETCHER: Brittney. Well, thank god she's still alive. Look, I need protection. I need to get out of here. You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours. I can give you guys the keys to the kingdom. UFOs, aliens the whole fifty-year cover-up. I was there for all of it. (REYES interrupts MORRIS FLETCHER and reaches into her attaché to pull out a folded paper.) REYES: (interrupting) Tell me, Mr. Fletcher ... these documents of yours ... are they indicative of the kind of secrets you could reveal to us? MORRIS FLETCHER: Honey ... they're just the tip of the iceberg. (REYES looks at MORRIS FLETCHER. She slowly turns the paper over to reveal to him and to us the schematics that were floating in the ocean after the boat was blown apart. REYES puts down her trump card.) REYES: This is the Jupiter 2 from "Lost In Space". (DOGGETT sits off to the side. He finds this highly amusing. MORRIS FLETCHER is royally busted.) MORRIS FLETCHER: Okay, yeah, th-those are B.S .., But only those! See, I-I was freelancing for this foreign billionaire. I told him the air force lost a flying saucer in the Bermuda Triangle and that I could recover it for him. I just wanted to cruise the Bahamas. I never would've given him the real thing. That would be un-american. (DOGGETT and REYES have heard enough. They're not buying it. They both rise to leave.) DOGGETT: (to the guard outside the door) Coming out. MORRIS FLETCHER: Well, he found out about it. (The room door opens and REYES exit. DOGGETT is close behind her.) MORRIS FLETCHER: (desperate) Now he wants to kill me. I need protection. (DOGGETT is halfway out the door forever when ...) MORRIS FLETCHER: Super soldiers! (This stops DOGGETT cold in his tracks. MORRIS FLETCHER doesn't seem too happy to have used this card. DOGGETT turns around. REYES enters behind him. They close the door.) DOGGETT: What do you know about super soldiers? MORRIS FLETCHER: A bit. It may be... there's one I can help you lay your hands on. (Both DOGGETT and REYES consider the offer.) DOGGETT: This super soldier ... he have a name? MORRIS FLETCHER: Not "He" ... "She". CUT TO: SCENE #03: OFFICES OF "THE LONE GUNMEN" TAKOMA PARK, MARYLAND [INT. - DAY] (We're looking at a security camera visual. Into the camera view walks DOGGETT and REYES. DOGGETT presses the buzzer on the door.) (The buzzer sounds. LANGLY pops his head up from behind the computer he's working on. FROHIKE takes a close-up look at who's on the security camera screen. BYERS joins him.) FROHIKE: What in the hell do they want? (FROHIKE turns to get the door. DOGGETT starts knocking on the door. As usual, there are four locks on the door. FROHIKE gets them all undone and opens the door.) DOGGETT: Gentlemen. (REYES and DOGGETT enter. REYES looks around the office and notices how sparse it is.) REYES: What happened here? Did you get robbed? LANGLY: No. (LANGLY moves to sit in the seat in front of the computer he'd been working on.) FROHIKE: Uh, we're upgrading everything. LANGLY: We gave away all our old crap to the salvation army. We're buying totally new stuff. (BYERS smiles at the agents and gets back on to topic.) BYERS: What can we do for you, agents? DOGGETT: Well, we were hoping you could help us out. You know that for months now we've been investigating this secret cadre -- these, uh, so-called super soldiers. BYERS: Genetically-altered humans. FROHIKE: You mean the ones that want to kill Mulder? REYES: Exactly. We'd like your help tracking one down. (LANGLY stands up and joins the group. DOGGETT reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a colored photograph.) DOGGETT: This woman. (It's a picture of YVES ADELE HARLOW. FROHIKE takes the picture. With barely a glance, he hands it over to BYERS who then passes it to LANGLY.) REYES: You recognize her? LANGLY: She's, um ... she's a fellow hacker. Damn fine one. BYERS: She calls herself Yves Adele Harlow. Uh, it's not her real name. FROHIKE: We never learned her real name. She disappeared a year ago, and nobody's seen her since. DOGGETT: Well, we have reason to believe that she's resurfaced. And that she's become one of these super soldiers. (LANGLY tosses his head in disbelief. FROHIKE bursts out laughing.) FROHIKE: What in the hell are you talking about? She's no super soldier. BYERS: Absolutely not. LANGLY: Not a chance. Who told you that? MORRIS FLETCHER: This is pointless. (The soft voice coming from behind them stops them in their tracks. FROHIKE freezes as he recognizes the voice from their past. He turns around just to have his fears confirmed. Standing in the open doorway is MORRIS FLETCHER.) MORRIS FLETCHER: These three monkeys couldn't find stink in an outhouse. Why are we even here? FROHIKE: You... son of a b... (FROHIKE'S had it with words, he reaches for the nearest golf club ... a putter .. and raises it high over his head to get in his best swing. DOGGETT reaches over and stops him.) FROHIKE: Hey, let me at him! I'll kill him! (Anger permeates the room. LANGLY takes a bold step forward to assist his friend. REYES puts out a restraining arm to stop him.) LANGLY: I'll hold him down! REYES: Whoa, fellas ... (BYERS, too, is not unaffected by the sight of the man standing in their doorway.) BYERS: You've got a nerve coming here. FROHIKE: Miserable son of a bitch. MORRIS FLETCHER: (smugly) Told you they wouldn't help. DOGGETT: All right everybody just shut up. (BYERS is just as angry at seeing MORRIS FLETCHER again.) BYERS: This man is a professional liar. Every word out of his mouth. LANGLY: He's a scam artist. He used us to track Yves down a year ago. FROHIKE: And then he abducted her. MORRIS FLETCHER: Which is why I know what happened to her. (MORRIS FLETCHER clears his throat as the commands center stage. He steps deeper into the offices.) MORRIS FLETCHER: I facilitated a meeting, is all. And the man I was working for? I didn't know in advance what he was planning to do to her. Not my finest hour, I'll admit it. BYERS: Every word out of his mouth. MORRIS FLETCHER: Agents I'm telling you, you don't want these three involved. And they don't even have their ridiculous Tinker Toy gizmos. This place is like "How The Grinch Stole Radio Shack". DOGGETT: All right, you three know this woman. I want your help. I need to track down this Yves Adele Harlow. (The Lone Gunmen look at each other. The camera holds on FROHIKE.) CUT TO: SCENE #04: HARTWELL COLLEGE KEARNY, NEW JERSEY [EXT./INT. -- NIGHT] (The shadow of a woman behind the closed door can be seen through the opaque window. She pushes the door open and walks through. The camera travels low along the hallway as we follow her feet.) (She appears to be a college student -- wearing jeans, carrying a backpack - but they can't fool us, we know that it's really YVES ADELE HARLOW. She walks up to the office of "PROFESSOR HOUGHTON", Room #311. She enters without knocking.) (Inside the office, the Professor works at his desk. Without looking up, he says:) PROF. DOUGLAS HOUGHTON: Knock, please. (YVES ADELE HARLOW closes the door behind her. She doesn't say anything. PROF. DOUGLAS HOUGHTON looks up.) PROF. DOUGLAS HOUGHTON: Oh. (She takes a small step forward. She doesn't appear to want to leave his office.) PROF. DOUGLAS HOUGHTON: My office hours are 3:00 to 5:00, Mondays and Fridays. YVES ADELE HARLOW: (softly) You'll make time for me, Professor. (She reaches over and pulls out a small, silver revolver looking kind of weapon. Its small and fits perfectly into her grip. She fires and a burst of some kind of aerosol shoots at the Professor.) CUT TO: (In the hallway outside, a tall man walks down the hallway toward the camera. He seems to be in a hurry as he glances at his wrist watch. The man is JOHN GILLNITZ. He's an associate of PROF. HOUGHTON'S. He walks up to PROF. HOUGHTON'S office and knocks on the closed door.) JOHN GILLNITZ: Douglas, you ready to go? (There's no response from inside. He knocks again.) JOHN GILLNITZ: Douglas? (JOHN GILLNITZ tries the door and finds it locked. That's strange. He reaches into his pocket for the key and unlocks the door. He opens it and enters. The window behind the desk is open and the blinds pulled up in disarray. PROF. HOUGHTON'S nowhere to be seen.) (JOHN GILLNITZ walks to the window and looks outside. Down below, he sees YVES ADELE HARLOW making a quick run for it across the lawn. She looks up and sees him see her. She takes off anyway.) (For some reason, JOHN GILLNITZ doesn't seem surprised at all. He withdraws back into the office and looks around. He immediately finds lying on the floor next to his desk, PROF. HOUGHTON'S feet. The camera slowly turns the corner just as JOHN GILLNITZ approaches the body. We see JOHN GILLNITZ gasp as he sees PROF. HOUGHTON sprawled on the floor dead with a large gaping hole in his chest. There's fluorescent pink blood-like liquid bleeding out of him.) FADE TO BLACK. (COMMERCIAL SET) SCENE #05: [INT.OFFICES OF "THE LONE GUNMEN" -- DAY] (LANGLY is in front of the one computer keyboard. BYERS and FROHIKE surround him. They're all looking at the computer monitor.) LANGLY: Airline Reservation Database. What name do we look under? BYERS: Try her old standby -- different anagrams of Lee Harvey Oswald. (Off to the side, MORRIS FLETCHER wanders by rummaging through an old edition of "The Lone Gunmen." He's the fount of wit and humor as usual.) MORRIS FLETCHER: "Area 51 Exposé"-- ooh! Where's your new issue? This one's a year old. (This really annoys the Gunmen who are trying to work.) FROHIKE: Back off, Skeezix. MORRIS FLETCHER: You'll never find her that way. (The computer runs through the search. The "Search Progress" message box on screen rapidly scrolls through it's search stopping at "NO MATCH FOUND".) LANGLY: He's right-- no anagrams for Yves Adele Harlow. (MORRIS nods his head at being right. He then takes notice of LANGLY'S "Joey Lives" t-shirt. He's just gotta ask.) MORRIS FLETCHER: So, who's Joey? LANGLY: What? (This is completely out from left field. LANGLY looks up at MORRIS. MORRIS FLETCHER nods down to indicate the shirt LANGLY'S wearing. LANGLY glances down at it.) LANGLY: Joey Ramone? Leader of the greatest punk rock band in human history? Now shut up. (MORRIS FLETCHER walks away, but not quietly. He snickers, snorts and shakes his head as he reaches the chair at the far end of the small room.) (This gets LANGLY'S attention.) LANGLY: What? MORRIS FLETCHER: What are you, 34, 35? Why don't you cut your hair and grow up, huh? LANGLY: Need I remind you, Fletcher, that Doggett and Reyes aren't here to save you. MORRIS FLETCHER: Yeah, well, get yourself a real hero, anyway not some dead teeny-bopper. (Those are fighting words that succeed in riling LANGLY up. He pushes his keyboard away, stands and slowly approaches MORRIS FLETCHER.) LANGLY: You want to know why Joey Ramone's my hero? 'Cause people like you never managed to grind him down. They never stole his spirit. He never gave in, never gave up, and never sold out. Right till his last breath. LANGLY: ... and he's not dead. Guys like that, they live forever. (Whether it's the passion in his voice or that indefinable something else, we can't really say for sure, but MORRIS does seem to be paying attention to what LANGLY is saying.) (From behind him, BYERS offers some quiet support.) BYERS: Langly just ignore him. (LANGLY turns and goes back to his computer. MORRIS FLETCHER puts the newspaper he was holding aside.) MORRIS FLETCHER: Look, if we have to work together, let's work together. FROHIKE: We don't have to work together. MORRIS FLETCHER: Well, watching you three try and find your butts with both hands is not my idea of a fun time. Now, wouldn't it be easier tracking Yves if you knew her real name? BYERS: You know her real name? MORRIS FLETCHER: Lois Runce. (BYERS smiles and looks over at FROHIKE who can't believe it. He also smothers a laugh.) BYERS: Lois Runce? Aha. MORRIS FLETCHER: I'm telling you the truth, boys. FROHIKE: Well, if you were, it'd be a first. (A light knocking on the door behind interrupts them. The Lone Gunmen turn around in surprise.) BYERS: Nobody knows about that door. That's our secret door. (MORRIS offers his two cents.) MORRIS FLETCHER: Does Lois know about it? (LANGLY throws FLETCHER a quick glance.) MORRIS FLETCHER: Yves? (FROHIKE moves and picks up the golf putter. BYERS takes position behind him. LANGLY stands up.) (The door slowly opens. FROHIKE raises the golf putter. It's their old pal, JIMMY BOND. He's leaning against the door frame as if its the only thing that's holding him up at the moment. He looks ragged and exhausted.) BYERS: Jimmy? JIMMY BOND: Guys ... (JIMMY BOND lets out a grimace and falls to the floor with a loud thud. This surprises everyone.) CUT TO: SCENE #06: [INT. - OFFICES OF "THE LONE GUNMEN" - DAY] (JIMMY BOND is lying on the sofa. He has a cold towel on his forehead. LANGLY walks up to him with another refreshed towel and replaces the one already on his forehead. He takes the seat next to JIMMY.) LANGLY: Jimmy? How you feeling, man? MORRIS FLETCHER: Oh, right. The old errand boy. The guy used to intern for you losers, right? I wondered what happened to you. (JIMMY BOND squints as he sees MORRIS FLETCHER standing there.) JIMMY BOND: Why is he here? BYERS: FBI business. It's a long story. FROHIKE: Where the hell you been, big guy? JIMMY BOND: Zurich ... then Malta ... then Yemen ... and just now, New Jersey. It's been a real geology lesson. (Yep, that's our JIMMY. FROHIKE and BYERS look at each other. They remain quiet.) JIMMY BOND: I ran out of money, so I hitchhiked here then snuck in the back 'cause I didn't know if the place was being watched. (JIMMY sits up and removes the towel from his forehead. He has about a week's worth of stubble on his face and he wears the unfamiliar grim face. He sighs.) JIMMY BOND: I just had to see you guys. It's about Lois. (At the mere mention of her name, MORRIS FLETCHER perks up. Apparently JIMMY is quite familiar with YVES' true identity. LANGLY perks up too. In fact, everyone is surprised at this.) JIMMY BOND: Lois Runce? That's Yves' real name. (MORRIS looks quite smug and can't help it but say ...) MORRIS FLETCHER: ... I told you so. Hey, wait a minute. You tracked her all over the world? You? (JIMMY slowly nods his head. As we get a better look at him, JIMMY just doesn't look good. In fact, he seems uncharacteristically depressed. MORRIS sighs. He can't help but get in his dig at the guys.) MORRIS FLETCHER: Mr. Brainpower here is lucky to be alive. Why did you send him? Were you trying to get him killed? LANGLY: He sent himself to find Yves. We tried to talk him out of it. JIMMY BOND: Yeah, and now I almost wish you had. (JIMMY leans forward a bit. The guys finally notice that something's not quite right.) BYERS: Jimmy, what is it? Are you all right ? JIMMY BOND: Last night I traced her to a little college in New Jersey. It's the closest I've been in a year of searching. I saw her. I actually laid my eyes on her. I called to her ... but she ran. Later on, I found out ... (He takes in a deep breath, almost a sob.) JIMMY BOND: ... Guys, I think she murdered somebody. (They all look shocked at this bit of news.) CUT TO: SCENE #07: [INT. - BASEMENT WITH A FURNACE SOMEWHERE] (Hot fires rage in a basement furnace. A hand reaches into view and pulls the furnace door open. YVES ADELE HARLOW is standing in front of the furnace. She's just standing there watching the fire. She's dressed all in black and is holding her backpack bag.) (She opens the backpack bag and pulls out a small gas mask. She puts the gas mask on. From her bag, she also takes something else out. We can't see what it is. She stands. Her gaze still fixed to the furnace fire in front of her. We finally see her carrying a small plastic baggie with something small inside. There's bright pink blood all over the inside of the bag. This is apparently the thing that she took out of PROF. DOUGLAS HOUGHTON.) (She doesn't move closer to the furnace, she simply tosses the plastic baggie into the hot fire inside and watches it burn. For a long moment, she doesn't move. She continues to watch the item burn. Without taking her eyes off of the furnace, she reaches up and removes her gas mask.) YVES ADELE HARLOW: (to herself) One down. (She continues to stare into the furnace fire.) CUT TO: SCENE #08: HARTWELL COLLEGE KEARNY, NEW JERSEY [INT. - DAY] (The camera is on the closed door through a fish tank with some kind of baby sharks in them. The door opens. DOGGETT and REYES walk in. They walk down the hallway toward a man sitting in a chair next to a door.) REYES: John Gillnitz? (The man looks up. This is the same man who discovered PROF. DOUGLAS HOUGHTON'S body. He's also the man who saw YVES ADELE HARLOW running from the scene. He looks up and nods as REYES calls his name.) REYES: I'm Agent Reyes and this is Agent Doggett. Is this the woman you saw last night? (DOGGETT holds out a photograph of YVES ADELE HARLOW. JOHN GILLNITZ takes the picture and stands.) JOHN GILLNITZ: It was dark. It could have been her. Do you have her in custody? DOGGETT: We're working on it. Sir, what can you tell us about your friend? Have any reason why he may have been targeted? (He shakes his head, no.) JOHN GILLNITZ: Absolutely none. Douglas was a wonderful teacher and an even better researcher. REYES: What did he research? JOHN GILLNITZ: Elasmobranchii -- sharks, rays and skates. REYES: He was a marine biologist? JOHN GILLNITZ: An immunologist. Sharks have a remarkable immune system. Toxins that would kill nearly any other vertebrate pass right through them. DOGGETT: So he did medical research? (JOHN GILLNITZ doesn't really answer the question. He sits back down in his seat looking grief-stricken.) JOHN GILLNITZ: Douglas wanted to save the world. (REYES and DOGGETT look at each other. The camera holds on JOHN GILLNITZ.) CUT TO: SCENE #09: [INT. - OFFICES OF "THE LONE GUNMEN"] (The overhead wall clock on the wall reads 11:20. MORRIS FLETCHER walks by and pats JIMMY BOND on the back. JIMMY is standing by the filing cabinets looking upset.) MORRIS FLETCHER: Cheer up, Gomer. Bringing the whole room down. (MORRIS FLETCHER continues to walk past THE LONE GUNMEN and KIMMY THE GEEK and on to the back of the room. LANGLY is sitting at the computer. BYERS is standing behind him and FROHIKE is watching from the side. KIMMY THE GEEK is there standing on LANGLY'S other side.) KIMMY THE GEEK: This is a computer, Langly. Com-pu-ter. Step away before you embarrass yourself. (LANGLY gets up from his chair.) LANGLY: Always a pleasure, Kimmy. KIMMY THE GEEK: Yeah, yeah. (KIMMY THE GEEK takes off his sweater and settles himself in the chair.) KIMMY THE GEEK: So, then, how do you wish to partake of my hacking genius? FROHIKE: Thanks to Jimmy, we know Yves real name. (MORRIS overhears this and takes exception to it.) MORRIS FLETCHER: Hey, I told you before he did. (FROHIKE brushes MORRIS' comment aside.) LANGLY: Jimmy also told us what kind of car she's driving. (LANGLY pushes KIMMY THE GEEK'S hands away from the keyboard and punches up a couple of keys. A window with a picture of the car pops up on screen.) LANGLY: Silver X5 with New York plates. KIMMY THE GEEK: Really? Way to go, special ed. (KIMMY THE GEEK smiles mockingly at JIMMY who's standing quietly on the side. JIMMY'S not amused.) BYERS: The New Jersey turnpike has video cameras at every tollbooth. Langly hacked the system and spotted her southbound at Newark. KIMMY THE GEEK: Somewhat creative. (LANGLY again pushes KIMMY THE GEEK'S hands away from the keyboard and hits another key which brings up another window with a video feed of the same silver car emerging from a tunnel.) LANGLY: We spotted her again going through the Fort McHenry Tunnel. She passed through not 20 minutes ago. BYERS: We're betting she's headed for D.C. We're going to try to intercept her with your help. FROHIKE: Think you might find a military satellite you could piggyback-- give us a bird's-eye view of the beltway? KIMMY THE GEEK: Intriguing. (KIMMY THE GEEK rubs his palms together in anticipation of the challenge.) KIMMY THE GEEK: Stand aside, ladies. FROHIKE: We'll be on the cell. (FROHIKE stands and moves toward the door with the others. MORRIS follows along.) MORRIS FLETCHER: I got shotgun. LANGLY: Dream on. You're staying here. (This stops MORRIS in his tracks. The other two are out the door. BYERS pulls JIMMY BOND aside.) BYERS: We need somebody we can trust keeping an eye on Fletcher. (JIMMY throws a glance at MORRIS. He nods to BYERS.) JIMMY BOND: I'm on it. (BYERS exits the office and closes the door behind him. The camera stays on JIMMY as he turns to look at MORRIS FLETCHER. MORRIS gives a little laugh.) MORRIS FLETCHER: So, how'd you like Malta? CUT TO: SCENE #10: MEDICAL EXAMINER'S OFFICE NEWARK, NEW JERSEY [INT. - DAY] (From inside the room, the camera lingers on the closed door. Voices can be heard through it. The door opens and three people walk in. It's the MEDICAL EXAMINER followed by DOGGETT and REYES. He's explaining the autopsy findings to them.) MEDICAL EXAMINER: The only thing I can say for sure is what killed him. He was injected with some sort of tiny poison pellet but the wound in his chest was postmortem. (They approach the body on the examining table. It's covered with a sheet. The MEDICAL EXAMINER pulls the sheet off of the body. The body of PROF. DOUGLAS HOUGHTON is lying there with indications of the medical examiner's Y-incision and the large gapping hole in the middle of his chest. It's filled with the same bright pink blood-like fluid.) DOGGETT: What is that? MEDICAL EXAMINER: That's what I said. My best guess is bioluminescence but I'm still waiting to hear back from our lab. REYES: Bioluminescence, as in the stuff that makes lightning bugs glow? MEDICAL EXAMINER: Lightning bugs, plankton, jellyfish but generally not dead college professors. DOGGETT: So, what? This stuff was put on postmortem? MEDICAL EXAMINER: No, as near as I can tell, it bled out of him. It gets weirder still. When I opened him up I found adhesions that indicate past surgery so I'm figuring I'll find he had a bypass or a pacemaker. Instead, I find... (The MEDICAL EXAMINER turns around and grabs a covered metal container from the table behind them. He holds it out and removes the cover to show its contents to the two agents.) MEDICAL EXAMINER: ... this. (Inside the metal container is a large piece of bloodied cartilage.) REYES: Looks like cartilage. MEDICAL EXAMINER: It is. It was living tissue grafted into him. I have absolutely no idea why. (DOGGETT puts on a latex glove and reaches to pick the piece of cartilage up. It fits into the palm of his hand.) DOGGETT: It held something. Something that's now missing. Could that be the purpose of this wound? A little ad hoc surgery? REYES: Maybe that was the very purpose of the murder. Whatever was inside him, she removed it. DOGGETT: What the hell was inside him? CUT TO: SCENE #11: [INT. - OFFICES OF "THE LONE GUNMEN"] MORRIS FLETCHER: I have no clue. (MORRIS shakes his head.) MORRIS FLETCHER: Seriously, this is the first I'm hearing of it. Weird organs? I don't know what to tell you. REYES: You've never heard of the man -- Professor Douglas Houghton? MORRIS FLETCHER: You're looking at me oddly. DOGGETT: Perhaps because you've been known to lie on occasion. (JIMMY BOND moves to stand in front of MORRIS. He doesn't say a word. He simply stands there glaring at the man.) MORRIS FLETCHER: Yeah, well, I'm not lying now. I've said from the start I didn't know what she was up to. KIMMY THE GEEK: Damn it! (From behind them coming from the back of the room, KIMMY THE GEEK whacks the computer in frustration.) KIMMY THE GEEK: Crashed again! (He's caught everyone's attention. He whacks the computer again.) KIMMY THE GEEK: I cannot make magic with substandard equipment. DOGGETT: What's the problem? KIMMY THE GEEK: The problem is it's a freakin' piece of junk. I knew those guys were broke but this is pathetic. (KIMMY THE GEEK whacks the computer a couple more times. DOGGETT and REYES look at each other with concern. REYES moves closer to KIMMY THE GEEK.) REYES: The guys are broke? KIMMY THE GEEK: Are you kidding? Look around this dump. They had to hock all their stuff just to pay the rent. (MORRIS pulls out an old issue of "The Lone Gunmen." He holds it up and points to it.) MORRIS FLETCHER: What about this? KIMMY THE GEEK: Oh, their paper? Deader than disco. They haven't published in months. (MORRIS looks at the last published issue of "The Lone Gunmen". The headline reads: "Double Agent Captured: Cap'n Toby Vindicated.") MORRIS FLETCHER: So saving the world doesn't pay the bills. There's a hot news flash for you, huh? (MORRIS chuckles) The chumps. (JIMMY doesn't take this one sitting down. He speaks up to defend his friends.) JIMMY BOND: They were getting by all right till you put 'em out of business. MORRIS FLETCHER: Oh, and how exactly did I do that? JIMMY BOND: When you took Yves. They spent every last dime trying to find her. They're loyal to their friends. Hilarious, huh? (DOGGETT listens quietly from the side. The muscle in his cheek betraying his anger.) (The moment is broken by a cell phone ringing. REYES searches for her cell phone to answer it.) REYES: Reyes. BYERS: (over phone) You better get here quick. REYES: Where are you? INTERCUT TO: BYERS: The Hotel Farragut. Hurry. [INT. THE HOTEL FARRAGUT - DAY] (BYERS hangs up. The guys are lined up flat against the hotel door in front of room #424. FROHIKE is standing closest to the corner. He's holding up a small, circular mirror with a long-handle to help him see better down the hallway.) (From what he can see, YVES ADELE HARLOW is there crouched hidden behind a housekeeper's cart. YVES looks up and glances down the hallway in FROHIKE'S direction. FROHIKE pulls the mirror back. LANGLY and BYERS look nervously at each other. FROHIKE waits a discrete moment, then attempts once more to monitor YVES.) (She hasn't seen them. Neither has she moved from her position behind the housekeeper's cart.) (In the distance, the elevator bell dings. A man walks out and walks down the hallway toward YVES. He pulls out his keys, opens and enters his hotel room. He doesn't see YVES. YVES stands and follows the man into the hotel room. She's carrying her black backpack bag with her.) (FROHIKE pulls the mirror back and peers around the corner. Behind him, LANGLY pops his head out to peer around the corner ... so does BYERS.) FROHIKE: She's going to kill that guy. BYERS: Doggett and Reyes are on their way. LANGLY: By then it'll be too late. (The men choose to try to stop YVES. They make their move.) CUT TO: [INT. HOTEL ROOM - DAY - CONTINUOUS] (YVES quietly opens the hotel room door and slips inside. She's holding the small handled silver gun-like apparatus that she used on PROF. DOUGLAS HOUGHTON. There is no one in the living quarters area. The man she's after is in the bathroom freshening up.) (YVES moves into position behind the open bathroom door. Her entire focus on the task ahead of her. The man finishes his business and come out of the bathroom when ...) (The guys crash through the hotel room door.) FROHIKE: Yves, don't do it! (At the sound of FROHIKE'S voice, YVES is surprised to see the Lone Gunmen there. The man is also startled, but he quickly realizes that YVES is standing behind the door. He pushes the bathroom door into YVES, stunning her and slamming her into the wall behind her. He runs past The Lone Gunmen and out the door.) (YVES falls down to the floor unconscious.) (The guys don't pursue the man; they stay to watch YVES.) FADE TO BLACK (COMMERCIAL SET) SCENE #12: [INT. HOTEL ROOM - DAY] (Everyone is in the hotel room-The Lone Gunmen, Jimmy and Yves. YVES is holding ice wrapped in a towel to her forehead. JIMMY moves to sit on the bed next to her.) JIMMY BOND: Lois...? (YVES removes the ice pack long enough for her to look at JIMMY.) JIMMY BOND: Should I call you that? YVES ADELE HARLOW: I prefer Yves. (YVES seems to still be in some shock at the most recent events. She also seems very tired. LANGLEY, who is sitting in the chair, voices the obvious, most immediate observation - the reason that they followed YVES in the first place.) LANGLEY: So, we take it you're not a super soldier. YVES ADELE HARLOW: (confused) Super what? (The Lone Gunmen look at each other.) BYERS: Long story. Never mind. FROHIKE: Yves, you weren't seriously going to smoke that guy, were you? YVES ADELE HARLOW: I know you three mean well but I can't begin to tell you how badly you've mucked things up. (This seems to surprise LANGLY and FROHIKE. YVES puts the ice pack back against the bruise on her forehead.) (DOGGETT and REYES walk into the room.) DOGGETT: So this guy just up and bolted. LANGLY: He hit her and then he took off. REYES: Nobody's seen him. The room is registered to one Leonard Southall of Darien, Connecticut. YVES ADELE HARLOW: It's an alias. DOGGETT: It's a stolen ID. (DOGGETT moves to stand in front of YVES.) DOGGETT: The real Leonard Southall died in 1996. You want to tell me who that was? YVES ADELE HARLOW: His real name -- I have no idea. (This doesn't help. DOGGETT doesn't say anything. He turns and walks away from YVES.) DOGGETT: This is your bag, isn't it? (DOGGETT turns over the small black backpag bag that YVES carried in with her. The contents spill out onto the table. There's a small black mask, some latex gloves, a scalpel, a credit card (or access key) and other things. DOGGETT leafs through the items.) DOGGETT: It's quite a party you've got planned for him. Respirator... surgical gloves... scalpel. Not to mention this little item here. (DOGGETT turns around a shows YVES the small silver gun-like weapon.) REYES: You were planning to cut him open, Ms. Runce, just like you did the professor. Why? (YVES is about to answer her, when JIMMY interrupts with a calming hand to her shoulder.) JIMMY BOND: Yves, that can't be true. Tell them it's not. YVES ADELE HARLOW: It is, Jimmy. Time is running short. Unless you let me finish what I started, innocent people will die. DOGGETT: You want to elaborate on that? YVES ADELE HARLOW: First things first. Who was it that put you on to me? CUT TO: SCENE #13: [INT. OFFICES OF "THE LONE GUNMEN" - DAY] (MORRIS FLETCHER'S face makes intimate contact with the surface of the table. He's held there, his arms behind his back.) MORRIS FLETCHER: Okay, guys, so she's not a super soldier. I made an honest mistake. (YVES reaches over and pulls the small band aid off from MORRIS FLETCHER'S cheek. She flips it over, sees something, then puts it under the fluorescent lamp/magnifying glass.) MORRIS FLETCHER: Ow! (The camera cuts to a close up of a small transmitting device on the back of the band-aid.) YVES ADELE HARLOW: As I suspected -- it's a tracking device. I'm sure he meant to activate it once he knew you had me. DOGGETT: You've been wearing that since Miami. You've been running a scam on us from the start. REYES: Blowing up the boat. The girl as your witness. You planned all that. DOGGETT: That and all the super soldier bull. All that was just to hook us. BYERS: So then you two would in turn hook us. FROHIKE: And we'd track down Yves for this slimeball all over again. (FLETCHER smiles.) MORRIS FLETCHER: Well, what can I tell you. You three always get the job done for me. (DOGGETT, however, is not smiling.) DOGGETT: Who do you work for, Fletcher? YVES ADELE HARLOW: An international arms dealer -- a billionaire and scum of the earth. MORRIS FLETCHER: And ... He's also ... YVES ADELE HARLOW: ... My father. My father is a murderer and a supporter of terrorism. I hate everything he stands for. JIMMY BOND: Yves ... you're a murderer, too. YVES ADELE HARLOW: The man I killed was a terrorist, Jimmy. A zealot whose research was funded by my father for its potential as a weapons system. REYES: Houghton was an immunologist doing research on sharks. YVES ADELE HARLOW: Yes, and he used his knowledge of their immune system to devise a vessel of sorts -- one that kept him safe from an engineered virus that he carried within him. DOGGETT: This man had living tissue implanted in his chest. REYES: Cartilage. Shark cartilage. It contains something which you removed. DOGGETT: That was this virus you were talking about. YVES ADELE HARLOW: I destroyed it, but it was only one of two. LANGLY: (isn't happy with letting the bad guy go) Oh, man, the bald dude at the hotel. The one that got away. YVES ADELE HARLOW: Think of him as a human time bomb. He can pass by any sniff dog, any metal detector and no one would ever suspect. BYERS: What triggers this time bomb? YVES ADELE HARLOW: Programmed cellular death -- genetically altered to a high degree of precision. The way the vessel is decaying inside of him is virtually clock-like. It will lose integrity and rupture at 8:00 tonight. (Everyone looks at their watch.) KIMMY THE GEEK: Five hours from now? YVES ADELE HARLOW: This virus, once it's airborne ... its kill radius is five or six miles depending on the winds. Potentially, it could kill thousands ... tens of thousands. FROHIKE: Fletcher ... I know you're a dirtbag but still ... how could you be a party to this? YVES ADELE HARLOW: Fletcher's a con man, not a killer. He didn't know about it. DOGGETT: Providing all this is true, how do we track this man down? CUT TO: [INT. - TLG OFFICE -- SOME TIME LATER] (KIMMY THE GEEK is working furiously at the computer. He's apparently in some kind of satellite system trying to track the bad guys down. Beside him are LANGLY, YVES and JIMMY.) LANGLY: Kimmy, zoom in more. Zoom in. KIMMY THE GEEK: Back off, Kibitzer, I'm doing it. (The camera switches over to FROHIKE as he lights up a cigarette. Some distance away from him, MORRIS FLETCHER is leafing through old issues of "The Lone Gunmen") KIMMY THE GEEK: (o.s.) This thing is slower than stumpy, my one-legged granny. Where did you get this dinosaur Turd? LANGLY: (o.s.) Stop bellyaching and work. (FROHIKE takes a deep drag from the cigarette and lets out a long, large puff of smoke. This attracts MORRIS' attention.) MORRIS FLETCHER: Those things will kill you, you know. FROHIKE: Yeah, that's why I quit 20 years ago. You want one? (MORRIS stands. He's going to take FROHIKE up on that offer. As he moves closer to FROHIKE, the camera moves away and a little wider to show that BYERS is also standing on the other side of FROHIKE. MORRIS takes a cigarette from the pack of Morley's FROHIKE holds out to him.) MORRIS FLETCHER: So you're too broke to publish, huh? Pencil neck told me. (FROHIKE holds a light out for MORRIS to light his cigarette.) MORRIS FLETCHER: It's a shame. This little rag always was such a hoot. (He looks down rather fondly at the issue he's still holding in his hands.) MORRIS FLETCHER: I'm going to miss it. But, hey, the world spins on, right? Maybe saving it is a younger man's game. Or a woman's. (YVES looks up annoyingly at MORRIS. MORRIS takes his cigarette and sits back down in his seat some distance away from FROHIKE and BYERS.) (FROHIKE hasn't been unaffected by what MORRIS said. He seriously considers the thought.) FROHIKE: (quietly) Maybe it is. (This catches BYERS' attention.) FROHIKE: Got to admit, Byers, it hasn't exactly been our year. And to top it all off we screwed the pooch pretty good today. Maybe we should pack it in. BYERS: And do what instead? We never gave up. We never will. In the end if that's the best they can say about us, it'll do. (FROHIKE doesn't get the chance to respond. On the side, we hear and excited ..) LANGLY: I got him! KIMMY THE GEEK: Hey! It's my hack, Langly. I got him. LANGLY: We got him, all right? (Everyone moves in closer to hear what they've discovered.) LANGLY: Our bad guy just rented a blue corolla under his alias, Leonard Southall. We just picked him up on Kimmy's satellite. (As KIMMY speaks, the computer screen shows a satellite view of a car traveling on a highway.) KIMMY THE GEEK: Yeah, hauling north like a bat out of hell. New jersey turnpike 30 miles south of Newark. YVES ADELE HARLOW: I think I know where he's headed. CUT TO: SCENE #14: HARTWELL COLLEGE KEARNY, NEW JERSEY [INT. - DAY] (MR. LEONARD SOUTHALL opens the door and walks down the hallway. He walks with a brisk pace as if he knows where he's going and he has a schedule to keep. He glances at his watch.) (He rounds the corner only to find the hallway blocked by two men in yellow biohazard suits and masks. They're using nail guns to put up a large plastic sheet thereby sealing the entire corridor.) (LEONARD SOUTHALL slowly backs up. He turns around and sees the same activity for the other side of the corridor. He turns around to go back out the way he came in only to find his path blocked by two persons in biohazard suits. They are approaching him.) (LEONARD SOUTHALL is cornered.) CUT TO: SCENE #15: [INT. OFFICES OF "THE LONE GUNMEN" - DAY] (A cell phone rings. BYERS answers it.) BYERS: Lone Gunman Newspaper Group. Byers speaking. DOGGETT: (over phone) Byers? John Doggett. BYERS: Agent Doggett, do you have him? (BYERS turns around and the camera shows us everyone in the room listening to his phone conversation.) INTERCUT WITH: [INT.] (DOGGETT is calling from a facility that has LEONARD SOUTHALL isolated. He's sitting on a bed and hooked up to a machine behind him that's scrolling through various brain scans.) DOGGETT: Oh, yeah, we got him. Listen, how much do you trust this Yves Harlow .. Lois Runce ... whatever name she's telling you? (In the background, REYES is talking with a physician.) BYERS: Completely. Why? DOGGETT: Because the doctors here have run every kind of imaging on this guy Southall and come up snake eyes. No virus, no cartilage vessel in his chest, nothing. (BYERS puts the phone down and tells YVES:) BYERS: (to YVES) They found nothing. YVES ADELE HARLOW: That doesn't make sense. BYERS: (to DOGGETT) They're absolutely certain? DOGGETT: One hundred percent. Agent Reyes and I are looking like a couple of fools on this one. BYERS: (on phone) There must be something we missed. DOGGETT: All I can tell you is, we got the wrong guy. (DOGGETT looks over at LEONRAD SOUTHALL who has just turned around and is now looking back at him.) CUT BACK TO: (BYERS hangs up. YVES is still trying to figure it out.) YVES ADELE HARLOW: There must be a second man. I know there is. It's basic terrorism 101. LANGLY: Except we don't know his name and we don't know his target. JIMMY BOND: And we've got one hour to find him. (BYERS turns to glance at the wall clock. The camera follows and closes in on the clock which now reads 6:58 PM.) CUT TO: SCENE #16: [INT. - DAY] (The camera is close up on a banquet room sign which reads:) INTERNATIONAL BIOETHICS FORUM EVENING SESSION 700 PM BANQUET 830 PM COCKTAILS 800 815 (There is a crowd of some of the best minds in the field. A man walks up to the registration table, he picks up a name tag and walks toward the conference room door. The guard there is using a hand-held metal detector to sweep a fellow conference attendee.) (The man walks up to the guard. He holds out his arms to be swept with the hand-held metal detector. The man turns around and it's JOHN GILLNITZ.) GUARD: Evening, sir. JOHN GILLNITZ: Good evening. (The guard finishes. He's clear to enter the conference room.) FADE TO BLACK. (COMMERCIAL SET) SCENE #17: [INT. OFFICES OF THE LONE GUNMEN] (YVES is standing looking at the wall clock. It reads: 7:04 PM.) YVES ADELE HARLOW: All my information pointed to that man Leonard Southall. He goes by an alias, he traveled to Washington on this very day. BYERS: Clearly, he's involved somehow. JIMMY BOND: He must be. He made a beeline right back to that biology department where the dead professor worked. FROHIKE: It's their base of operation. LANGLY: Yeah, so if Southall is involved and yet he doesn't have the virus inside of him ... YVES ADELE HARLOW: So how exactly does he fit into their plan? MORRIS FLETCHER: (interrupting) Three-card Monte. You ever played it? You have now. FROHIKE: What's that supposed to mean? MORRIS FLETCHER: It means these guys have you running after the ace when you should be chasing the queen. YVES ADELE HARLOW: Oh, my god. Southall is the decoy. That's all he is. MORRIS FLETCHER: They knew that you were hot on their trail so they gave you someone else to follow. JIMMY BOND: I thought you didn't know anything about terrorists. MORRIS FLETCHER: I don't. But, boy, do I know scams. I wasn't a man in black all those years for nothing. They made you work at finding Southall which tells me the real guy is hiding in plain sight, right out in the open. FROHIKE: A friend of the dead professor? A co-worker maybe. YVES ADELE HARLOW: The man who saw me through the professor's window. The one who identified me. CUT TO: SCENE #18: [INT. BIOETHICS FORUM BANQUET HALL] (The International Bioethics Forum is into its program. The speaker gives his lecture. The clock behind the speaker reads 7:50 pm) SPEAKER: Ladies and gentlemen, scientists, academic leaders and government representatives coming together is our goal this evening coming together as one. Those words are easily spoken. But guiding our missile into that fugitive and imponderable target is hard indeed. (The camera slowly pans across the tables in the audience and stops at one particular table where a very nervous looking JOHN GILLNITZ sits. He looks impatiently at his watch while the speaker drones on.) CUT TO: (Just outside in the banquet room in the lobby area, THE LONE GUNMEN, JIMMY and YVES arrive at the banquet hall. They are stopped by the guard at the front door to the room.) GUARD: Sorry, conference attendees only. BYERS: We're reporters. GUARD: What newspaper you work for? (BYERS reaches into his pocket and shows the guard their ID.) BYERS: "The Lone Gunman." GUARD: Never heard of it. LANGLY: (insisting) We're legit, man. FROHIKE: C'mon. C'mon. Passes ... Show him your press pass. (Both LANGLY and FROHIKE hold out their press passes to show the guard.) YVES ADELE HARLOW: It's desperately important that we get in there. JIMMY BOND: Yeah, buddy, come on. GUARD: These expired last December. (LANGLY pulls back his press pass to look at the date. It's something he hadn't noticed before. They've got to find a way to get into that room.) YVES ADELE HARLOW: We've got five minutes. BYERS: (to the GUARD) We believe there's a dangerous man in that room. GUARD: Folks, I need all of you to step away right now. (LANGLY moves forward and faces the guard. The success of their mission imperative.) LANGLY: Look, thousands of people may die. (The guard senses that this is escalating into a situation that he won't be able to handle alone and calls for back up.) GUARD: (into his walkie-talkie) Mike, I got a situation over by the main conference room. (Persuasion doesn't seem to be accomplishing anything. Perhaps the direct approach may be more productive. JIMMY BOND lifts his head above the group in front of him, he raises his voice and calls loudly into the banquet room ... ) JIMMY BOND: John Gillnitz! (The attendees at the conference are made aware of the disturbance at the door. JOHN GILLNITZ, who has been sitting at his table biding his time, slowly stands as he realizes that someone is calling his name.) JIMMY BOND: JOHN GILLNITZ! (JOHN GILLNITZ stands. He sees the commotion at the doorway and heads for the nearest exit at the front of the room.) (In the back of the room, THE GUARD tries to keep the small group at the doorway under his control.) GUARD: (to JIMMY) Step back, sir. (LANGLY, who was standing in front with the guard, sees JOHN GILLNITZ run. He wastes no time and slips past the guard to take off after him. The guard is completely occupied with JIMMY at the time. As LANGLY slips past him, the GUARD notices and reaches for his sidearm. JIMMY stops him.) JIMMY BOND: (to the GUARD) I'm really sorry. (JIMMY head butts the GUARD. The GUARD falls to the floor unconscious. Go, JIMMY! The gang takes off after LANGLY.) (In the meantime, JOHN GILLNITZ reaches the exit behind the stage. LANGLY is close behind him.) CUT TO: [INT. - THE BANQUET BACKROOM - CONTINUOUS] (The backroom door bursts open and everyone rushes through it. They stop and look around. JOHN GILLNITZ is nowhere to be seen.) BYERS: Where'd he go? YVES ADELE HARLOW: Split up. Four minutes left. (LANGLY looks at his watch. YVES and JIMMY continue forward past The GUNMEN.) YVES ADELE HARLOW: Good luck. (It's clear that they're going to split up to cover more ground on their search. However ...) FROHIKE: Hey, wait! What do we do with this guy once we find him? YVES ADELE HARLOW: Hold him till I get there. I'll do the rest. (YVES and JIMMY turn to find JOHN GILLNITZ. LANGLY stops them.) LANGLY: (appalled) You mean cut him open? YVES ADELE HARLOW: If that virus gets into the air stream, we'll have failed. People will die. Whatever it takes. [CLOSED CAPTION: LANGLY: Let's go.] (YVES and JIMMY take off in one direction; The Lone Gunmen, in the other. They run down the hallway in time to see a door swing shut. LANGLY follows.) (The run past an open doorway and stop. They see something that makes them entire this particular hallway. BYERS glances at his watch.) BYERS: Three minutes and counting. (They try door after door after door. When LANGLY hears something. JOHN GILLNITZ is somewhere nearby. He's pounding on a locked exit trying to get out. He glances at his watch. He needs to get back outside where there are people so that he can infect them. He, too, is running out of time.) (The Lone Gunmen decide to follow the pounding. They run to the end of the hallway where they see JOHN GILLNITZ double back toward them after giving up on the locked door.) (He's trapped.) BYERS: Don't try to run. (For some reason, this strikes JOHN GILLNITZ as funny. He smiles.) JOHN GILLNITZ: I don't have to. LANGLY: Yves, Jimmy, we found him! Over here! JOHN GILLNITZ: What do you plan to do? By my watch, it's two minutes to 8:00. (LANGLY glances back at his watch.) Not much time for surgery. LANGLY: Yves! Jimmy! (Now that JOHN GILLNITZ has found people to infect with the virus inside him, he's practically giddy with anticipation. He looks at his watch. He's enjoying this.) JOHN GILLNITZ: Now you have a minute forty. (FROHIKE doesn't like the odds. He looks around for alternatives to stopping this madman. Over on the wall, he sees it. The fire alarm. He looks back at BYERS and LANGLY, his message clear.) FROHIKE: Guys. (They both see the alarm. They know what FROHIKE'S asking ... They know what they must do. It's time to make a decision.) BYERS: Whatever it takes. (LANGLY nods.) (JOHN GILLNITZ has no clue what's about to happen.) (FROHIKE makes his move. He reaches forward and pulls the fire alarm handle.) (The alarm rings. Fire-sealing walls automatically close off the four men; cordoning them into a small airtight pocket effectively sealing them off from everything else.) (It's too late. JOHN GILLNITZ realizes what they did. He watches as the walls close them inside and pushes his way past The Lone Gunmen and tries to get out.) (He's trapped. JOHN GILLNITZ backs away from the door. He's failed. The guys have thwarted their plans to unleash the virus on the community.) (The Lone Gunmen haven't moved.) JIMMY BOND: Byers! Frohike! Langly! (JIMMY and YVES appear in the hallway. YVES turns one corner way, JIMMY turns toward the other. Through the window in the wall, he sees the guys.) JIMMY BOND: Yves, come here. (JIMMY bangs on the wall trying to get the Guys' attention.) JIMMY BOND: Guys! (The Lone Gunmen turn to look at JIMMY and YVES. They still haven't moved.) JIMMY BOND: Guys! (Inside the sealed space, we hear someone gasping for air. FROHIKE looks down at something on the floor nearby. LANGLY and BYERS both turn to look also.) (It's past 8:00 PM.) (On the floor, JOHN GILLNITZ is having a seizure. His body spasms uncontrollably and pink glowing liquid drips from his mouth and from his chest. It's the same stuff found in PROF. DOUGLAS HOUGHTON.) (Through the window, JIMMY and YVES watch in horror. JOHN GILLNITZ continues to spasm and even more glowing pink liquid comes out of him.) JIMMY BOND: Oh, god. No. (Instinctively, JIMMY tries to lift up the heavy sealed wall to free his friends. BYERS spots JIMMY and they all rush over to stop him.) BYERS: Don't, Jimmy. (YVES realizes JIMMY'S trying to open the wall and gently tries to stop him.) YVES ADELE HARLOW: Jimmy, don't. It's airtight. They're already exposed. (This hits JIMMY hard. These are the best friends a guy's ever gonna get.) JIMMY BOND: No, guys. (In a sign of friendship, JIMMY places his hand against the glass. BYERS immediately puts his hand up against it on his side ... LANGLY places his hand over BYERS ... and FROHIKE does the same over LANGLY'S.) FROHIKE: Buddy, fight the good fight. LANGLY: Both of you. BYERS: Never give up. (The friends bid their final farewell in silence. There are no words left to say ...) FADE TO WHITE: SCENE #19: ARLINGTON NATIONAL CEMETERY [EXT. - DAY] (Dissolve to the sky above. The camera pans slowly downward to show the long rows of white crosses signifying the numerous brave soldiers who gave their lives serving their country. They rest at Arlington National Cemetery. In the background, a lone man is busy putting away the folding chairs used for the funeral.) (KIMMY THE GEEK stands off to the side next to three identical white coffins. He's there to give his final farewell and to pay his respect to his fallen friends.) KIMMY THE GEEK: Vaya con dios, amigos. (Just before he leaves, KIMMY pauses and touches each coffin.) DOGGETT: Arlington. You must've pulled some big strings to get those guys in here. SKINNER: It's the least I could do. (SKINNER prepares to leave. REYES looks to DOGGETT.) REYES: Are we ready? DOGGETT: Yeah. (SKINNER pauses by SCULLY, who is standing along side JIMMY and YVES. JIMMY is holding three folded flags.) SKINNER: Dana ... SCULLY: (to SKINNER) I'll catch up. (SKINNER leaves.) SCULLY: They meant so much to me. I'm not sure if they ever really knew. JIMMY BOND: Nobody knew ... what heroes they were. YVES ADELE HARLOW: It's not right. It's not. MORRIS FLETCHER: No, it's not. (From behind them, MORRIS FLETCHER approaches and stops when he reaches them.) MORRIS FLETCHER: Langly said to me the ones who never give up, they never die. (MORRIS pauses as his own words sink in.) MORRIS FLETCHER: I still don't know what that means. SCULLY: That means that like everyone buried here, the world is a better place for them having been in it. It means that they're gone, but they live on through us all. (JIMMY is affected by SCULLY'S words and puts a comforting arm around YVES.) (The camera pans away on the four figures standing next to the three coffins.) FADE TO BLACK. ========================== THE END ========================== [Captioning sponsored by Fox Broadcasting Company Twentieth Century Fox Television and Toyota. Get the feeling. Captioned by media access group at wgbh access.Wgbh.Org] For corrections / inaccuracies contact: steph@philedom2k.com from http://xftse.philedom2k.com/scripts/scripts.php or the Transcriptionist at (intrepidly002@yahoo.com) Special Thanks to schwartze [of http://www.erho.net/xfiles/index.php] for his invaluable assistance in identifying the episode sources for the beginning clip sequence. ========================== TV BEGINNING CREDITS & OS SITE CAST INFORMATION (where available) ========================== THE X-FILES 9X15: JUMP THE SHARK EPISODE #9ABX15 ORIGINAL AIR DATE ON FOX: 04/28/2002 WRITTEN BY VINCE GILLIGAN, JOHN SHIBAN, FRANK SPOTNITZ DIRECTED BY CLIFF BOLE Starring: GILLIAN ANDERSON as Special Agent Dana Scully ROBERT PATRICK as Special Agent John Doggett ANNABETH GISH as Special Agent Monica Reyes Created by CHRIS CARTER Guest Starring: BRUCE HARWOOD as Byers TOM BRAIDWOOD as Frohike DEAN HAGLUND as Langly MICHAEL McKEAN as Morris Fletcher STEPHEN SNEDDEN as Jimmy Bond ZULEIKHA ROBINSON as Yves Adele Harlow / Lois Runce JIM FYFE as Kimmy the Geek JOHN PROSKY as Medical Examiner TIMOTHY LANDFIELD as Professor Douglas Houghton MICHAEL CRAVEN WELLS as Leonard Southall MARCUS GIAMATTI as John Gillnitz Music by MARK SNOW Editor: CHRISTOPHER COOKE, A.C.E. Production Designer: COREY KAPLAN Director of Photography: BILL ROE, ASC Producer: HARRY V. BRING Supervising Producer: DAVID AMANN Supervising Producer: PAUL RABWIN Co-Executive Producer: KIM MANNERS Co-Executive Producer: MICHELLE MacLAREN Executive Producer: JOHN SHIBAN Executive Producer: VINCE GILLIGAN Executive Producer: FRANK SPOTNITZ Written by VINCE GILLIGAN, JOHN SHIBAN, FRANK SPOTNITZ Directed by CLIFF BOLE ========================== TELEVISION ENDING CREDITS ========================== Executive Producer: CHRIS CARTER TEN THIRTEEN PRODUCTION (in association with) 20TH CENTURY FOX TELEVISION: A NEWS CORPORATION COMPANY Executive Story Editor: STEVEN MAEDA Story Editor: THOMAS SCHNAUZ Co-Starring: Brittany: PAMELA PAULSHOCK First Man: MICHAEL EDWARD THOMAS Big Security Guard: ROBERT JOSEPH Speaker: THOMAS SCHNAUZ Casting by: RICK MILLIKAN, C.S.A. Unit Production Manager / Co-Producer: TIM SILVER First Assistant Director: BARRY K. THOMAS Second Assistant Director: NINA JACK Visual Effects Producer: MAT BECK Art Directors: SANDY GETZLER / PHIL DAGORT Set Decorator: TIM STEPECK Assistant Set Decorator: RON FRANCO Leadman: DAVE NAPOLI Script Supervisor: CAROL BANKER Gaffer: JONO KOUZOUYAN Key Grip: TOM DOHERTY Special Effects: KELLY KERBY Stunt Coordinator: DANNY WESELIS Visual Effects Supervisor: JOHN WASH Make-up Department Head & Special Make-up: CHERI MONTESANTO-MEDCALF Special Make-up: MATTHEW W. 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Casting Associate: KIMBERLY NORDLINGER Casting Assistant: ELISHA GRUER Extra Casting: CENTRAL CASTING & CENEX Second Unit Director of Photography: BOB LABONGE First Assistant Director: XOCHI BLYMYER Second Assistant Director: STACI LANKIM BOGGERI Gaffer: DON BIXBY Key Grip: JOEY KRAFT Assistant Editors: DEBORAH CHALEW / JEFF CAHN Scoring Mixer: LAROLD REBHUN Music Editor: JEFF CHARBONNEAU DaVinci Colorist: ANTHONY R. SMITH Dallies Colorist: PETER RITTER On-Line Editors: KIP GIBSON / MARTY ROSENSTOCK Post Production Sound: WEST PRODUCTIONS, INC. Sound Supervisors: HARRY ANDRONIS Re-Recording Mixers: DAVE WEST / HARRY ANDRONIS / BRIAN HARMAN Vice-President, Ten Thirteen: MARY ASTADOURIAN Office Manager, Ten Thirteen: JANA FAIN Assistant to Chris Carter: BRAD FOLLMER Assistants to the Producers: SANDRA TRIPICCHIO / GENNIFER HUTCHISON / BLAKE MCCORMICK / GINGER WADLEY / STEPHANIE M. HERRERA Main Title Design by IMAGINARY FORCES Original Main Title Concept by: CASTLE / BRYANT / JOHNSEN Processing by DELUXE LABS Telecine & Electronic Assembly by HOLLYWOOD DIGITAL Presented in DOLBY SURROUND where available Camera Systems by PANAVISION This production has not been approved, endorsed, or authorized by the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Copyright (c) 2002 Twentieth Century Fox Film Corporation All rights reserved #9ABX15 Twentieth Century Fox Film Corporation is the author of this motion picture for purposes of copyright and other laws. The characters and events depicted in this photoplay are fictitious. Any similarity in actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Ownership of this motion picture is protected by copyright and other applicable laws, and any other unauthorized duplication, distribution or exhibition of this motion picture could result in criminal prosecution as well as civil liability. Dated: 06/28/2002~lky